Awakening

You stare at the broken mirror Shattered reflections of the past I think we may be standing in the same Shadows that have been cast The Launceleyn's had remained sedentary far to long. It was time to rise and take what was theirs. The barrier had fallen, in no small part to Zariah's sacrifices, the lightning strike scar that wrapped around her shoulder was visible proof of it. She had done enough watching though to see the powers that were at play here and frankly...she was unimpressed. Gods, thwarted by a mage who simply grew too powerful for them to stop? Gods, so easily blindsided by one of their own creations? What made them Gods if they could not even kill a pesky thorn in their side? And that pesky thorn...just a mage who had reached the epitome of their power and used it to transcend mortality...then managed to trip over their own feet and be trapped in an oversized knitting needle. What mistake had they made - pride? Greed? Idiocy? Perhaps all of it. This was a giant, roiling pot of hot mess fueled by oversight and egos...and it was just the sort of thing she could take advantage of. So she called a family meeting. Well. She called a meeting with Edrei. She was the only other adult left at the moment, the whereabouts of Neron still being unclear given they had long since stopped looking for Loren. He was either dead or uninterested in being found. But despite all of Edrei's flaws, all her immaturity, her impulsiveness, Zariah knew she could count on her to carry out family business with pride and precision. So she waited for her, sitting in her favorite chair, the room only dimly lit with candles. This was the start of their ascension, her way. Their awakening. ZARIAH