Mordred Pendragon
Getting drunk had been fun, having a hangover, not so much. But I had needed it, dearly. Ever since the battle for Boseiju, things had been strange, to say the least. True enough we had lost our home and my father but that wasn’t why I had reached for a bottle the first chance I had gotten. After Cassy had smashed the jewel I had used to bind a part of Amazeroth’s power, I had felt his presence leave me instantly but right along with it, a fog or rather a blockade had vanished and I had remembered how my trip back then, when I had first found the island, had actually happened. Ever since, my feelings were in turmoil, old grudges, forgotten under Amazeroth’s spell had hit me again in full force. My envy, the suffocating anger, it all came back in a rush.
During the battle it hadn’t mattered too much, I had been much too occupied with staying alive but afterwards… well, it had become a chore just being around my family, especially Cassandra. To make matters worse, even though I knew I had been manipulated into viewing things differently, I still had learned a lesson or two on the way and that resulted in the worst sort of headache I had ever had to endure. On the one hand, I was terribly wrathful, hurt by a family and destiny that had always shoved me aside and ready to see them suffer just the way I had had. On the other hand I knew just how selfish, shortsighted and dumb that was. Life was no walk in the park and if I wanted to change my circumstance I’d have to fucking work for it, not sulk in a corner. As a result I added a decent amount of self loathing to my already rather dark emotional corset. Watching my sister with her new girlfriend had just tipped me over the edge. So I had put a good face on it and played along but when Xorlosh had brought out the liquor I hadn’t been able to resist.
To add insult to injury, Cassie had even woken me up sometime around noon. Now I had at least a very real reason for wanting her head on a pike and I spent the next hour or so blissfully imagining how I’d tie her wings together and throw her over board. A not so pleasant side effect was, that I realised that there was no real venom left. I resented her for what she was and how she had influenced my life but I also liked her and I was clever enough to see just how much she had been going through in her short life. She was barely five, a child by any one’s standards. Back then my world had been full of brotherly quarrels and stealing candy while she had fought in an all out assault on our home and risked her life more times than I cared to count. Damn it, I had really been an asshole and still was, considering how I was acting. By the Great Fox, I had a decision to make. I could either wallow away in self pity and nourish my perceived injuries or I could man up and finally accept that everybody had their burdens to carry. And mine weren’t even that heavy. At least they hadn’t been until I had brought the fires of war to our home. Great, now I felt even worse. Time to get up anyways, I had a long way to go but as a famous martial artist had once said: every step you take makes the mountain a bit smaller but the only the final step makes it disappear.
Unfortunately my personal mountain appeared to be growing rather than diminishing. When I had groggily washed my face and fumbled around with my clothes long enough that I was somewhat presentable the thumping of heavy boots, exclamations and several colourful dwarvish curses reached me through the wooden ceiling. As fast as my protesting body would allow I made my way on deck and was greeted by a scene of frantic activity.
A ritual circle had been established and form the burning incense, the smell of ozone and the heavy layers of magic still in the air it had been active recently. Astra and Aspera, our resident elves were arguing in their native tongue but my brain was still too addled to decipher their rapid fire dialogue. My mom was shouting at an elderly dwarf I had seen around the mines before, Golamosh, I thought, while Xorlosh was frantically trying to calm her down. The dwarfs on deck who weren’t directly involved with keeping the ship on course stood around in groups of twos and threes, animatedly discussing…something.
I strained my hearing and focused on the nearest conversations while I made my way over to my mother. Filtering out most swear words I quickly got a picture of what had happened. The elves had used a ritual to spy on the humans that had taken away the last children of our people, so far so good. They had succeeded and their scrying spell had revealed an ongoing execution. My dear sister had, of course, lost her shit and had torn a hole through the spell. In a flash of light she had vanished right along with Ahri and the spell had collapsed. Right, why would I even be surprised?
As I trotted over the polished wood I had to wonder if she did those things on purpose. Seriously, how could one person attract so much trouble? I wasn’t the epitome of luck either, but whenever she was involved, nothing ever seemed to go as planned. Had she really jumped head first onto a ship filled with mercenaries and cutthroats? At least she was trying, I chided myself. That was more than I could say for my sorry ass which had been lying in bed with a hangover.
“Mordred, where, by the Great Fox, have you been? Did you seriously sleep until now?” Mother’s high pitched voiced combined with her rather loud exclamation wasn’t the best cure for my headache. But I endured. “You sister is gone along with Ahri and that fur ball,” she shot Golamosh a scathing look, “has been telling me how we can’t do anything about it. Please tell me you have an idea.”
“I’d have to know what happened first. Could you please calm down? Your hysterics are neither helpful nor necessary.” Aghast she stated at me but at least I had managed to shut her up. “Now then, could somebody who isn’t close to hyperventilating tell me what the little devil has done now?” With a worried glance towards my mother who had turned a fascinating shade of pink Xorlosh quickly stepped in to fill the silence, preventing her from starting another tirade.
