They had all four of them been out for a week now, and even Siya was beginning to worry.
It was, unlike the rest of her worries, hovering more and more at the forefront of her mind. Strange to be nervous again after the skies had lightened, but then it felt wrong to be so happy when four of her closest friends hadn't even been able to celebrate yet.
The first thing they had done had been to find Mori and Rora. Everyone on the planet had heart, felt, seen the lightning Mori released across the sky, and even before the heavens began to clear, they knew the war had been won. If there had been lingering shadows, none of them, not even Siya, had noticed right away. The plan had been to wait for the 'signal' from Kaloranis, then find the spirit and the Maiden, and that was precisely what Siya and Yenna had done.
The protection over the twins this time around was two fold. Siya had not been surprised to see the shield of white light over Rora's belly, despite the Empath's shivering. But there had been something else there, something she could feel, though not explain, something, apparently beyond the scope of even Yenna's reasoning. Still. This much was familiar. Rora and Mori were wrapped up and tucked away as the rest of the nation went about post-war repairs.
For Siya, Tac, and Yenna, those 'repairs' had been finding Rask and Lyra first. The two had been separated somehow, though none of the Aavan or Cerebrae who'd brought them in had been able to explain it. Rask had been brought first, weak with cold and shuddering violently. The Healers seemed at a loss as to what was wrong with him, and the only people who might have explained were unconscious.
Lyra was second, shivering somewhat, but more badly burned. Still, her condition was easier to explain. A blue Aavan named Mychos had brought her in, saying she'd been sent after Asesee at the behest of Rask, and had apparently sacrificed herself, however unsuccessfully, to buy the female Aavan a chance to escape. Even Siya had felt somewhat sickened at the sight of charred flesh that crawled from Lyra's right hip up her ribs and down her arm to her finger tips, but the Keeper was still breathing, so it was decent enough.
There were more and many wounded to be brought in, and for a time, it seemed none of them would recover, as many of the wounded and lost were and had been Healers. But unlike last time, the sadness and exhaustion that followed the battle was highlighted with a pervasive sense of joy and oneness.
The war had been won. The Ashkerai had been destroyed. The planet was theirs to share.
And share they did. Moreso now then ever before, the Aavan and Cerebrae worked together. Refugees were cared for until they were well enough to travel again -- though few did. By now, everyone knew of the children that were coming, the children of Kaloranis and the Maiden, the two that had saved the planet. The plains were slowly built into an extension of the Matriarch's city, which was now being called the Capitol City. Word traveled in from more distant villages, where Aavan too young, too old, or too sick to fly had gone to the ground. New people came to the city every day to give the Destined Children, as they were being called, their blessings.
The city had been destroyed in the war, but was being rebuilt with regular accommodations for Aavan who wanted to stay. It held dark memories of a century of slavery, yes. But now it also held the promise of peace and success. The war had been won, and a new age was starting.
--
Rora was the first to wake of her friends, and the prickle of fear was soon quashed by the pleasant discomfort of the pregnancy and the immediate recollection of the war. She could feel Mori's weight beside her, and she could feel her children within her, and while she was not so foolish as to believe all danger had passed -- some Ashkerai had survived, she knew, and it was no small thing to explain to a people who thought themselves rid of the darkness -- but for just a moment, she was content to lie with her family. Her hands found her belly, and she turned without opening her eyes, to kiss Mori.
She did not encourage him to wake, though neither did she keep him from doing so. Instead, the violet -- her own violet, untouched by that deep, rich purple she had not yet forgotten -- wrapped around the familiar blue with a feeling like their chapter was coming to a close. They still had children to bear, to raise. But they had served their purposes, their destinies. They had become and had been Kaloranis and the Maiden. They had saved their planet.
All that remained now was peace...and parenthood.
Rora smiled and opened her eyes and kissed Mori again, certain she had never in her life been so happy.
"I love you, I love you, I love you. You are mine, io'mora, and I love you."
