The dreams left her near screaming in the middle of the night as she blinked those owl bright eyes as she straightened against the tree where she held vigil and watch, those sharp gold eyes cutting over the field to see if anyone had noted the slumber that had consumed her that moment or the wet brightness of burnt-gold eyes.

Palm swiped away the threaten of tears as features sharpened to a near bird of prey intensity, those gold eyes burning with a fury and that sense of loss that she never was able to control. Weaver had always felt in control and this left her feeling nothing more then unstable and reckless, near driven to madness by that which she could not control or repair.

The nightmares were becoming worse to the point she rarely slept. Fingers curled around the spear in the possession of her hand as she stepped away from the tree and welcomed the cold rain that hit upon her cheeks and soaked the black-gold of her hair.

Weaver was starting to wonder over the very strength of her sanity as she could have sworn? she could have sworn?

That she heard him.

Calling out to her and calling her to him. It had always been a game between them, a challenge of victory for one over the other. Besting the other in arms, wits, and tactic but in the matters of the heart each of them had always ended up even. Always even.

The wind howled around her but still she strained to hear, head tilted as those overly sharp senses took over in attempt to hear him again. Those keen eyes narrowing before changing into the ?bird?s eye? view of things as pupils swelled in her hunt through the storm.

?Did I hear you??

Her voice was rough and worn, tempered as steel would be when meeting the flame. She was always the level headed one, the calm within the storm and he always the one lost within the more heated of emotions, but now things were different. So much different it all had become for Weaver as the heat of her own emotions seemed to leave her burning.

In those howling winds and the sensation of rain that could cut her flesh as tiny knives that spear was raised in the air as the cry from her would seem a war cry. Only Weaver knew that it was a cry of lamentation and pure anguish that she shrieked out to the storm. If only he would hear, if only he would know.

?Weaver??

She turned around swift that spear head lashing out in that unchecked fury before she had a moment to reaction. Actions anymore took over before reaction from Weaver, she was becoming hot-headed rather then level headed. The vision before her had her crying out again in torment as the pale haired girl before her wrapped her tiny hands around the spear head and withdrew it from her chest. Those crystal bright eyes wide with shock as she dropped down to her knees.

?Astraea!?

?I?I?m sorry. I wanted to make sure you were alright. You were so sad.?

?Damn it Astraea! Where is it??

?Weaver??

?Your staff where is it?!??

The Glass Star had found herself in silence as she went unconscious. A faint shriek of fury exploded from her as she searched that dainty figure for the timepiece. Finding the timepiece she wrapped Astraea?s hands around it until that tiny spark of energy flared around her figure and brought the staff of Time to free itself from the timepiece.

Time stopped around them all save for Astraea and Weaver. Weaver surely had no ability to make time reverse as Astraea could but bringing forth the Staff of Time in the girl?s hands would help her do one more thing.

?Forgive me.?

Weaver worked fast as she withdrew the knife from her boot and slashed a swift red line across Astraea?s shoulder blades. She waited for only a moment that seemed like hours before moving swiftly away from the tiny form as those pure white wings up and out from the girl?s form.

Even now in the storm the vision took her breath away of seeing Astraea?s wings. Those wings were one of the secrets that Astraea possessed with almost shame even though those pale wings could take the breath away.

Wings so pale they almost were iridescent shining with a glistening radiance that seemed to capture and ensnare the light around her even as pale strands took on a shock white hue to mimic the lightning dancing through the stormy night sky.

?Wake up Astraea!?

She waited, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks to melt into the rain as she leaned in defeat against the spear that had brought this to be.

Weaver couldn?t take this. She near contemplated ending it all if even Astraea couldn?t come back from this.

?I? I see him.?

A whisper brought her eyes snapping open, burnt-gold depths drawing down to the smaller girl as she sat up seeming as perfect and unflawed as she had before save for the state of her clothing and the blood that marred it.

Those pale shining wings had arched in the air as she found her feet again and smiled that radiant smile up to Weaver as she reached up to brush away the warrior?s tears.

?He?s looking for you, you know. He?s waiting still. You should go.?

?How do you know??

?That?s why you were here right? In the storm, so lost? You heard him in the wind. He calls for you even now. It?s time you answered him. It?s time you go home.?

Home is what you made of it but the one that felt like a part of her very soul had always been the only thing that seemed as home to her.

?You will be fine?? The anxious swift nod of Astraea matched with that radiant grin and the pure joy in her eyes as her wings tucked against her back were enough of an answer.

Weaver could only travel in the direction she thought was where his voice had called her from.

?I?m coming, just? wait for me.?

The blade had been sharpened, honed as she remained vigilant. The silence of her observation seemed near infinite as she thought back to only a small handful of hours ago.

The comfort of weapons was a strange one to have but in these times Weaver took solace in them. The spear was resting at her side, already the blood of the Hourglass Girl had been cleaned from it. A mistake that was not to be forgiven in Weaver's own soul. She would certainly have to make it up to Astraea.

For as long as she could remember in this life she had been the Guardian and watcher over the Hourglass Girl. She had witnessed the brutal assault of what had brought Astraea to this life and had been with the girl ever since.

It was what brought them all close and connected, those near death experiences. What had brought them to become known as the Godspeed Girls. Those that would watch on with the end of days until the world knew itself again and found a new channel.

Astraea of any knew this best of how time was not a straight line but instead something of an ellipse.

This was the life she had known, in all of her lives this was what she had found to be known best in her life as repetition. That and him.

It was only in this life that she had known the parting from the one ever bound to her, the one that had meant so much and meant everything even as they could continue to exist and coexist as separate individuals.

Now was the time to keep her word. He had been set free and now the calling she heard in her nights and dreams swore to her of his promise of return. That he was ready to come back.

In the solace of weapons and the return of heart sworn bonds she waited. The mountains never seemed as lovely to her as they did now. Her patience was well known, and this life was just another. She could wait as long as needed for him, till he returned.