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“Precisely,” Xorlosh continued. “There’s also a logistics problem. While we have an artefact onboard that collects moisture from the air and provides us with enough water, food is scarce. Right now we are still sufficiently stocked for the next couple of days, but we’ll run out sooner or later. Free Land is 4-6 weeks away, if the air currents hold and my map is at least somewhat accurate. We’ll have to refill our supplies long before then or we’ll soon have to draw straws for rations. As you can see,” he pointed to the blank spots between our position and Free Land, “I have no clue where we might find a suitable place along the way. This means we either follow our prey closely and hope they have to replenish their stores as well somewhere along the way or we invest the time to search for ourselves. If we decide to do that, we’ll have to start soon, tomorrow at the latest, I’d say, otherwise we might still run out before we can restock. The thing is, if we dally too much and these needle dicked butt fuckers,” the insult made a shiver run down my spine, the expression someone just walked over my grave came to mind, but for the life of me, I couldn’t say why, “sail on, there is no way of telling how far behind we’ll fall. They might easily arrive a good week earlier than us, maybe even more.” He finished morosely.
“I think I have an idea…” Ahri and Astra spoke at the same time. They stared at each other for a moment before they had to smile and Ahri gestured with her left hand for Astra to continue. The other one was still tightly wrapped around mine beneath the table.
“Thank you. I’ll try to be quick. I don’t know how much you know about soul bounds but it basically means that Aspera and I can tap into the energy reserves of the other to strengthen our own and channel it into spells or, in Aspera’s case, powerful attacks. With her help I should be able to construct a scrying ritual that should allow me to spy on them, at least once a day. It’s going to take a day to prepare but I think I’ll be able to tell you most of the details about their vessel and the crew by tomorrow evening. We’ll know if they have sufficient provisions with them.”
“Perfect,” Ahri commented. “I wanted to say that Cassandra and I should be able to fly down to the sea and bring fish or something else edible back up. It won’t solve the food problem sustainably, I don’t think we have the stamina to provide for all of us over an extended period of time. How many dwarfs are on board again?”
“39, including meself,” Xorlosh replied instantly.
“Yeah, we can’t carry enough food consistently for 44 people. That’d be like, close to 100 kg of meat a day? The sea is 2-3 km beneath us, no way we can fly down there and back up with our load every day and that’s without considering if we can even catch that much. But we should be able to stretch our supplies at least a couple of days longer. More than enough time to easily make your ritual work, Astra.”
“It’s a good idea,” my mom said, “in theory. But aren’t you overestimating yourselves? There is a good reason why nobody has successfully tried to sail the sea, even though we have been able to reach it for the last 200 years. The waves and large predators that lurk beneath make it neigh impossible to cross, never mind going for a quick fishing trip.” A frown crossed her face as she focused on Ahri intently, who shrugged noncommittally.
“I know, but I think we’d be fine. The ability to fly negates most of the danger. I hope.” She added for my ears only but my mom’s excellent hearing picked it up just fine.
“You hope? Ahri, I really like you, but have you lost your ruddy mind?” Before Ahri could reply I interjected: “if push comes to shove I can teleport us out. I can’t reach our ship from down there but I can easily evade a large predator or a collapsing wave. I’m not saying nothing can go wrong, but the risk is manageable.” Ahri squeezed my hand and threw me a quick smile. Luckily my mom didn’t take it personally but honestly thought about what I had said.
“Are you sure enough of your abilities?” She finally asked.
“Not really, but I can experiment a little before we head down for the first time, can I not? And besides, it might not even be necessary. After all, if Astra’s ritual is a success, we’ll know if the humans have enough provisions with them. If they don’t, we’ll simply follow them to wherever they intend to gather their supplies and even if they do, we can maybe get a more detailed map of the region and find a place for ourselves.” I turned to the elf. “Can you modify the ritual to also have a peek at their maps?”
“I don’t have to modify it. If it works as I hope, I’ll have an invisible spy to control for an hour. I might even be able to cast minor spells through it. Entering the captain’s cabin and going through the maps should be easy enough.”
“Then how about this,” Xorlosh proposed. “Tomorrow you two,” he gestured towards the elves, “try to make your ritual work while Cassandra and Ahri will try to find out if a little fishing trip is safe, meanwhile we try to stay as close to the kidnappers as possible. If the ritual works, we’ll find ourselves a nice place to resupply and if it doesn’t we’ll immediately look for a place manually. Worst case scenario: we need a little more time and only then will we try a fishing expedition. It’ll be some time anyways until we get to that point so if push comes to shove we’ll be able to prepare accordingly. Are we all in agreement?” Everybody nodded and even my brother broke out of his drunk stupor long enough to convey his consent with an unctuous expression.