“That’s not easy to answer, lad. Best we, or rather the mages with us,” he include Astra, Aspera and the hairy dwarf in a sweeping gesture, “can tell, Cassandra ripped a hole through the scrying ritual those two lovely ladies conjured and somehow stepped through, taking Ahri with her. Quite understandable, considering the humans were about to kill off two of the children. Unfortunately she tore the structure of the spell apart as well and now we’re back at square one without the materials to set up the ritual again. And Helena, like I said, it’s not a question of want or we’d already be behind her, it’s simply that we can’t reach her. Trust me on this, if there was even the slightest chance, me and me lads would already be moving.” Meanwhile Astra and Aspera had joined our group.
“He’s right, as much as I understand your urgency, Helena, even if we could install a similar ritual, we wouldn’t know how to pass through. Teleportation is a tricky thing and none of us are maters of the different aspects of space magic but I feel confident enough to say that what she did shouldn’t be possible. We definitely can’t replicate her feat. For now we’d be much better served discussing what we can do rather than what we can’t. We think it highly unlikely that the two of them won’t be able to deal with the mercenaries the merchants have hired, especially after what we have just witnessed. Assuming they are alright and managed to subdue the humans, we have to figure out how we can help them.”
“That’s easy enough to answer,” I replied. “The marks are still in place, right? Well then, we continue on, as fast as we can. They won’t be running from us anymore so we should reach them quickly enough. I quite agree, even if Cassandra is a little erratic from time to time she won’t allow any harm to come to her people and she won’t succumb to a pack of rabid dogs, especially if she has Ahri with her. That much I know. If we’re lucky they, might even figure out a way to contact us. Most of the kids should already know a little magic and maybe one of them can use the mark to form some kind of connection. To put it plainly: Golamosh should retreat to a place where he can hear his own beard grow and focus on any form of telepathy that might reach him. Meanwhile we put the magic we can produce to good use and conjure up a nice tailwind to carry us along. It might also be a good idea to prepare some food and medicine, just in case.”
They stared at me in silence and I was starting to get nervous until a hearty chuckle from Xorlosh put me at ease. “Simple and probably the best we can do for now. Unless anyone disagrees I’ll have the lads bring out the storm rigging. You can conjure up a storm, can’t you?” Astra and Aspera exchange a quick glance:
“With the help of Helena and Mordred we sure can. We might even be able to focus it on the sails with a little effort. If you two would join us we could get started right that second.” My mother was visibly upset at not being able to reach her youngest child immediately but after another minute or two she relented and eagerly went to help the elves. I joined them as well, if only to add an additional source of energy to their spells as I didn’t know the first thing about weather magic. If they’d told me to blow something up, things would have been different, but alas…
The next couple of hours were tedious, boring and damn exhausting. Holding a spell for a prolonged period of time, even when only supplying energy to the structure, took an immense amount of concentration. Combined with my already aching head and my bad mood it turned out to be a special form of torture. The only silver lining was that my mother had to focus as well and was forced to take her thoughts off of everything that might have gone wrong aboard the other ship. While we laboured in silence, pushing more and more mana into the complicate construct Astra and Aspera had formed, the dwarfs around us did everything in their power to squeeze even the last bit of speed out of their vessel. Creaking wood, slapping sails and groaning hawsers competed with the rushing winds about which noise would break our focus first and the intermingled curses in the deep, grumbling dwarven tongue didn’t help at all. Suffice it to say, we weren’t exactly having the time of our life. Or at least I wasn’t, some of the dwarfs were seriously enjoying themselves.
I couldn’t tell how much time had passed when my reserves ran dry but the sun was nearing the western horizon. Embarrassingly I was the first to have spent all of his energy and I stumbled away from the circle of casters with bloodshot eyes and the worst migraine I had ever experienced. Slumping down against the mast, I closed my eyes and allowed the winds to tangle my hair until a strong hand patted my shoulder and pushed a bottle of water on me.
“Here lad, drink. That’ll help.” Thankfully I gulped down a couple of mouthfuls before the strong fragrance of dwarven mead hit me. I had to cough violently but when the spasm subsided I admittedly felt much better.
