Weaver stood tall as she peered out at the world ruled by the Underworld King. If any Weaver had been the only one of the Godspeed girls that knew and could claim the realm of the Parted Veil as her home. She had been born and raised in the Parted Veil much as her sworn had been.
Weaver would be different. She was not like the Blue Death, and far from the Hourglass Girl that stood beside her now.
?Are you ready for this now, sister sworn??
The gold of her eyes drifted down toward the smaller woman as her fingers tightened on her spear as she considered the woman beside her. There were subtle changes in Astraea unseen by eyes that would not search, but Weaver?s wisdom had always left her intone with a crafted sharpness of the alteration of the nature of all.
?I am.?
?You need to be. The son of the Under King is not one easily claimed. I have heard that the Lord of War was sent to watch over this Prince of Below.?
?The Lord of War?was he not your?um.?
?Yes. The answer you seek is yes.?
?But wasn?t there whispers he was meant to guard the Prince of Below.?
?So he is, but he is not here now is he? and this discord is disturbing the work of the Blue Death.?
Weaver?s eyes narrowed sharply, the frown savage and severe as she faced the wicked chill of the waste lands. The spear held fast in grip.
?They come. Be ready.?
It was the only warning Weaver could offer Astraea before destruction broke loose. The ruling of the Waste lands known as in the distance the discord of the Prince of Below was taking claim.
Weaver screamed out a war cry as the spear was thrown, in peripherals she would find the collapse of the Hourglass Girl. Blood a bright blooming rose against the white of Astraea?s dress as the wraiths of the waste land descended upon her.
Time seemed strange and corrupt as Weaver tore through the wraiths, but even as she fought back a handful more came forth. It was a trap. The whole thing had been a trap.
Deep in the cinder dark of the Waste Lands Weaver saw the Prince of Below and knew his laughter as chaos. Weaver?s teeth were bared into a savage snarl as she sneered at the one that had taken his wraiths to attack the Hourglass Girl.
?You??
The spear was claimed once more in possession of her grip as she watched the Prince of Below? the one to blame for taking the Lord of War from her, and now the one that was taking the Hourglass girl as his own.
It was only in that proximity of closeness to the bloody and crumpled frame of the Hourglass girl did she see the shattered pieces of the timepiece lying at her feet trailed through with tourmaline and azare... spread all around Astraea as if she herself had been broken.
Such could only mean one thing? time would change.
Weaver would be different. She was not like the Blue Death, and far from the Hourglass Girl that stood beside her now.
?Are you ready for this now, sister sworn??
The gold of her eyes drifted down toward the smaller woman as her fingers tightened on her spear as she considered the woman beside her. There were subtle changes in Astraea unseen by eyes that would not search, but Weaver?s wisdom had always left her intone with a crafted sharpness of the alteration of the nature of all.
?I am.?
?You need to be. The son of the Under King is not one easily claimed. I have heard that the Lord of War was sent to watch over this Prince of Below.?
?The Lord of War?was he not your?um.?
?Yes. The answer you seek is yes.?
?But wasn?t there whispers he was meant to guard the Prince of Below.?
?So he is, but he is not here now is he? and this discord is disturbing the work of the Blue Death.?
Weaver?s eyes narrowed sharply, the frown savage and severe as she faced the wicked chill of the waste lands. The spear held fast in grip.
?They come. Be ready.?
It was the only warning Weaver could offer Astraea before destruction broke loose. The ruling of the Waste lands known as in the distance the discord of the Prince of Below was taking claim.
Weaver screamed out a war cry as the spear was thrown, in peripherals she would find the collapse of the Hourglass Girl. Blood a bright blooming rose against the white of Astraea?s dress as the wraiths of the waste land descended upon her.
Time seemed strange and corrupt as Weaver tore through the wraiths, but even as she fought back a handful more came forth. It was a trap. The whole thing had been a trap.
Deep in the cinder dark of the Waste Lands Weaver saw the Prince of Below and knew his laughter as chaos. Weaver?s teeth were bared into a savage snarl as she sneered at the one that had taken his wraiths to attack the Hourglass Girl.
?You??
The spear was claimed once more in possession of her grip as she watched the Prince of Below? the one to blame for taking the Lord of War from her, and now the one that was taking the Hourglass girl as his own.
It was only in that proximity of closeness to the bloody and crumpled frame of the Hourglass girl did she see the shattered pieces of the timepiece lying at her feet trailed through with tourmaline and azare... spread all around Astraea as if she herself had been broken.
Such could only mean one thing? time would change.