Cassandra Pendragon
My 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 night sky. It was only visible for the shortest amount of time before it melted back into her skin but I had seen it clearly, a stylised version of my wings, 16 to the left, 16 to the right and one below arranged in a tight V. Her eyes flew open, the dark slits within the puddle of gold had become silver as well and power radiated out. She opened her mouth and exhaled deeply, a silvery fog with sparks of gold left her mouth and was blown away by the wind. Her gaze fixed on me and the same sweet voice I had heard before sounded in my mind, faint but much more lively: “thank you.” She closed her eyes again and I felt her relax into my wings, her tension simply vanished and I was sure the corners of her mouth curled into a small smile. Her fragile state and delicate appearance made we want to protect her, I felt a connection with the girl, born from the magic that now connected us or from something else I couldn’t say. Hesitantly but carefully I heaved her up into my arms and studied her face closely for the first time.
Large eyes with slanted eyebrows dominated her features and pointy ears poked through her long, wavy hair that now showed three different, interchanging colours. She had a small mouth but her smile allowed the point of a canine to slightly poke out. Her nose was slim and rather narrow, maybe even a little pointy but I thought it looked cute on her. When I slung my arms around her and her soft skin touched mine for the fist time, the mark on her forehead appeared again for the fracture of a second and I felt a tickle in the depth of my mind. A name, Viyara, suddenly fluttered through my thoughts. I could feel her, just within reach if I strained myself a little but her thoughts were empty, her consciousness sleeping except for a shaky feeling of hope that warmed my heart. I pulled her closer and slowly descended towards the ship and the gawking army of shorties.
The deck had filled, Ahri was back on her feet, smiling at me while I headed for her and Reia and her group of pioneers had returned with a couple of bags, a pink crystal and some parchments. Most of the kids were chewing on something while they watched me and I could see one or the other head over to the bags and grab a couple of dried fruits or meat. Water hadn’t been an issue since there were several huge barrels on deck, regularly filled when it rained. I landed as gently as possible to not wake my breathing burden and kissed Ahri’s cheek.
“Are you still hurt?” I asked while I carefully lowered Viyara to the ground. She clung to my hand stubbornly and I had to use a little force to pry her fingers open. She mumble in her sleep and groped around for something to hold on to. With a sigh I straightened and brushed one of my tails along her arm until she grabbed it tightly and snuggled into the soft fur. Ahri was watching us with a faint smirk but when I looked up again she quickly kissed me and tried to hide her amusement.
“Just a little shaken but I’m not injured anymore. What about you? Did you just tame a dragon?” I smiled at her.
“I wanted to surprise you with a tale of my heroics but if you already talked to the kids I’d have to stick to the truth and that’s not very exciting. I have no clue what happened, she appeared, was hurt and I tried to help her, maybe not in the most traditional way possible. She was cursed, I’d say, and I cleansed her but I also damaged her carbuncle. To fix it I fed her some of my energy and she changed, a little.”
“Right, not exciting at all, just another Monday. So while I was out, you cleared the ship, broke the curse on a dragon and forced a spark of transcendence into a mortal creature. Anything else I should know?”
“Well, we might also be well on our way to lose the flying stone and I have not the foggiest in which direction we might head to find land but that’s about it.” She groaned.
“I have an idea, though. Most of the children know a little magic and if they work together they might keep the stone I’m one piece or maybe even repair it. If our sleeping beauty wakes up she should also be able to help, dragon and all that.” Ahri cocked an eyebrow and looked at Viyara’s hands still stuck on my tail.
“Our sleeping beauty?” I snorted in response.
“Right, as if you would leave her if I wasn’t around. She’s not dangerous, Ahri, she’s hurt and scared, something I can completely sympathise with.”
“I know, that’s one of the reasons I love you.” She kissed me again, this time tenderly but with passion.
“I’ll look after her, you go talk to the kids and check out what they found. Maybe you could send the healer along, Archy, wasn’t it?” I nodded.