“Let’s call it a day, then. We’ll have much to do tomorrow and I think we could all use a good night’s sleep.” Chairs scraped over the floor as we got up, my brother had to use a hand to steady himself against the wall. I bowed politely to everyone before I finally left the room, my mom, Mordred and Ahri in tow. We delivered him safely to his cabin where he immediately collapsed on his bed and started snoring. When he started to cuddle with his pillow I remembered that my own cabin was in splinters. Just as well, I didn’t plan on sleeping alone anyways. Call me a coward but the perspective of facing my memories and consequentially nightmares alone didn’t appeal to me overly much.
When we were back in the corridor and had closed his cabin door quietly behind us I spoke up: “I don’t want to spend the night alone, can I stay with you?” I didn’t address anyone in particular but from the series of rather funny expressions that crossed my mom’s face I thought she knew that I hadn’t been talking to her. I hadn’t thought about it until now but she was probably picturing all forms of sinful nonsense. It wasn’t a secret that Ahri and I were more than just friends, my mom had been the first to state it explicitly, after all. And now my body had matured over night, more or less. I couldn’t suppress a grin as I imagined what must be going through her mind right now.
“Don’t worry, I just need someone to hold me tight,” I tried to calm her. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a flicker of disappointment cross Ahri’s face but it was gone too fast to be sure. I still felt rather good about myself.
“If you say so,” my mom said hesitantly. “Sleep well, you two. Maybe we can sit down and chat tomorrow, all three of us, before you rush off to play around in the sky. From the looks of it, we are all family now, aren’t we?” I smiled and hugged her. “That we are, night mom.”
Ahri and my mom were a little awkward when they said their good nights but they even managed a quick embrace before my mom vanished inside her cabin. Ahri’s was just across the corridor and mine to its left. “Give me a second, I think I lost something when I thrashed around in my bed.” Ahri shot me a curious glance but only shrugged and left me alone. I quickly entered my cabin and shuffled through the destruction. I was looking for Lucifer’s ring. The rest of my possessions were already tugged away in my new trousers but I had probably lost the ring when I had woken up and relived the attack on Boseiju. It didn’t take long until I saw the tell tale glimmer of polished metal and found what I was looking for.
The ring was black like polished obsidian but was as heavy as mithril in my hand. I could see minute specks of light within its depth, dancing along patterns much to complicated for me to understand. The ring was formed like an Ouroboros, except that a dragon was eating its own tail, not a serpent. The dragon had 13 sets of wings along its body and in between them the words: “post tenebras lux” had been carved along its spine. I didn’t know the language but the letters were familiar. I knew them instinctively but I couldn’t name their origin. With a sigh a pocketed the ring as well, another mystery that would have to wait.
I tiptoed back through the debris and into the corridor. Ahri’s door creaked quietly when I entered her cabin. She was sitting on her bed, clad in her undergarments, a flameless lantern illuminated the small space which looked exactly like mine before I had rearranged the furniture. I saw a small wardrobe, the door still open, a table with two chairs and a bed. In the flickering light I couldn’t help but notice the alluring shape of the girl on it. My eyes roamed over her body, seemingly on their own accord and I realised that I really had matured. Suddenly nervous I hesitated before I crossed over to the wardrobe and quickly shrugged out of my clothes. Her laughter, a bit like wind chimes, filled the room when I awkwardly fumbled with the buttons and finally managed to remove my shirt. Red like a beet root I hurried over to her and hid under the blanket which made her laugh even more.
I’d have liked nothing more than to join in her mirth but I was seriously embarrassed and I didn’t even know why. Well, I did, but try as I might, I couldn’t get the image of her body in the flickering light of the lantern out of my head. I wondered how it would feel to trace her curves with my fingers, how soft her skin would feel to my touch and I remembered her taste from back when she had kissed me. I shivered a little even though I wasn’t cold and Ahri’s laughter cut off. The smell of pine trees filled my nose as her arms and tails circled around my body and drew me closer to her until my back rested comfortably against her. Her movement sparked a different train of thought as the memories from the last time she had held me came to the forth, how she had protected and supported me while I had been stuck in a waking nightmare, how her presence had calmed me and brought me back to reality.
