15 years ago...
The sky was a canvas of twilight, smeared with the deep purples and reds of a dying day as Cyn stood alone at the edge of the ancient grove. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and pine, the forest holding its breath in uneasy silence. It was here, amidst the whispers of the old world and the quiet rustling of leaves, that she sensed the approach of another—a presence that seemed to disturb the very essence of the air around her.
"Cyn!" The voice cut through the stillness like a blade, sharp and intent on drawing blood. It belonged to Shiva, her figure emerging from the shadows with eyes that glowed with a fierce, unspoken challenge.
Cyn's heart skipped a beat, not from fear, but from confusion. "Shiva, why do you come at me like a storm seeking to uproot the very earth?" she asked, her own voice steady, betraying none of the tumultuous emotions that churned within her.
"You wouldn't understand," Shiva spat, closing the distance between them with determined strides. Her stance was combative, a predator poised to strike. "You, with your purity of heart and your untainted Essentia."
Cyn's brow furrowed in concern, her gaze never leaving Shiva's. "We are the only ones, Shiva. The only ones who can bend our Essentia, our very souls, to our will, shape it into something visible, something powerful. Why turn that gift into a weapon against me?"
Shiva's laugh was a bitter sound, filled with a darkness that made the nearby trees shudder. "Too good, too blind," she sneered. "You see the world through a prism of your own righteousness. But there are depths to our power you've never dared to explore, horizons you've been too afraid to conquer."
Cyn remained unmoved, her essence calm and undisturbed. "Whatever you've discovered, it need not set us at odds. Share this knowledge with me; perhaps together, we can—"
"Share?" Shiva's voice rose in a crescendo of mockery. "You think I've come to share? No, Cyn. I've come to show you the extent of your naivety."
Then, without another word, Shiva's Essentia erupted from within her, a spectacle of light and shadow that danced around her like living flames. But there was something amiss, something that caused Cyn's eyes to widen in shock. This was no ordinary display of Essentia—it was different, darker, and infinitely more menacing.
"Manifest Arcane," Shiva whispered, her voice carrying an ominous weight that seemed to distort the very air around them.
The power that spiraled outward from Shiva was unlike anything Cyn had ever witnessed, a swirling vortex of energy that defied the natural laws of their Essentia. It was a revelation, a terrifying glimpse into a forbidden realm of power that should not have been possible.
Cyn reached out, not in defense, but in a desperate attempt to connect, to understand. But it was too late. The arcane storm enveloped her, and she felt the very fabric of her being unravel under its unholy assault.
As darkness claimed her, Cyn's last thought was not of fear, but of a secret left untold, a mystery enshrouded in the depths of an ancient power now awakened. Her final breath was a silent plea to the world she was leaving behind—to beware the boundless ambition of a soul untethered.
Shiva stood alone once more, her breathing heavy, her eyes reflecting the remnants of the arcane tempest she had summoned. "Forgive me, Cyn," she murmured to the night, "but the path I walk is one of shadows and secrets. And you... you were too bright for such a world."
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