One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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In times of pain, a soul can die.
And take from the world wings that should fly.
Yet even where darkness has left its mark.
All it takes to set a blaze is the smallest of spark.
Redeemer's Prayer Verse 3
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She didn't know how long she'd been out. Seconds? Minutes? Hours?
Eyes having found the strenght to crack open ever so slightly, Cassandra found herself battling against senses that felt twisted and confused. The atmosphere engulfing her was darker; heavy and oppressive, as though it sought to crush her. Her ears were filled with a sound as though wind rushed by, although the air was still. Everything around her seemed near while at the same time, distance and almost otherworldly.
Her sister, still unconscious, laid unmoving. The elf struggled to rise, but stumbled. And the Pelsan man she had skewered in the shoulder attempted to claw his way across the floor, loyalty and scincere concern evident in every struggling pull of his body with his remaining good arm as he sought to reach Sheala's side.
All emanated a luminous and foggy auras of dull white that danced in an invisible and dark ether. Meanwhile, the light from the body of the fallen otaur had faded to non-existence; snuffed out like an unwanted candle.
The dancing blue lights she had seen were gone, and the fires from the urns previously illuminating the chamber under the mountain were now void. Instead, the otaur statues ringing the cavernous opening now possessed the orangish and fiery hue about them instead.
While taking stock of her surroundings and how they had shifted, Cass noticed two distinct figures who had not been in the chamber moments earlier. Or, if they had been, they were invisible to her eyes before now.
Where her sister's sword laid stood two luminous forms brighter than all the others. Breath catching in her throat, Cassandra's mind latched on to them and wouldn't let go of what she disbelievingly saw. She remembered them. As though they were from her childhood dreams. Dreams she'd long ago ceased to dream. Because of the pain and the sleepless nights those dreams would cause.