The shivering stopped and I slowly managed to relax into her embrace. A happy smile formed on my face as her warmth spread through my body and I felt my anxiety melt away. I really was in love! Not having to think about every step I took and simply trust in how I felt would make things so much easier.
“Now, that’s better. How is my angelic princess?” She whispered into my ear.
“Happy,” I mumbled. It became more difficult to stay awake by the second. In her embrace I felt safe, protected… loved and my body demanded rest. Since my birthday I had either had strange dreams or had fallen unconscious outright, except for last night. It had been far from enough and now I could hardly keep my eyes open anymore.
“That’s good. Sleep, my love and don’t fear your dreams. I’ll be right by your side.” The last thing I felt before I was overcome were her soft lips against my neck.
When I woke up the bluish rays of an early morning sun poked through the porthole. I could see a speck of the crimson colours of the sunrise still splattered over a dark sky but my attention quickly turned to the slow and steady breathing that tickled my cheek. With a content sigh I snuggled deeper into Ahri and tried to doze off again. I wasn’t afraid of what I might see anymore, last night had done wonders for my courage. I could only remember fragments of my dreams but I knew they had been peaceful, mostly. I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth when I thought of the few instances when they had turned violent and had been on the verge of returning to the gruesome scenes from back home. Ahri’s body had tightened around me and even though I hadn’t woken, my dreams had changed and I had slept on undisturbed. As I shuffled through my memories, I realised that only one episode remained fathomable. I remembered a scene with my father, we had been walking through the garden, an unblemished Boseiju behind us. I couldn’t recall what we had talked about precisely but I saw his face from when he had bade me goodbye before me, clear as day. He had smiled and he looked calm, serene. I knew it had been only a dream but I felt like I had found closure, like my father really had said his farewells and had wished me good luck.
Some time during my introspection I had dozed off and I didn’t wake again until I felt movement behind me and several light tugs on my tails. Ahri was quietly extracting herself from the mess of tails and blankets the bed had become and hurriedly put on her clothes. I didn’t know what she was up to but it was tempting to simply pretend like I was still asleep and enjoy the stunning few through half closed eyelids. Unfortunately she was done much too quickly and silently left the cabin. I decided to relish in her receding warmth for as long as possible before I’d get up. There was so much to do, I had to tryout my new power, hopefully without any accidents this time around, I wanted to check if I could use my core to maybe revitalise Mephisto, Ahri and I had promised my mom to sit down for a chat and we would also have to try out her plan to hunt fish down in the sea. I had to make sure my teleportation worked just fine before we flew down there. And there was also the matter of the token Mordred had given me.
I didn’t want to take anything else from the dwarfs, even something that had already been paid for, but if I had the chance to somehow get a dwarven made armour I’d be an idiot to waste it. If Mephisto had been right, I’d now be able to channel energy into my muscles which should allow me to carry heavy armour without an issue. I would have to talk to Xorlosh if it were somehow possible to cobble something together while we were in the air.
My musings were interrupted when the door opened again and Ahri brought a tray laden with bread, butter, honey, eggs and tea into the room. The delicious smell made my mouth water and I couldn’t stop my tails from waging.
“Ah, someone’s awake. Good morning, Cassy. How did you sleep?” Her silky voice sent pleasant shivers down my spine.
“Good morning, love. Thanks to you I feel like a new person. It’s astounding what a night in the arms of someone you cherish can do for you.” Her radiant smile outshone the stars and I truly felt happy for the moment.
