The dawn had slowly began to creep across the sky, shades of brilliant gold, pink, and smallest tint of blue could be seen as it moved across, chasing the shadows of night. The young woman looked up across the horizon her eyes searching for something. She had no idea what that something might be. Some sign that it was all going to be alright, perhaps? Or perhaps because she was uncertain of the future she simply wanted to see the sun one more time just in case they didn't make it out. There were so few left within this world now. Ever thought it no longer mattered what species you were just a handful of those that seemed immune banning together to avoid the hive. It had spread so fast perhaps faster than she had imagined the first victims being found souls who seemed to lose they very spark that made them who and what they were nothing but shells. Sure, they talked, they walked, they even thought in a way but those thoughts were of the good of the group. So, pale like ghosts every thing fading to white. Hair of the palest blonde, colorless lips, skin as white as white could, the eyes were always the last to go the color bleeding away till nothing but blank staring white holes where once light and life once shone.
She hadn't been sure what to think at first an infection of some kind? It was so much worst that an infection for the body it was of the mind and the soul as well. Now, the only thing they could was flee and hope that the remaining population wasn't infected. The remains had come to the lost city where they had rebuilt so much of the city to keep themselves alive--hidden. It was here that the last stand would take place. Why did it always seem such places were always where such deeds were done. Another city raising up in front of her, the long white spirals of forgotten towers raising up out of the ground glistening by the light coming through the holes in the earth above. Raising to the top of the earth spreading down, down, down, to the beautiful fountains below. This place was not known to her mind yet it echoed there a thought perhaps that was not her own as she narrowed her eyes together. Ever glanced around unsure what to make of the image but it was gone.
She moved with the others, the concepts standing in a circle hoping to either increase the barriers enough to lock those that were unwelcome out and keep the last of the population from changing or maybe if need be focus the last remains of their power to send them to another world. She wasn't sure as she took the hand next to her just outside the city. The forest was alight with sparkling lights as she tapped into the green. The force that was the very foundation of magic within the realm, they had tried to do things like this that place, that other city. Keep them out? Flee? She wasn't sure the images kept moving into her head like the last of the magic was trying to tell her something. She frowned biting down on her hand taking the hand next to her. It was then that Aine decided to join the circle. The human version at any rate the goddess had long since left to the Void to try and use her mirror to keep the world alive for as long as she could. The human served as a medium to this world letting the goddess speak through her to cement her to the world a link between the two places.
She smiled softly as she closed her eyes to allow the spell to flow through her. She could see Areli watching in one of this many forms his eyes never leaving Aine. It was when the power started to flow through her that she felt it. The ripping sensation followed by the scream--the scream cutting through her as her green eyes flashed open suddenly and she noticed Aine slump forward the sword coming through her chest as the other one came through her as well. The swords of life and death h ad been missing for how long she couldn't remember. However, what did it mean to be stabbed with both of them? Life and death were the only ones that could wield them and they always were careful to not cross them. She made a face as the world around them became to crumble under her feet. The ground giving way as Aine seemed to fall to the ground. The light fading as fast as it had came the angry in the eyes of the darkness could be seen as the world tumbled into darkness, the rules of realty fading away as the mirror cracked, and all Void called became to call everything home. The darkness was the last thing she remembered as sent the last of her powers to send her away hoping to save some part as she latched on to the remains of the light and was lost within the flame screaming.
The scream carried through to the waking world as the young witch sat up in her bed. The confusion was written on her face as she looked around the hints of day coming through her window as she stood up and slammed the window shut. Was that a bad dream? Some other world that she remembered being ripped apart? Foreshadowing of events to come? She put the slippers on her feet as she moved down the stairs carefully, the servant bowing as she went to a door and peered inside the pale man, turning towards her that strange eerie grin forming on his face as he looked at her. "We have come." He said as she took a step back almost as if he was reading her mind.
"It might be time to have a talk with the others." She said as she folded her arms across her chest and turned towards her personal slave. "Send invites to the heads of the different clans, races, cities, anything really. The world is about to go to war."