MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
She couldn't hear him. Couldn't see him behind the barrier of ice. Didn't know that she had cut him, made him bleed. All she knew was the roar of unleashing magic in her veins, and the swell of it as it surged forth between her helpless hands. Much like a tidalwave it erupted, over and over again, bursting all banks; it burned through her reserves of power and stamina, ate into the dimensions of magic and aptitude and whatever other equations that determined what was possible or not.
With an eerie, singing reverberation the ice was a living thing around her, hissing and steaming, beginning to melt with unnatural speed only to thicken up again as the cold returned. Each spear cracked, broke off and regrew again even thicker, reforging in great bursts that spread ever outward and repelled the Attuned claws trying to reach the little witchling within. The pulse of the ice was tuned to her racing heart, and Maea had collapsed onto her knees, overwhelmed. Panicked, overextending in her inability to restrain this awful new aspect of a power she had almost come to love - because of storm-gray eyes and river playfights and a promise not to let her drown - she just shuddered and gasped, arms wrapped tight about herself.
It seemed like an age had passed by the time the heaving waves of the magic finally subsided, but could not have been more than a few horrible minutes. The magic-forged element did not disappear immediately but at least stopped growing; it had turned the VlamVloed into a jagged landscape of ocean ice, of waves frozen in mid motion that covered every chair, table and structure in her vicinity. Spent, utterly drained, Maea felt something hot and sticky trickle down from her nose, and collapsed onto the floor with a soft thud.
With an eerie, singing reverberation the ice was a living thing around her, hissing and steaming, beginning to melt with unnatural speed only to thicken up again as the cold returned. Each spear cracked, broke off and regrew again even thicker, reforging in great bursts that spread ever outward and repelled the Attuned claws trying to reach the little witchling within. The pulse of the ice was tuned to her racing heart, and Maea had collapsed onto her knees, overwhelmed. Panicked, overextending in her inability to restrain this awful new aspect of a power she had almost come to love - because of storm-gray eyes and river playfights and a promise not to let her drown - she just shuddered and gasped, arms wrapped tight about herself.
It seemed like an age had passed by the time the heaving waves of the magic finally subsided, but could not have been more than a few horrible minutes. The magic-forged element did not disappear immediately but at least stopped growing; it had turned the VlamVloed into a jagged landscape of ocean ice, of waves frozen in mid motion that covered every chair, table and structure in her vicinity. Spent, utterly drained, Maea felt something hot and sticky trickle down from her nose, and collapsed onto the floor with a soft thud.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
