Cassandra Pendragon
The 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 hunting for nor any islands breaking through the monotony all around. Just when my focus was about to shift to the emblem I still carried around and the question if I should try to revive Mephisto while everyone was sort of busy a small patch of black caught my attention. It was tiny but once I spotted it I wondered how I could have missed it before, contrasting the uniform blue all around like a festering wound on healthy skin. More and more energy was sent to my eyes and slowly the dot came into focus. I saw… A heavy hand landed on my shoulder and startled me enough to lose concentration. A quiet yelp escaped my lips and I reflexively unfurled my wings, slinging them around the offending arm.
“Now, lass, are we a wee bit on edge?” Xorlosh’s voice was steady and his eyes twinkled when I whirled around to face him.
“I… Sorry, you startled me,” I replied while I simultaneously retracted my wings. His arm wasn’t worse for wear but I could smell the acidic fragrance of burned hair and where my wings had touched him faint red marks remained on his skin. “I’m really sorry, did I hurt you?”
“Nah, just a little tickle. Been thinking of yer home?”
“No, there was…” I tried to recall what I had seen, to find the spot again but try as I might everything was blue in blue. My paranoia rose but I couldn’t think of what I could possibly do, I hadn’t even seen anything clearly. If the silhouette hadn’t become sharper when I had pushed more energies into my eyes I wouldn’t even have given the occurrence a second thought.
“I don’t know, I thought I saw something… but it’s gone now. What can I do for you?” I said, focusing on the dwarf beside me. He, in turn, squinted his eyes and carefully searched for anything out of the ordinary but he had apparently as much success as me.
“Hmm, can’t see a darn thing, but me eyes aren’t the best for scouting, gimme something within 200 meters to shoot at and I can tell ya how many hairs are growing in its nose but for long distances… guess I’ll tell the lads in the crow’s nest to be extra vigilant, no harm done, if it was nothing. Anyway, you can’t do nothin’ for me, lass. I know as much about magic as I do about painting so I thought I’d use the moment when y’re not glued to your lady to chat a little. It’s all been about battles and strategy and the like, I barely know you and yours. Why don’t we look for a quiet place and empty a tankard or two while we get to know one another? Who knows, depending on how it goes we might even get to taking your measurements.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me,
“Promises, promises. But don’t think a tankard of mead will do, I’m not that cheap,” I replied, smirking.
“That’s the spirit, come along then, I think I know the spot, we can watch the magicians do their little mumbo jumbo and we’ll be outa the way.” He slapped my shoulder lightly and turned around, leading me to one of the masts. I hadn’t seen it before but close to the point where the first ropes for the rigging sprawled away from the mast a small wooden platform encircled it. There were no ladders but I could simply fly the 2-3 meters and Xorlosh climbed up after me, much more nimble than his stocky frame would suggest. When I touched down on the seasoned wood and looked around I could oversee the whole ship from helm to stern and even the two masts at the side of the ship were clearly visible, the dwarfs, busy with adjusting the sails to changes in direction and altitude appeared even smaller from up here.
With a grunt Xorlosh pulled himself over the edge and sat down heavily. From a crate fixed to the mast he produced a small barrel and two cups which he immediately started to fill. I slumped down beside him and stared into the empty sky, half heartedly searching for the spot that had attracted my attention previously. The smell of honey and herbs tickled my nose when Xorlosh shoved one of the cups into my hands. The spicy and sweet flavour of aged mead flowed over my tongue and warmth started to spread immediately from my middle. Did they add magical herbs to their brews? When he had finished his first cup Xorlosh leaned back with a satisfied sigh and eyed me through half closed lids.
“Never been one to dance around what’s on me mind so I’ll say it bluntly. I wanna know how y’re holding up, you all seem awfully chipper considering what’s happened.” I shrugged.
“We’re coping. Ahri’s doing wonders for my mental health and I suppose it’s the other way around as well. My mom is strong, she’ll manage and I don’t think she’ll allow herself to grieve overly much until we get the children back. My brother… well, it’s been ages since I have seen him drunk so I’d say he’s struggling. But what about you and your boys? Thanks again for saving our asses, by the way.” With a snort he refilled my cup and smashed his against mine.
“Always, little princess. It’s what we’re here for innit? I really like your family, they’re good people, especially for royals, but we would have done the same for almost anyone, no need to thank us.”
