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Layne
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Everything had changed. Everything was the same.
Waking up alone in a huge stone cavern is not something that anybody should have to experience. The act of brushing frost from your clothes and not knowing where you are, or how you got there, or if you're even alive.. All things that she had gone through before but hadn't expected to do again. The sting of cold air bit into her skin as she moved, exposing parts of her body that had been concealed by her position. Dense white clouds formed at her lips with every breath, taking only moments to spread and vanish before they were replaced by yet another. Her skin was barely warmer than ice, but that didn't bother her. The cold had never been a problem for her before. A thick wall of ice off to the side gave her light from an unknown source on the other side, the shadows along the stone walls seeming too dark not to be hiding a deep secret. Her dress was so frozen that it crackled and clung stiffly to her form as she stood, forcing her to smooth it out. Despite the efforts, it hung oddly along the bottom and cracked up the side when she pressed too hard. The slit created almost looked as though it should be there, exposing one of her pale legs up to the thigh to the frigid air.
Everything had changed.
Turning her head a fraction to the left, she found herself gazing at a frozen waterfall that had, at one time, been cascading down the rock wall. It wasn't very wide, but the shimmering crystal was polished enough to act as a mirror. Moving one step closer, her eyes traced over the figure that she had become. The first thing that she noticed were her eyes, which had become such a pale shade of blue that they were piercing. Her skin, white as snow, was barely lighter than the curls that framed her slender face. Tumbling down to her knees, the white locks were mixed with seemingly random streaks of pale blue and silver, much curlier than was normally natural for her. Finally she examined the frozen dress that clung to her body like an ice glove. It tied around her neck, exposing a good portion of her skin with the sweetheart neckline and lack of sleeves. The brilliant sapphire silk lost its lustre under the layer of sparkling frost, but she could see that it went a little past the floor to give her a train. There were no embellishments, her eye drawn to her own leg in the slit she had accidentally created. She wore no shoes, the rough dips and spikes of the rock beneath her creating tingling sensations against her feet as she moved.
She turned away from the makeshift mirror as a rumbling echo filled the cavern, the shadows below her seeming to move. For reasons unknown she felt no fear, only a calm acceptance as though she knew exactly what it was. The form that rose before her could have made her scream in different times, but now she merely looked on with curiosity. Glowing yellow eyes fixed on her, accentuated by the curved silver horns and sharpened teeth that shone like razors. The clawed feet that rose to rest on either side of her as the creature stood were armored in plate-like skin in various shades of blue, and a rustling behind her told her where the tip of the whiplike tail lay. She looked up, taking in everything from the muscled body, to the powerful legs, to the thin wings that seemed to sprout from the hips. Sarkan. The mere thought of his name was enough for the dragon to peer down at her, the gentle growl of recognition causing some pebbles at her feet to quiver. She nodded just once, a faint smile touching her pale lips as the sounds of rocks grating together filled the air. It was a deep, screeching sound worse than nails on a chalkboard, and she knew that this was the end. It was time.
Everything was the same.
Sarkan had turned to face the wall behind him, allowing her a perfect view of what was going on. The shapes of men and women with flowing hair and wicked claws began pulling free of the rock wall, releasing wails that gave her an instant migraine. They pushed forward, seeming to walk on air although they never completely disconnected from the wall behind. A deafening roar told her that Sarkan wasn't pleased, and his tail slammed against the wall hard. Three of the figures were shattered to a pile of crumbles and dust, but four more replaced them in an instant. She knew that she had to intervene, to at least try and defeat the bizarre enemy. She lifted her hands and pieces of ice rose from the frozen stream, mixing and blending until she had a twirling ball hovering between her palms. It hardened and smoothed until she was controlling a heavy ball of crystal the size of a softball. She lifted one hand to a position a few inches from her chin with her slender fingers pointed toward the wall, as if she was blowing a kiss. The ball hovered there, and she blew toward it softly. It shattered into one thousand slivers, each flying off with the speed and accuracy of a perfect dart. As each sliver collided with the deadly statues, they began to spread, covering every inch of the figure like a hungry layer of oil. Had the figures been truly human, the ice would have crawled into every hole it could find, effectively freezing them completely through.