“I’ll talk to him but I think he’s ready to collapse, he kept Viyara, that’s her name,” I pointed at the girl in answer to Ahri’s questioning look, “alive and healed you. I don’t think he’s got much left but I’ll certainly ask. Do you think you can keep them busy for a moment? I’d like to try and wake Mephisto, we could really use his help.”
“Sure, but talk to them first, answer some questions and tell them about Viyara, calm them a little.”
“Come with me? Most of them don’t know you yet, or have you already talked to the whole gang?” She shook her head. “Fine, just give me a second.” She scooped Viyara into her arms and angled her in a way that allowed the girl to keep her hands on my tail. I had to smile, Ahri had always taken care of people around her but that amount of consideration warmed me to my core. I slung another tail around Ahri’s waist while we made our way over to the group. The eyes of most of the older boys were glued to the naked girl in Ahri’s arms but the rest of them were waiting for us curiously, I could even see Archy struggling with his little sister to keep her from rushing towards us. They appeared much more steady and calm, the fright the dragon had caused all but forgotten with a few scraps of food. Children truly were resilient. I took a moment to count them and said:
“Everyone alright?” A couple of nods and shrugs were all I got until Reia opened her mouth:
“We found some food and a bunch of maps. The crystal was stored with the maps so we brought it along as well. Nothing happened, we didn’t get hurt but no one wanted to stay on the lowest floor either. It smells of blood and the corpses are creepy so we all came back up together.”
“That’s fine, you didn’t happen to stumble across some clothes along the way?” Reia gave me a nod.
“There were some in the captain’s cabin, I can go fetch them if you want.”
“Sure, thanks.” She turned around on the sport and vanished through the door. Before the sound of her feet on the stairs could fade away she was back already, a frilly shirt and black trousers in her hand. Ahri and I took a moment to stuff Viyara into the shirt, covering at least her most essential parts and allowing the boys to focus, somewhat. When Archy’s sister saw that Viyara still held on to my tail tightly she squealed and tore herself lose from her brother to charge me. I laughed and picked the bundle of energy up to place her on my hip. She grabbed one of my tails immediately and contently played with my fur. Somehow I had a feeling that both girls would stay with me for quite some time. The thought filled me with warmth and gave me enough courage to start speaking again.
“Now that we have a moment, I think it’s time to tell you why I’m here and what happened back home. This is Ahri and she has been with me through all of it…” I told them what they had to know. I didn’t go into detail but I didn’t hide the truth either. The next 15 minutes where maybe the hardest of my life, assuring them that their families couldn’t possibly have survived. There is a special form of pain when you’re forced to snuff out the hope of people you care for or in my case were responsible for. It hurt when the first tears welled up and I had to focus to not join them when they started to cry, it didn’t take long until they were clinging to one another. Siblings stuck together and Ahri and I quickly collected the ones without living relatives and gathered them close. We tried to comfort them as well as we could but it was only a pale imitation of what they actually were due, the loving touch of parents and the security of a home waiting for them. It felt dreadfully inadequate to hug them or pat their backs but it was the best I could do.
Some of them surprised me, though. A couple of the older ones, especially Reia and Archy were teary eyed but much more collected than I would have thought. It felt like they had already known and I was simply the messenger of news they had expected. It made me shiver to see their youth end before my eyes and once again my resolve surged to not allow what had happened to go unpunished. The emperor would pay and if I didn’t like his story, so would Amazeroth I vowed and my core reacted. Brighter than the other two a third band of energy weaved itself through me and bound me to my words. A bitter smile appeared on my face. As if I had needed another reason.
Sometime while I had still been talking Viyara had stirred awake but she hadn’t opened her eyes. Instead she had remained perfectly still, listening to my voice and absently stroking my tail. Her movements were small enough that I wouldn’t have realised she was with us again if I hadn’t felt her mind sluggishly stirring at the edges of my perception. Muffled images trickled through our link and I felt her anxiety grow but I tried to ignore it. We would have time to talk, soon. Also, I couldn’t possibly imagine what I could say to her, given that I was still trying to comfort the other kids. I really didn’t learn.