It was, unlike the rest of her worries, hovering more and more at the forefront of her mind. Strange to be nervous again after the skies had lightened, but then it felt wrong to be so happy when four of her closest friends hadn't even been able to celebrate yet.
The first thing they had done had been to find Mori and Rora. Everyone on the planet had heart, felt, seen the lightning Mori released across the sky, and even before the heavens began to clear, they knew the war had been won. If there had been lingering shadows, none of them, not even Siya, had noticed right away. The plan had been to wait for the 'signal' from Kaloranis, then find the spirit and the Maiden, and that was precisely what Siya and Yenna had done.
The protection over the twins this time around was two fold. Siya had not been surprised to see the shield of white light over Rora's belly, despite the Empath's shivering. But there had been something else there, something she could feel, though not explain, something, apparently beyond the scope of even Yenna's reasoning. Still. This much was familiar. Rora and Mori were wrapped up and tucked away as the rest of the nation went about post-war repairs.
For Siya, Tac, and Yenna, those 'repairs' had been finding Rask and Lyra first. The two had been separated somehow, though none of the Aavan or Cerebrae who'd brought them in had been able to explain it. Rask had been brought first, weak with cold and shuddering violently. The Healers seemed at a loss as to what was wrong with him, and the only people who might have explained were unconscious.
Lyra was second, shivering somewhat, but more badly burned. Still, her condition was easier to explain. A blue Aavan named Mychos had brought her in, saying she'd been sent after Asesee at the behest of Rask, and had apparently sacrificed herself, however unsuccessfully, to buy the female Aavan a chance to escape. Even Siya had felt somewhat sickened at the sight of charred flesh that crawled from Lyra's right hip up her ribs and down her arm to her finger tips, but the Keeper was still breathing, so it was decent enough.
There were more and many wounded to be brought in, and for a time, it seemed none of them would recover, as many of the wounded and lost were and had been Healers. But unlike last time, the sadness and exhaustion that followed the battle was highlighted with a pervasive sense of joy and oneness.
The war had been won. The Ashkerai had been destroyed. The planet was theirs to share.
And share they did. Moreso now then ever before, the Aavan and Cerebrae worked together. Refugees were cared for until they were well enough to travel again -- though few did. By now, everyone knew of the children that were coming, the children of Kaloranis and the Maiden, the two that had saved the planet. The plains were slowly built into an extension of the Matriarch's city, which was now being called the Capitol City. Word traveled in from more distant villages, where Aavan too young, too old, or too sick to fly had gone to the ground. New people came to the city every day to give the Destined Children, as they were being called, their blessings.
The city had been destroyed in the war, but was being rebuilt with regular accommodations for Aavan who wanted to stay. It held dark memories of a century of slavery, yes. But now it also held the promise of peace and success. The war had been won, and a new age was starting.
--
Rora was the first to wake of her friends, and the prickle of fear was soon quashed by the pleasant discomfort of the pregnancy and the immediate recollection of the war. She could feel Mori's weight beside her, and she could feel her children within her, and while she was not so foolish as to believe all danger had passed -- some Ashkerai had survived, she knew, and it was no small thing to explain to a people who thought themselves rid of the darkness -- but for just a moment, she was content to lie with her family. Her hands found her belly, and she turned without opening her eyes, to kiss Mori.
She did not encourage him to wake, though neither did she keep him from doing so. Instead, the violet -- her own violet, untouched by that deep, rich purple she had not yet forgotten -- wrapped around the familiar blue with a feeling like their chapter was coming to a close. They still had children to bear, to raise. But they had served their purposes, their destinies. They had become and had been Kaloranis and the Maiden. They had saved their planet.
All that remained now was peace...and parenthood.
Rora smiled and opened her eyes and kissed Mori again, certain she had never in her life been so happy.
"I love you, I love you, I love you. You are mine, io'mora, and I love you."
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