“If I may ask, why? Why would you naturally risk your necks in a fight that didn’t concern you?”
“Wouldn’t you,” he shot back.
“Probably, well, that’s a lie, definitely. As far as I know that’s how I ended up here. But I’m just weird that way, it’s in my nature. I don’t think the same holds true for all of you, does it?”
“You’re closer to the truth than you think. It’s not in our blood as it might be for you, if I understood what you told me correctly, but it’s in our… culture? Believes? Identity? Probably easier if I just told ya the story.” He took another deep swig from his cup and leaned back against the mast.“Now, I don’t know if any of what I’m about to tell you is actually true but it might as well be, for every dwarf who’s worth a grain of salt believes it to be. Back in the dark ages, before history and culture the peoples of this world were divided, constantly warring amongst themselves. We dwarfs were no different, always hailing one warlord or the other as our new saviour and king, eager to clash axes with our foes and bring justice to those who opposed us. Like I said, dark times. No records survived form back then except for some nearly eroded glyphs in the deepest mines of our home but here is what we tell our children happened.” He set down his cup and filled a pile he and produced from one of his pockets. When the first clouds of smoke rose into the blue sky he continued:
“Amidst the petty squabble and needless bloodshed a new power arose, a seed of dark magic and foul sorcery. Necromancers we called them and their dread drove us back into our mines and made us seal the entrances. We hid while the world around us fell into darkness and the veil between life and death became thinner by the day. But we didn’t care, we were safe under our mountains we reasoned. Let the surface be torn asunder, let the foul magicians kill each other off, we would endure.” He fell silent for a moment as if collecting his thoughts.
“Alas, we were wrong. Doom came to our caverns and cities in the form of rats, if you can believe it. Infected rats carrying nasty curses and mutated diseases. They hadn’t even been sent for us, they were just a byproduct of what was going on above. Within the first few months we lost 1\3 of our people and even more to the risen the dead unerringly turned into. We were rapidly dying out, a few years would see us extinct at that rate. Long debates ensued, whether we should return to the surface where we might have a chance to live or if we should remain cowering in the depths and while our leaders talked, our people died. We had been brought to our knees, hidden away in our underground vaults we had become shadows of what we once were, dreading to return to the land of the living and the dangers we might find there. So we chose to die ingloriously and alone in our mines. Until he came. Like a wildfire he swept threw our disheartened warriors and filled their hearts with light again. Ignoring councils and decision form the kings he gathered everyone who would listen and led them to the surface. The proud dwarfs had hidden long enough, he reasoned, it was time to make the world remember who we were and to purge the evil that had held the peoples in its clutches from living memory. The next years were a constant battle against an undying foe but step by bloody step Angrosh cleared our mountains and the adjacent planes and slowly drove the hoard back. Many others fought beside the dwarfs back then, their valour and hope ignited but our legions of steel that had swept away the undead scourge. For 13 years we battled until at last the mightiest dread lord of them all laid, beheaded, at Angrosh’s feet. But we had paid for our victory dearly and our hero succumbed to his wounds soon after his last fight. Before he went to the fields of glory that surely awaited him in the afterlife he spoke one last time to us: no more, he said. Never again will we dwarfs cower when evil magic stalks the land. Never again will we stand idly by while others fight for our world. We are the protectors, the guardians of Mother Earth and we will heed her call wherever it sounds.” He pulled deeply on his pipe before his dark eyes found mine.
“You see lass, what else were we supposed to do? I don’t know much about your past but from where I’m standing you, of all people, can understand why we won’t ever turn away again. It’s just not who we are.” I had listened raptly, his story had been interesting and telling, I felt like I understood our hairy comrades just a little bit better now, and like he had said, I could easily sympathise.
“Thank you for sharing a part of your culture with me. Your a great story teller, did you know that? But now I feel like I don’t only have to thank you but every dwarf I am ever going to meet, don’t know how I feel about that.” He laughed heartily.
“No need, lass, no need. We are who we are, but I’ll make sure to let me lads know how highly you think of us. I’m sure they’ll be delighted. I’d love to continue our conversation, who doesn’t like flattery especially if it comes from someone as pretty as yourself, but I think our mighty mages are done with their preparations. Better have a look before they do something stupid and blow us all to smithereens.” His tone was light but I could see a shadow of worry in his eyes. He wasn’t too keen on magic in general, I assumed. He emptied his pipe, put away the cups and barrel and slid down the mast while I elegantly glided down.