Cassandra PendragonFor the next half hour we managed to retreat into our own little world without any worries of what might be and had breakfast in bed. We talked about insignificant things like the armour Aspera had worn and if its style might be suitable for either of us and we laughed a lot when we imagined Xorlosh wearing it instead. Not until we had finished with the meal and were comfortably sipping on mildly spiced tea did we get around to talk about more serious topics. While I was smiling contently and snuggled deeper into the cushions, Ahri suddenly touched my arm gently and spoke in a much heavier tone than before:“Now that we have a quiet moment, I’d like to tell you my story and what I know about the Arete family and my past. Would you like to hear it?” I sat up straight.“Of course. But why do you sound like you’re on edge?” She gave me a coy smile.“You’ll know soon enough. Well, here it goes…” she spoke passionately, at first, about the small colony of kitsune far to
Ahri AreteThe room had only one door that lead into the great library. It was a thing of massive gold, etched with runes and spells but most of them were just for show. If someone got that far, a few enchantments wouldn’t pose a problem. I quickly strode over and knocked, twice, on the door. A resounding boom made my ears ache and sparks of greenish energy traveled along the glyphs. I could hear retracting bolts and sliding chains and with a shudder the golden portal opened slowly. I squeezed through and found myself in a cold crystal cavern, the floor, walls and ceiling made of the same dark obsidian as the outside of the fortress. A variety of gems sprouted all over the cave, like bamboo shoots rising from the earth. They grew fast enough that I saw faint movement form the corner of my eye. They shimmered slightly and filled the cavern with dancing shadows and fleeing lights. The centre of the cave was occupied by a deep pond filled with a milky liquid that glowed ever so slightly
Cassandra PendragonWe stayed in bed a little longer, simply enjoying each other’s company but we couldn’t shut out the world forever, no matter how much I wished for it. Just when I had finished telling Ahri about my conversation with Lucifer my mom knocked on our door:“Good morning, are you two awake? Can I come in?”“Sure,” I replied while I simultaneously snuggle deeper into the blankets, I hadn’t gotten around to putting my clothes back on, yet. My mom rushed into the room like a whirlwind, most of her energy and spirit obviously restored. She closed the door behind her and scrutinised the bed, Ahri fully dressed on her side and me hugging the blankets closely, our tails tightly entwined. I was already preparing for one of the more embarrassing moments of my life, but my mom didn’t say a word. With a slight smirk she waltzed over to the table and dragged a chair around to the bed. “Don’t get up, just stay comfy. Is the tea still warm, by any chance?” I shook my head. “No matter
Cassandra Pendragon“Huh, I see. Doesn’t change much for now though, does it? Just something to keep in the back of our minds before we do anything rash.” Xorlosh scratched his beard. “If they sail past Free Land we’ll know for sure anyways and still can decide what to do about it, can’t we?”I shrugged and Ahri nodded, we couldn’t think of anything we might be able to do as well and we had already talked his morning. I had hoped Xorlosh would have an idea, though.“Did you see their flag back then by any chance,” he asked. Hesitantly Ahri replied:“Yeah… it was black with a large white skull and crossed bones below. And the sails were dark red, all of them.” Xorlosh’s brow furrowed and a furious fire ignited in the depth of his eyes.“Really now, that changes things. First of all, well done, you did the world a favour with every single one you killed. Would you kindly tell me exactly what happened?”“You know them?” I blurted out.“Not me, nah, but me little brother here had a run in
Cassandra PendragonIt was a much closer call than I would have liked to admit. Honestly, it was more due to Ahri’s perfect reactions than my agility that we didn’t crash into one another. Unfortunately only one of us was spared any form of collision. As I approached her from above, my spear angled to the side as not to hit her by accident, I saw a small smile flutter across her face and she immediately dropped one of her wooden swords and fell back on the deck. She fanned her 4 wings out behind her and raised an arm and a sword to welcome me. I could easily evade the pointy stick, and her reaching hand. I released more energy into my wings and quickly changed directions, angling my body parallel to the deck with the intention of slinging some of my wings around her body and slamming her into the planks. She had read me like a book and my wings were intercepted by hers, resulting in an unholy mess of red fire and blue energy. Even though I was stronger and faster, with her legs firml
Cassandra PendragonOur small gathering quickly dispersed afterwards. “Come on,” I said to Ahri. “I smell like a tavern and you’re sweaty. Let’s hit the bath, I think we can skip another teleport trial, it works just fine. Maybe the elves are done by the time we come back up, they haven’t even looked up from their runes during our battle.”The following hour was quite enjoyable. We relaxed in warm water and talked nearly the entire time, mostly about our fight. I wanted to know as much as possible about what I had done wrong and how I could improve. Unfortunately what I lacked were experience and training, both things had to be gained through exercise and time. I had quite an advantage, I could already use a weapon, but learning how to fight was apparently an entirely different cup of tea.“How come you’re so good at it?” I wanted to know.“I’m older than you, we might look the same age now, you might even appear a little older if I’m honest, but you only had 7 years to get used to yo
