Nova
The greatest gift
you can give someone
you can give someone
Skipping through her own mission, Nova finally started to notice the way the shadows seemed to flit around her vision. Vesper's magic was so familiar that she didn't think anything of the overly friendly tendrils of darkness, even letting out a small giggle as they stretched and reached for her legs while she danced around the burning patches of flowers. It wasn't until the grasp turned sharp and biting that she became annoyed. "Hey! That's mean!" But they didn't stop. With a small yelp at the pain, she stepped away, trying to pull the flames with her so they might force the shadows away, but it only seemed to deepen their hunger as they snagged at limbs and clothes.
Nova swatted at them, feeling the way each nip seemed to eat away at her magic. It was like ripping a part of her soul, her heart beginning to bleed as each sense and element was torn from it. She let out a scream of agony as her fire stuttered out, the magic no longer singing in her veins, refusing to answer her calls. "Get them OFF!!!" Her hands pulled and grabbed at the intangible substances that were trying to eat her alive.
And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, the ground seemed to open below her, the sound of wet gnashing teeth clear in her mind. The beast was waiting for her, salivating on the taste of her magic that the shadows had teased it with. It gnawed at any bravery she thought she might possess, and Nova panicked, unable to see past the illusions that had consumed her, unable to hear Maea's compassionate concern, unable to do anything more than scream and thrash about. She couldn't fight the force swallowing her whole, or the air that wouldn't fill her lungs, or her own very vivid imagination that threatened to drive her mad.
Nova... panics.
Nova swatted at them, feeling the way each nip seemed to eat away at her magic. It was like ripping a part of her soul, her heart beginning to bleed as each sense and element was torn from it. She let out a scream of agony as her fire stuttered out, the magic no longer singing in her veins, refusing to answer her calls. "Get them OFF!!!" Her hands pulled and grabbed at the intangible substances that were trying to eat her alive.
And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, the ground seemed to open below her, the sound of wet gnashing teeth clear in her mind. The beast was waiting for her, salivating on the taste of her magic that the shadows had teased it with. It gnawed at any bravery she thought she might possess, and Nova panicked, unable to see past the illusions that had consumed her, unable to hear Maea's compassionate concern, unable to do anything more than scream and thrash about. She couldn't fight the force swallowing her whole, or the air that wouldn't fill her lungs, or her own very vivid imagination that threatened to drive her mad.
Nova... panics.
is the space to be his or her
authentic self.
authentic self.