“There,” Xorlosh smiled down on me, “at least now you have some colour in your cheeks again. I was afraid you would pass out on us. Nothing like a good drop of the home brew to rekindle one’s spirits, eh?” A little hoarse I replied:
“Sure. Whatever you say.” I took another deep drag and handed back the almost empty bottle. “Thanks anyways. How are we doing? Did I miss anything?” Xorlosh sat down beside me and emptied the bottle before answering:
“Quite a bit, actually. You’ve been at it for over 7 hours. Quite a bit of stamina you have there but I must say, your mum is a force to be reckoned with. She’s still going strong and even the elves are showing signs of the strain they are under. You’re family is kinda nuts if you ask me. Anyways, an hour ago Golamosh received a message but it’s not exactly all sunshine and roses. For what it’s worth your sister and Ahri freed the kids and killed off the merchants and their lackeys but… that’s where it gets interesting. Their ship was severely damaged during the fight and they are struggling to reach the closest island, we’ll arrive there in a little less than 5 hours if our casters can pull through. Your sister isn’t with them anymore, though. Believe it or not they encountered two dragons.” My eyes went wide but before I could interrupted he continued:
“Apparently we have stumbled from one conflict into the next. An ancient Black has raided the home of one of his rivals and murdered everyone except for a cub. He took her with him and she managed to get away. After a short flight she more or less collapsed onto the deck of the ship with the other dragon close behind. I’m pretty sure you can guess how the story continues. Cassandra tried to lure the Black away to give the others a chance but apparently it didn’t go too well. No, she’s still fine as far as I can tell so no need to get your tails in a twist but she needed help. Long story short, she apparently wants to lead the Black back to the hoard of his rival and, with the help of the cub, they thought they could put an end to him there with all the enchantments and artefacts they hope they’ll find.” He scratched his nose and looked at me from beneath his bushy eyebrows.
“So right now we’re hunting a severely damaged ship, crewed by a bunch of kids while your sister is off somewhere dancing with a dragon. For now, you best keep that to yourself, no need to worry your mother and there ain’t much we can do anyways. She has to remain focused or we’ll need even more time to get there. Once we have the little ones aboard we can think about how we can best help Cassandra. You with me?” I nodded. We had a duty towards our people and I wasn’t even sure if we could be of any help to Cassandra, even if we’re to reach her in time. An ancient dragon? By the Great Fox, out of the frying pan and into the fire as the saying went…
“You’re right. But just to satisfy my curiosity, could we even assist her, even if we were with her?”
A dangerous gleam entered Xorlosh’s eyes and he said:
“Lad, dragons are tough and scary but if you punch enough holes into them, they bleed to death just like every other creature. Me and me boys know a few ways how we could turn the sucker into a pincushion. Rest for a while and I’ll have a good look at all the surprises we still have stored away in our cargo hold. If the lizard gets close enough I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to do more than just “assist”. Me brother’s drum didn’t fall from the heavens, you know?” His gruff optimism put me at ease, at least somewhat, and I leaned back against the mast eager to just relax my aching mind for a moment.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was a small hand that shook me awake forcefully: “Mordred, Mordred, get up! Move your lazy behind, we need you.” I blinked away the sleep and found myself staring into the tired face of my mother, lines of exhaustion clearly visible around her eyes. But what woke me up like an infusion of lightning was the scene behind her.
An island had appeared in front of us, it’s coastline blurry under the light of the moon. I could just barely make out the remains of a crashed air ship on its shore, several dots of light showed where survivors had lit a couple of fires. Above them, visible as patches of darkness that blocked out the stars, a group of three airships hovered in place, the meagre light reflected off the gleaming tips of their weapons which were all pointed downwards.
Cassandra PendragonIt was strange to not fly on my own, even more so as I didn’t see my body nor Erya’s, well at least not with my eyes. While we had been within the hoard clouds had been rolling in from the south and the night was dark enough to make me feel almost blind if it weren’t for my second vision. It allowed me to see Erya and the swaths of energy that swirled around her close by, her hand firmly wrapped around mine while she worked her magic on us, keeping us invisible and airborne. Once again she was channeling her magic through the focus Greta had made and we rushed through the night, not more than another blurry shadow in a sea of black.A stiff breeze tousled my hair and ruffled my tails, it carried the smell of rain and a faint scent of seaweeds with it, chasing away my fatigue. If I focused hard I could still hear the sounds of the animals on the green slopes behind us. We had left the crater not 5 minutes ago, after a last exchange with Pete and the others. Over a h
Cassandra Pendragon I hadn’t been paranoid. In hindsight it had been painfully obvious: Galathon could use portals in his humanoid form, probably better or at least as well as Mephisto. I had even seen it before. Absently I pulled my cloak closer around myself, not that it helped much, soaked as it was. It had started to rain half an hour ago and thick curtains of water had drenched us to the bone within seconds. A veritable tropical storm. I was huddle down between Viyara’s horns, her warm scales a welcomed contrast to the cold that was slowly creeping through me. Mephisto had retreated into his coin soon after our departure, his energy all but spent, and Erya and Pete were silently talking further down Viyara’s back. Barzuk was gone. Shuddering I relived the last hour once again… Erya and I returned to the lair quickly. In the throne room, Barzuk helped Viyara put on a complicated array of bags and ropes, a hastily improvised harness that’d allow her to carry a heavy load without i