Cassandra PendragonThe next hour was full of bustling activity but I felt somewhat sidelined. While I had some general knowledge about all kinds of magic, the details of how it was applied and what could be done with it eluded me. So I sat back and watched the elves, Ahri, my mom and the old dwarf I still didn’t know the name of work. In my attempt to get out of the way I leaned against the railing, my face turned towards the sky while the brisk wind played with my hair. The air smelled crisp and clean and not a single cloud interrupted the unending expense of blue above and below me. No birds crossed my vision, we were much too far away from any patch of land that could sustain them. The only movement came from the sea below where I could blearily see the larger waves form and disperse, sometimes broken by a spot of colour when a behemoth from the depth surfaced for air. I could see for miles and miles but even when I channeled energy into my eyes, I couldn’t spot the ship we were
Cassandra PendragonWe all watched the events unfold through the fiery images, frozen and terrified. My heartbeat thundered in my ears and sweat started to form on my brow. That wasn’t what I had bargained for! The scene reminded me too much of what had happened on Boseiju, friends and family dying left and right as I was forced to watch, unable to protect those I felt responsible for. My stomach turned into a hard lump and when two of the kitsune kids clambered to their feet, ready to take the punishment for the others I just lost it. My wings unfurled, already crackling with more energy than I had ever applied. I could feel the strain on my body this time as transcendent energies rushed from my core but I didn’t care, not even when I felt the skin around my wings sizzle and burn. Reaching forward I closed my eyes and grabbed the spell Astra had conjured. I was ready to tear it apart, to forcefully rip a gateway to the children through space, the consequences be damned!I heard gasps
Cassandra PendragonHer eight eyes followed me wearily while I rose ever higher into the air, my wings slithering around the statue like the coils of a hunting serpent. I could feel the enchantments and spells the dark granite had been imbued with give way without offering any resistance and slowly the inner working of the statue became visible to my second sight. Most of the magic wasn’t actually in the legs, they had been crafted as conductors and to inflict pain but the truly ingenious parts were hidden in the torso and head, both of them ablaze with the energy that flowed through them. The way I saw it, everything Shassa could offer, from her life force to her soul, could be torn from her and channeled through the legs towards the centre of the statue. What I thought to be the seed would then start to fill with power and once it had accumulated enough, a purified pulse of what I suspected would be transcendent energy, was going to be sent towards the head. An intricate array of e
Cassandra PendragonUnbelievably, the body was still moving, faint twitches and the occasional shudder made it obvious just how much pain she was in. Crap, I could already feel the urge to help her, to free her of her binds without any form or reassurance or gain on my part. Pity was a damned nuisance.“Great, now what?” I mumbled.“Don’t be daft, I know you can cut through spells. Go ahead, you’ve done it before, haven’t you?” “And then? Do I shake you until you wake up?” She rolled her eyes and that was quite the spectacle, like a wave that ran across her face.“Heal me enough to communicate but not more than that or you might come to regret it. You can do that, can you not?”“I hope so, probably… maybe? Uh, won’t there be two versions of me, anyways?”“No, the path you’re trying to reach hasn’t been walked yet, it’s just a dream of the universe in a way. It’ll become reality once you cross over, there won’t be two versions of you but I’m not sure where you’ll end up. You could also
Cassandra PendragonOne might ask why I had said eight legged monster, there hadn’t been much to see after all, images don’t usually linger on the edge of dreams but the longer I communicated with Shassa, the more real everything appeared to me. From exchanged memories lived through between two fluttering thoughts the scene around had developed into the grey of the mind scape, a place I was starting to get familiar with. I had a body and sensory impressions but there was nothing there except for a hazy silhouette, still hidden behind a veil of fuzzy thoughts. With every contact, every exchange she had become clearer until I saw her for the first time and the disembodied memories flowed together to show me whom I was dealing with. Her body was that of a huge spider, bloated and black with red markings in the shape of a reversed cross on her back. Eight bowed, chitinous legs held her upright, each one of them at least 2 metres long with a sharp, deadly claw at its end. Her torso ended