I was in the middle of another group hug when I felt everyone around me stiffen and pure dread radiated through my connection to Viyara. I was at a loss and I tentatively focused on the scared dragon while I tried to capture Ahri’s gaze. She was white as a sheet and when she caught me staring she silently pointed her finger upwards. Two things happened simultaneously: images of a devil incarnate clad in black scales flooded my mind and a hellish roar pierced the sky. Somewhere above us a black, winged menace had spotted its prey. The next moment a torrent of emotions crushed into me, jumbled and incoherent but I understood enough that I could make an educated guess at who was circling through the sky. We were so screwed.
I didn’t have a plan but I knew that if we waited until he’d reach us, we would have to mourn yet another bunch of killed kitsune and I wasn’t willing to accept that. With a little force I extracted myself from the kids and took a hurried step backwards, my physical connection to Viyara broke but I could still feel her presence. Ahri looked at me, terrified but determined. Her wings flared out.
“I’m coming with you.” I had to suppress a curse.
“No, you’re not. One of us has to stay, get the kids working on the ship and figure out a direction while the other distracts that… thing. And frankly, I like my odds much better than yours.” She puffed out her chest, ready to argue but surprisingly Viyara opened her eyes, they were a fascinating mixture of silver and gold, and raised a hand to touch Ahri’s cheek. I didn’t know what went on between them but after a moment Ahri’s attention returned to me and she slumped a little. “Stay safe and come back to me,” she all but whispered. I leaned forward and gently kissed her cheek. After a short hesitation I also hugged the little dragon girl and shot off into the sky. I was pissed enough to actually look forward to a little tussle with a dragon but my excitement only held for as long as it took me to channel energy into my eyes. With a small twitch the hovering monstrosity became sharp.
He, I assumed it was a he from what I had felt form Viyara, was longer than our ship and his wings blocked out the sun when I approached from below. His scales were thick and sturdy but they didn’t shimmer or reflect the sunlight, instead they had a sort of matte glow which made them appear nearly indestructible. His body was immense, with a long and sinewy neck and a snake-like tail. His arms and legs were drawn against his torso but I could still see the magnificent strength that ran through each limb. The bat-like wings weren’t translucent and seemed much more rigid and durable than I would have expected. His head was hideous. Two long horns curled down from his forehead on either side and framed a sunken face that clearly showed the lines of the skull. His eyes were dots of an even darker colouration, almost as if I’d go blind if I focused on them. His thin lips were curled back in a sneer to reveal an impressive jaw filled with razor-sharp teeth, their ivory sheen bright against his black scales. He could swallow me whole and would still have room to spare. What had I been thinking?
Well, I had come to distract him so I might as well get down to business. Swallowing my fear and silencing the small voice in my head that told me I was about to commit the worst and last mistake of my life I went and wiped the smirk of his ugly face. My vision turned silvery and I appeared in front of his maw, my wings spread wide. Without taking the time to second guess myself I slammed the better part of them into his eyes and down his nostrils while I simultaneously tried to clamp his maw shut with the rest. His grin vanished immediately, that was the good news. The bad news was that I was nowhere near strong enough to keep my hold on his snout. With a terrifying roar that rattled my bones and set my ears ringing he simply shrugged off the wings I had used to muzzle him and flung a stream of pitch black flames my way. I was much too close to dodge and my wings were either stuck or flailing around his maw uselessly. I took the brunt of his breath and while the magic didn’t harm me it still felt like a condensed hurricane had slammed into my chest. A condense hurricane that smelled of rot and decay I might add. I tumbled through the air helplessly before I managed to stabilise my fall and pull myself into a gentle arc to face him again.
Blood, dark enough to nearly appear black streamed from his eyes and nostrils and I couldn’t suppress a grin as I watched him thrash about, blinded and in pain. I even tried to laugh but the movement brought tears to my eyes as soon as I strained my chest. His attack had hurt me more than I had thought. All mirth forgotten I focused back on my foe, this had been only the beginning.