Cassandra PendragonThe first warmth of a new day carried away our grief and worries and left behind a tranquil companion ship while we allowed the beautiful colours the fresh light cast on the seas below and the clouds above to sooth us. As an old poet I had been quite fond of in my previous life had written: the morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness from your heart. A bit cheesy but when I took in the red and yellow streaks across the horizon that painted the underside of the looming clouds purple with shades of white, black and grey I thought I understood what he had meant. A new day always brought hope to those that were ready to seize it. Carpe diem and some such. “How long do you think we’ll still be in the air until we reach the island?” I asked Viyara.“Not much longer, we should be able to see it pretty soon. We’ve been going for over 5 hours. Why don’t you try to contact Ahri again? Maybe she’s awake. I’ll talk to Erya, she’s been trying to reach me after Pete
Cassandra PendragonPete was…fun to talk to. Even though we quickly came to what he knew about the acolytes the round of introductions was still enough to get a sprinkling of his humour. He even took it in stride when Erya renamed him from “Lucky Pete” to “Smelly Pete” and doused him with a jet of conjured water even thigh the rain had washed away most of the filth. He had the necessary distance to what had happened, especially in regards to Viyara “putting away”, his words, not mine, most of the people he knew and the way he talked about his childhood as a street urchin wasn’t bitter, maybe even a little proud. I understood his “the devil may care” attitude and quite enjoyed his quips. “When the going gets tough the tough get going” was his explanation, for example, why he had, “poised and in complete control of his mental state”, stoically asked for help. He was also a treasure trove of information and gave us a brief overview of how the pirates were organised and what we should ex
Surprisingly he didn’t strike which put me into a dilemma. Now I actually had to think about if I wanted to attack him instead of just burning the shit out of him without a moment’s pause. I just wanted to get in unrecognised and, once I had the ring, I hoped I’d be able to smooth out any problems I created along the way. On second thought, that wasn’t much of a plan without even considering that I only had a vague idea about where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do afterwards. Alright, a talk it was. We could get back to bashing our heads in quickly enough, anyways.I spread out my wings and came to an abrupt halt, a couple of meters away from him. Chaleb was a big boy, his current incarnation came from one of the technologically advanced, humanoid races. They had meddle with his body in the stereotypical mad scientist with a gruesome laboratory fashion when he had first displayed a part of his heritage. As a knight he had easily pulled through and, as far as I knew, there was st
“I’d usually say someone is trying to frame me for cutting off a demon’s horn but since you’re not already jumping down my throat I assume I have a good alibi.” I leaned forward in my chair and carefully picked up the horn. It was surprisingly heavy and upon closer inspection I realised it wasn’t made of solid gold but had a dark, organic base with golden glyphs drawn over it until it appeared like a piece of metal. Residual energy still lingered within but it was dormant, cut off from its source. The silvery taint at the bottom was slowly spreading through the reservoir of magic in the horn and gradually turned it into something else.No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t clearly make out what was going on. From my point of view the horn was filled with golden energy that had some streaks of black and red running through. A single thread of silvery-blue light curled through the centre and minuscule changes appeared wherever they came into contact. The Gold, Black and Red didn’t trans
“So you’re basically saying I’m the prototype of what she’s turning into? May I remind you that some of the stories surrounding me aren’t lies? I don’t have any aspirations to gain political power and I did and still do work against every immortal that tries to form the multiverse as they see fit. On a related note: I can’t even remember the last time I felt truly hungry and what I sensed from Delilah was… starvation.”“Semantics, I already told you, I think your immunities saved you from the worst parts, you only experience the benefits… like access to a form of energy that bypasses all known defences. Come on, Cassandra, you can’t be that blind…” what had he just called me?“Cassandra! Cassandra, wake up!”Groggily I blinked the sleep from my eyes, still half engaged in my dream I needed a moment to understand why I was staring into a clear, blue sky, a beautiful face with ram like horns merely centimetres from my nose. When everything snapped into place I couldn’t suppress a curse.
Cassandra PendragonA few minutes later I was staring up at one of the flying stones, blood slowly dripping from the corpse behind me, filling the room with the heavy scent of death. Up until now it had been easy. I had chosen the ship to our left and Viyara had levitated me over, still hidden behind Erya’s magic. Once I had been beneath the hull, I had shrugged off the concealment and used my wings to crawl along the thick planks, their weathered surface harsh against my skin. Nobody had been able to see me from above and I had had to be only a little careful to stay out of sight of the neighbouring ships. Every few metres I had gingerly pushed a wing inside the ship and used my second vision until I had found the stone chamber. One lonely pirate had been on watch, struggling to stay awake in the pressing heat. I hadn’t hesitated. A shower of sparks later he had sunk to the ground silently, his heart and lungs pierced by torrents of light, which had brought me to where I was.The roo
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