Ahri AreteThe smell wasn’t as bad as one might imagine. The continuous scrambling and scratching was another matter. The noise produced by an army on the rise was horrific, a constant, piercing pressure against my ears that made it impossible to focus on anything but the moving assembly of spare parts and limbs before me.Mordred and I had retreated under the shadow of the statue, Reia alongside Shassa’s withered body between us. Eight stone claws pinned her to the ground and even though the wounds had dried up long ago a distinct metallic odour still lingered around her prone form. Her eyes were closed, shrivelled and blind, eight deep holes on top of her head like windows to an empty room. Reia was still and pale, her mind had fled from the sensations that were racing through their connection, from the pain that had flooded her once the spell had started working. Viyara was hovering in the air, sparks of magic running along her talons and fangs while she surveyed the amassing hord
Ahri AreteHer knees buckled, her wings vanished and she fell. I was barely fast enough to catch her before she hit the ground but with a few frantic wingbeats I managed to sling my arms around her lithe body before she could add another injury to her growing collection. I was still angry, nay, furious and maybe a little shocked but when her soft curves came to rest against my chest and her fluffy tails circled around my middle reflexively I couldn’t help it, my anger melted like snow under the midday sun and I was simply happy to hold her again, dirty and mangled as she was. She wasn’t wounded anymore, as far as I could tell but her skin had a feverish colour and heat radiated off of her as if she was still fighting for her life, spasms making her muscles twitch against me constantly. Her body was liberally coated with the remains of her rampage, but the few untarnished spots showed the same alabaster hue I had come to know so well but now there was distinct sheen of silver to it,
Cassandra PendragonNope, neither sunshine nor rainbows but at least I didn’t find myself in the middle of the ocean. When I had stepped through the portal, a brief moment of vertigo and disorientation had led me into an atrium, for want of a better word. From the corner of my eye, I saw a doorway and the first steps of a wide staircase that vanished into the earth. The walls were bare but polished stone, a reflective surface crisscrossed with lines of shimmering metal, glowing faintly in the dark. Behind me the energy of the portal still hummed reassuringly, my way back was still open. Unfortunately I couldn’t quite concentrate on my surroundings, a still bleeding corpse in the middle of the room commandeered most of my attention.There, practically at the centre of the chamber, laid a chimera, with the head of a lion, the body of a goat and the tail of a serpent. Black blood oozed from deep gashes in its hide, some clean and narrow, others wide with frayed edges. It looked like the
Cassandra PendragonCould it possibly be meant to connect to someone else rather than something else? I had always wanted to learn how to heal, after all. Mephisto had basically told me that my new body would be formed in the image of what my soul desired, without the rationalisations an active mind would use to ignore the sometimes darker nature of what I might long for. If that was true, it wouldn’t be too far fetched to imagine that I had given myself a way to restore what shouldn’t be lost. Unfortunately I didn’t how I could try it out without a Guinea pig. Right then, every time I wanted to move my energy through the wing, I encountered a resistance, a blockade that wouldn’t allow my powers to pass. It felt like knocking at the door of an empty house, in theory it was supposed to open but someone was needed to turn the key and invite you in. For now, it wouldn’t be more than a fancy streak of colour among the silvery torrents of energy.Much more confident than I had been two min
Cassandra Pendragon“You’re a bloody idiot, that’s what you are. But you got balls, at least metaphorically, I’ll give you that.” “Thanks, by now you’ve repeated yourself enough times as well that my tiny brain can retain the information.” I was long past the initial rush of gratitude I had felt when I had first regained a resemblance of consciousness in a grey world of nothingness. By now I was mainly annoyed and a little worried.Unbelievably my stunt hadn’t been the end. I should’ve been dead, my very personality obliterated in the truest sense of the word, my core clean for another spin of the wheel but… I wasn’t. No thanks to my efforts as Mephisto kept on reminding me. He had saved me, in a way. The unbound energy that had been released in the chamber prior to my temporal displacement had been more than enough to reconstruct his reservoirs and the interwoven sparks of transcendent energy had allowed him to perform a miracle, his words, not mine. He had come to when I had collap
Cassandra PendragonI was somewhere in between. I could still see the circular chamber as an afterimage of sorts while I struggled with the sensations my own body was providing me with. Every muscle and tendon connected to my wings was burning as if it had been dunked in acid and I could feel torrents of blood gush down my back, a warm stream of sticky liquid that formed a dark puddle beneath my feet. I couldn’t remain upright, spasms raced up my legs and along my back and I collapsed face first into my own blood. My wings felt like they were about to be pulled out of their sockets, a much stronger force than I had ever experienced had taken hold of them and was constantly trying to rip me a part. My ingenious manoeuvre had worked, I was in my own time stream and still anchored in the alternate version. Unfortunately that also meant that right now my wings were the only thing connecting two separate streams. In a way I was a stick thrust between two wheels. If the wheels were turning