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 PendragonWe had dropped significantly and were much closer to the sea now. I stood on the air above him, a fresh breeze brushed through my dark hair and tickled my ears. Galathon had fallen even further after I had vanished and was now pulling out of his dive more than 100 meters below me. Even from up high I could see the rivulets of blood that ran down his neck and flowed from his body, forming a veritable waterfall beneath his chest. He was hunched over and his wing strokes were laboured while I felt much better. I hadn’t been able to recover my bodily stamina from the spells I had devoured, they had lacked a life force component, but my meridians and wing bases felt as good as new. For the first time during our encounter I held the advantage and I didn’t plan on losing it again.I allowed gravity to take hold and helped along with a couple of strokes while I rushed towards him, like a hawk hunting a mouse… that was admittedly several times the hawk’s size. Faster and fa
Cassandra PendragonThe idiot. He had had me dead to rights and now… well I knew exactly how much power it took to keep a tear in space open, more than I could control at the moment. I waited half a second longer until his sword and most of his arm had appeared and then my wings slithered along the outer edges of the portal, searching for the spell that held space apart long enough for something to pass through. In my mind’s eye the portal was a black spot of nothingness, surrounded by beautiful glyphs, wreathed around the edges. They pulsed and shimmered with energy and even deformed a little while they kept the portal open. Grinning I ripped them apart, absorbing every iota of energy I could get my wings on. I couldn’t take it all, once I had weakened the structure, the rest crumbled on its own, squashed by the force I had experienced myself when I had tried to reach the other air ship. The result was admirable none the less.With a hissing sound the portal slammed shut and cut off
Viyara NamelessIn the growing darkness of the approaching night an angel descended form above. Stunned into silence we looked up, the only sound the soft thump with which the decapitated pirate fell to the ground. Bright torrents of energy swirled through the air and slithered over the deck, heading straight for my binds but no one cared. Halfway along the mast, maybe 10 meters above us Cassandra stood in the air, her beautiful face drawn into tight lines and a threatening shine flickered from her eyes while she studied the scene below her. Her wings spread out behind her, filling the deck with fleeing shadows and her tails framed her figure like a halo of molten silver. Dried blood, nearly black in the dwindling light, covered her body and her shirt was torn to shreds. Alabaster skin shimmered in the darkness, the colourful tattoo on her chest clearly visible. Palpable waves of anger rolled off of her and the brigands took an involuntary step back, cowering slightly. I smelled their
Cassandra PendragonI eyed the drunk bag of muscles and bones curiously. I didn’t have a clue how Viyara’s family had been organised so I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I had to admit, a cantankerous orc was a little much. I had never seen an orc before, except for illustrations in some of the books I had been forced to read but they hadn’t done him justice. Neither the eerie glow of his eyes nor the absurd length of his tusks had been captured and if I hadn’t spent the last hours dancing with a dragon I would have been intimidated but in comparison he appeared rather… cute. Especially with the slightly confused look on his face and the absurd amount of jewellery he was wearing I just couldn’t take him seriously. The cleaver was another matter. Size and proportions were suited to a draconic kitchen and the dark spots on the blade were probably not only rust. I brought it close to my face and sniffed it cautiously, yep, definitely blood. I would have loved to drag out the moment a
Cassandra PendragonWe didn’t dawdle much longer. A short discussion broke out when Viyara offered to carry us on her back, she’d be much faster at navigating the lair in her dragon form. I was all for it but Barzuk insisted that it would sully her dignity, transporting others like a common mule. Viyara’s temper was rising again when I decided to put a stop to their argument. I blinked onto her back and pulled Barzuk up with a couple of my wings. I placed him in front of me and ignored his yammering:“We can worry about appearances later when we don’t have a crater full of enemies at our door. Until then I don’t want to hear another word about how she should behave.” I applied just enough pressure to emphasise my point before I retracted my wings. “Did I make myself clear?” Barzuk grumbled under his breath but he didn’t object loudly and with a smug roar from Viyara we were off in a trice. Riding her felt strange, her arms and legs were too short to run at speed and she had to support
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