The scene below hadn’t changed much, except that I could see an additional glyph around every point of the heptagram and the liquid within the bowl had turned a deep crimson. I landed next to Ahri and coiled two of my tails around her legs while I retraced my wings. She gave me a small smile and quick kiss before she turned back to the ritual.
All of us were arranged outside the heptagram with the exception of Astra. She stood beside the bowl, a whitish crystal in her left and her wand in her right hand. When Xorlosh arrived a moment later she looked up.
“Now then, shall we give it a try? With the help of Helena, Golamosh and Ahri I managed to recalibrate the ritual to manifest next to the stolen kitsune, I hope. So that we are all clear on one thing: we don’t have the materials to try again, we only have this one shot until we restock on herbs and crystals. I am going to initiate the first stage, unless there are any objections?” I remained quiet and since no one else spoke up, Astra channeled mana into her wand, through the crystal in her hand into the seven points of the heptagram simultaneously. Crackling with a pinkish light, energy rushed through the glyphs and imbued the purpose Astra and the others had written into them. With a sound like breaking glass the energy surged through the lines and hit the bowl in the centre. A pink flame with blood red nuances ignited and danced merrily over the liquid. Different silhouettes and images formed within the fire, blurry and flickering too fast for even my eyes to follow but after a moment the shifting scenes settled down and when I was able to make out the first details, my heart started beating much faster.
We were on deck of a sleek air ship, three slim masts pierced the sky and from my point of view I could just about make out the tips of the two side masts. The nose of the ship was adorned with a towering construction that supported 3 ballistas and a contraption I hadn’t seen before but that I immediately recognised, a cannon. Glowing sigils ran along the barrel and covered the wooden contraption it was mounted on. Humans, well groomed and in uniform, milled around the rigging and performed the same tasks as the dwarfs that kept us on course but their ship seemed to react much smoother to every action of the crew. The officers were all aligned neatly beside the mast in the middle, two ropes with a noose at the end hung from the crossbar above them. While we were watching, the double doors set into a wooden construction in the stern opened and a couple of soldier marched the missing kitsune on deck.
They were haggard and clad in chains, runes on the metal prevented them from using magic and the skin beneath was red and infected. Their fur was dull and matted and their tails dropped to the grown. None of them had the courage left to look their captors in the eye. They were marched before the assembled officers and made to kneel with the harsh crack of a whip, cruelly wielded by one of the guards. I counted 43 kitsune, none older than 12 summers and even though I couldn’t see any open wounds on their bodies it was apparent that they had suffered for longer than most of them could endure.
When they were all on their knees, an old human with grey hair started to talk in an oily, somewhat creepy voice.
“You knew this was going to happen. Theft can’t be tolerated. Two of you will hang today but it’s your decision if those will be the rightfully condemned or two, randomly chosen from your group. So I ask again: who stole the water?”
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 PendragonThat couldn’t be good. With a quick glance I made sure that all of the kids were still there, most of them had fallen on the ground, they were a little rattled but otherwise unhurt. The sudden lurch had shut them up, though and they were all pale as corpses, their eyes frantically roaming across the deck and towards the masts. Large parts of the sails had caught fire but I was relatively certain that they wouldn’t come down, yet. Nobody else was moving, or groaning for that matter, the humans we had only wounded had died in the meantime, good riddance. I turned to the boy who still stood by my side and pried his little sister form my tail.“Hey, uhh… I need your help. What’s your name?”“Archimedes, or Archy. Sure, anything.” I was impressed, his voice was maybe a little higher than it should be, but it wasn’t trembling and he was much more composed than I had expected. “I’m Cassie, can you look after your sister and the others for me? I have to go see what happen
Cassandra PendragonI felt like a deer caught in the headlights, my body froze and all I could do was stare into its eyes. Huge, glowing orbs of gold with pitch black slits in the middle fixed on me and with the sound of breaking planks it pushed itself up and flared out its wings. It was snake like, maybe 10 meters in length and covered with scales that shimmered like molten gold, every movement of the huge muscles underneath sent ripples of light along the deck. It didn’t have a set of wings but rather a form of ruff that surrounded its neck and ran along its body on both sides. Directly behind the neck the ruff protruded maybe 4 meters out and became slimmer the further towards the tail it got. The last 3 meters of its body were said tail, sleek and agile like a huge golden whip. Its face was… beautiful I couldn’t describe it any other way. Predatory and alien for sure but also regal and elegant and I thought it had a feminine grace to its features. It had a protruding but rather s