The figures began to crumble and collapse, only to be replaced with more. Water was useless here and ice easily overcome, there was nothing more that she could do. Fighting against figures of rock when trapped in a cavern was a futile struggle, and she did not raise her hand again in protest. The creatures advanced, but she was not the only one under attack. Sarkan had not given in, and refused to accept that this was the final moment of his existence. He reared back before lunging forward, and she could barely follow what happened next. The smashing figures slammed back into the wall, followed immediately by the full weight of Sarkan's massive body. What began as a small crack quickly expanded, creating a spiderweb that spread across the entire surface. The shrieks of the figures escalated so much that she fell to her knees, a hand on either side of her head as she fought the urge to collapse. As the wall caved in, several things happened at once. A blinding light filled the cavern, causing all of the remaining statues to fade to piles of dust. Sarkan vanished into the light with a roar, the sound fading in seconds. She collapsed in an unconscious heap on the platform, sprawled out uncontrollably as a wave of warmth washed over her body as gentle as a mother's touch.
'Foolish child shall fall thrice, Marked with each return..'
Myka stirred, slowly opening her eyes. Blackness spread before her, lit by a crescent moon and millions of stars sparkling across the sky. Something soft lay under her head, warmth radiating from it. She sat up a little and looked back, meeting the bright yellow gaze of Nyami*. The black panther stood and stretched out, nuzzling her cheek for a moment before vanishing from sight. She stood and looked around carefully, realizing that she was standing in the snow, not even a hundred steps away from the Sanctuary church. All was silent, the houses all dark as the women slept the night away. A single light sent a dim glow against the snow, leaking out from a window she knew without thought belonged to Kaleah. Taking a slow breath, she moved across the snow until her feet met the smooth cobblestone of the walkway. Turning slightly, her steps brought her to the front door that she knew better than any other place in the world. The weathered wood was coated in swirls of ice crystals and trails of snow, blown there by the wind. Laying a hand against the surface, she traced her fingertips over the cold surface until they touched the metal of the latch. She closed her eyes and grasped it, her heart skipping a beat at the click as the door swung open.
Kaleah was sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace, the slow rocking movement creaking against the warm wooden floor. Her aged face had turned to face the doorway, no glimmer of surprise reflected in her deep green eyes. She had known that Myka would return again, for the child if nothing else. It had been an entire year since Tairen had somehow wound up on her doorstep, screaming and hungry, but she never once stopped believing that her daughter would return. Time had changed her. The dark blue hair was pale now, a soft baby blue that hung far longer than it used to. Waving down past her waist, with shorter pieces framing her eyes. That was something else that had changed, her eyes. No longer did they shine with an emerald green that sparkled with curiosity and delight. They were now a few shades darker than her hair, still a sky blue that spoke of the deepest sorrows and an unfortunate wisdom that used to be absent from the innocent girl. The dress she wore came from an unknown source, but it was stunning. A pure white that hung off of her slender shoulders, the wide sleeves hung past her hands and blended with the full skirt. Lined with dark blue that matched the wide sash tied around her waist, it was almost angelic looking from the perspective of the elderly woman who had yet to move from her chair.
'A child of mindless contradiction..'
Light footsteps ran across the floor upstairs, the soft thuds marking the path of a child that was heading for the stairs. The small figure came hopping down two steps at a time until he froze and stared at the newcomer. His eyes were a brilliant shade of blue that could never be rivaled, a passionate color more vivid than gemstones. The disheveled hair could never be tamed, long black layers streaked through with a natural deep blue that fell in his eyes with nearly every moment. His pale skin held a delighted smile, and his entire face lit up in a second. Myka barely had time to register his antique-looking ivory button up shirt and his plain black pants before he crashed into her and she fell over against the wall. He laughed, his entire being radiated joy as she held him tight against her, his soft white wings curled around her, reaching further than his little arms could. Sparkling silver tears traced down her cheeks as she hugged him as tight as she was able, unable to believe it was him. There was no way he had aged this much, it simply wasn't possible. How long had she been gone? Yet there was no question that it was him, especially when he squirmed back a bit to give her a loving smile as his small fingers clutched at her sleeves. "Mommy, you're home!"