The Plane of Horizon.
Kaius was staring upwards, his head angled to the position of the sun. Had it been there. Instead, Horizon's horizon was filled with an inky black spherical vortex, slowly spiraling open in a drawn out vicious yawn of annihilation. In that panoramic view one could make out the death?s of planets and of stars. And everything else.
Annihilation walked the planes, and it was a Dragon. A Child of Azura Dy'Logos. But these were merely ideas that tickled the back of Kaius's mind, reminiscent of the memory of a misunderstood fairy tale. Once, upon a time. And all that.
The Myriae were continuously pulsing in this place, pouring streamers of ruby, liquid light into the sky, towards the eye of the disturbance, so far away now that it's true distance could not be measured. Not that it could be if it were nearer, at least not by the conventional measuring methods of men. Yet from his brow and bracelets, the streamers of power connected them, in the far off distance of nowhere. And he was alone.
To mused to himself, as he glanced down at his bracelets, noting the tendrils of red light stretching from his wrists into the distance. "And if I hadn't split the other....what effect then?" His face turning once again heavenward, eyes on the dark singularity, and squinting before heaving a slow sigh. "I tire of this dream..."
As if on cue, either just appearing or just appearing to him, a campfire crackled behind him and his eyes briefly widened though he didn't turn. It couldn't be.
" 'ware young'un." Urdru.
"Will I wake up sooner if I pay attention to you, or ignore you?" Studying the singularity once more, listening to the annoying sound of the old man sucking his teeth. Gods, even in memory and dream, the man's habits were grotesque.
The gravelly sound of stone on stone filling a brief undercurrent in the sound scape of the otherwise silent void. And a sharp pain lanced the back of his head, and in reaching up to massage the tender area as he turned on Dru, his sleeve slipped down his forearm, revealing the burn marks. The result of splitting the Myriad. The results of the gifts he gave to Caelyn and Wanda. Had he known the eventual outcome of trying, he still would have. Merely found a safer method.
But remember the pain in the back of his head, and his eyes falling on the old man who sat cross legged before the fire with an all too knowledgeable grin on his face. "...an 'ut makes ye thin ye're dream, eh' Eh then?"
What an aggravating grin.
Kaius was staring upwards, his head angled to the position of the sun. Had it been there. Instead, Horizon's horizon was filled with an inky black spherical vortex, slowly spiraling open in a drawn out vicious yawn of annihilation. In that panoramic view one could make out the death?s of planets and of stars. And everything else.
Annihilation walked the planes, and it was a Dragon. A Child of Azura Dy'Logos. But these were merely ideas that tickled the back of Kaius's mind, reminiscent of the memory of a misunderstood fairy tale. Once, upon a time. And all that.
The Myriae were continuously pulsing in this place, pouring streamers of ruby, liquid light into the sky, towards the eye of the disturbance, so far away now that it's true distance could not be measured. Not that it could be if it were nearer, at least not by the conventional measuring methods of men. Yet from his brow and bracelets, the streamers of power connected them, in the far off distance of nowhere. And he was alone.
To mused to himself, as he glanced down at his bracelets, noting the tendrils of red light stretching from his wrists into the distance. "And if I hadn't split the other....what effect then?" His face turning once again heavenward, eyes on the dark singularity, and squinting before heaving a slow sigh. "I tire of this dream..."
As if on cue, either just appearing or just appearing to him, a campfire crackled behind him and his eyes briefly widened though he didn't turn. It couldn't be.
" 'ware young'un." Urdru.
"Will I wake up sooner if I pay attention to you, or ignore you?" Studying the singularity once more, listening to the annoying sound of the old man sucking his teeth. Gods, even in memory and dream, the man's habits were grotesque.
The gravelly sound of stone on stone filling a brief undercurrent in the sound scape of the otherwise silent void. And a sharp pain lanced the back of his head, and in reaching up to massage the tender area as he turned on Dru, his sleeve slipped down his forearm, revealing the burn marks. The result of splitting the Myriad. The results of the gifts he gave to Caelyn and Wanda. Had he known the eventual outcome of trying, he still would have. Merely found a safer method.
But remember the pain in the back of his head, and his eyes falling on the old man who sat cross legged before the fire with an all too knowledgeable grin on his face. "...an 'ut makes ye thin ye're dream, eh' Eh then?"
What an aggravating grin.