Viyara NamelessFear leads to desperation and desperation engenders defiance. If you have nothing left, you’ll either crash and burn or you’ll find the courage to do what you thought impossible and I certainly tried.I was a trophy, captured and stolen from the remains of my home, my family, my friends. My father had been an ancient Gold Dragon, well over 30 centuries old. Dragons are possessive, compulsively so. Over his long life he had collected everything that had sparked his fancy, from jewels, artefacts and precious metals to beautiful women and a menagerie of exotic semi-sentient beasts. The crown of his hoard was an elven princess he had taken as his first wife when he had been a mere 1000 years old. I imagined their first decades hadn’t been the easiest but over time they fell in love and she stayed with him until the very end. I was their only child.As one might imagine, unions between dragons and other sentients usually didn’t produce offspring, dragons had to shapeshifter
Cassandra PendragonMy energy danced along the edges of my wing, sparkling brightly. I strained and fought and with a final shove I pushed a tiny mote of silvery light into her. Her carbuncle sealed instantly, silver and gold mixing in an iridescent fountain of magic while she absorbed what I had offered. Blinding flashes of lightning crackled along her skin and I felt a growing pressure in the air like static electricity. I didn’t want her to damage the ship even more, so I wrapped her tightly in my wings, pulled my tail away from the girl that still clung to it and soared into the sky. I kept her close and through the silvery veil I could see more and more energy circulating through her while the first physical changes manifested. Her hair became shot through with streaks of blue and silver, her skin kept its lustre but a distinct silvery sheen blinked from behind the gaps in the cocoon I had covered her with and a glowing mark appeared on her forehead, shining like a star in the n
Cassandra PendragonMy chest felt constricted and a quick glance showed me just how much damage he had done. My shirt was ruined, strips of cloth that barely clung to my torso were all that remained of it and the skin beneath showed a colourful mixture of red and white. I sent some energy towards the torn ligaments and raptured muscles and a soothing coolness spread through my limbs while I watched the dragon in front of me closely. His eyes had already healed but huge drops of blood still ran from his nostrils and dispersed into the air with every heavy breath he took. Anger and hatred radiated off of him in perceptible waves that distorted the air and made my fur stand on end while his regrown eyes zeroed in on me. I definitely had his attention.The way he looked at me unblinkingly and his lips twitched made me assume he was trying to reach me telepathically, good luck buddy. I wasn’t going to complain though and when his eyes narrowed in concentration I charged him again. I couldn
Cassandra Pendragon“Before we go for another round, are you by any chance able to talk?” My voice was hoarse, somewhere along the line I must have screamed more than I had realised. Which was one of the reasons I tried to communicate, I needed a break. The other reason was that he had already started to shove his instincts away and to actually think about what he was doing. He wouldn’t come after me blindly anymore if his circling was any indication at all. He was looking for an advantage.He stiffened and I thought he was about to attack but instead I felt a tingling of magic in the air. Sound waves manifested seemingly out of nowhere and a cold, grating voice rolled over me like a wave. Pressure mounted in my ears and I had to actively strengthen them to prevent injuries and deal with the onslaught. I might even have gone cross eyed for a moment. “Why are you opposing me?” Pure malice and distain oozed through his words and battered against my mind but he wasn’t rushing at me and
Cassandra PendragonWhile Ahri was talking a strange sensation travelled from the tips of my tails to my heart. The dull aches and fiery pain that had become more and more unbearable during my battle flowed along my limbs and seemingly left my body through the tattoo. I didn’t feel completely refreshed but I was much better off than a moment before. Ahri on the other hand was struggling.Through our connection I felt a shadow of the agony she was in. Her voice wavered and slipped away from me but I clenched down on our connection and tried to pull her close again, if I had the chance I’d also take back the pain she was shouldering for me. “Oh no, you don’t. Cassie… I’ll survive… let me help, if I can’t be there I’ll at least carry part of the burden…. Don’t be so damned stubborn!” I could feel her sincerity through our link and while she was suffering, I was sure she wasn’t actually in any real danger, at least not yet. The same couldn’t be said for me. Cursing colourfully I let go a
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