The day had finally come, as foretold in ancient legends. More accurately, as Azykia said to herself around a month ago.
At first, she had intended to make this journey with friends. With a guiding hand helping her along the way to describe all the wonderful things she simply couldn't see. A lot had happened in the last nineteen days. It still hurt to think about Red Fever, and the sacrifices made just for the sake of the greater good, or keeping status quo. Back then, it had her bawling her eyes out and screaming pathetically about how it was 'too much', and how she 'couldn't do it anymore'. Now, her greatest regret was that she never truly got to understand what that woman looked like. Who she really was, perhaps a little bit, but Azzy would never have any sort of physical presence to liken to her aside from the uncomfortable mass of energy unlike anything she had ever seen in either side of reality.
She began to think about all of her friends, her loved ones, her sisters and brother, and realized that they could all fade into obscurity just the same with Azykia unable to carry along a simple memory such as what color their hair was, or a single time that they had smiled. She had seen Celestine, and Kaede, and that was it. That would remain it, unless she made herself able to fix it. She wasn't as powerful anymore as she had been at the climax of the Red Fever incident, but all that meant was that she could get up to that point again eventually, and this time with a greater understanding of her magic and how to use it.
That was why she had to go. That was why she had began pacing westward out of Honeyhome not ten steps ago. She would use her magic and knowledge to find her way, or she would die trying like some of her friends already had long before now. Then she would try once again, and again, because people had three chances after death in this world, and she was no longer too scared to make the most of it.
Without so much as her ar-cane in hand, she counted her steps away from town carefully.
@Toko
At first, she had intended to make this journey with friends. With a guiding hand helping her along the way to describe all the wonderful things she simply couldn't see. A lot had happened in the last nineteen days. It still hurt to think about Red Fever, and the sacrifices made just for the sake of the greater good, or keeping status quo. Back then, it had her bawling her eyes out and screaming pathetically about how it was 'too much', and how she 'couldn't do it anymore'. Now, her greatest regret was that she never truly got to understand what that woman looked like. Who she really was, perhaps a little bit, but Azzy would never have any sort of physical presence to liken to her aside from the uncomfortable mass of energy unlike anything she had ever seen in either side of reality.
She began to think about all of her friends, her loved ones, her sisters and brother, and realized that they could all fade into obscurity just the same with Azykia unable to carry along a simple memory such as what color their hair was, or a single time that they had smiled. She had seen Celestine, and Kaede, and that was it. That would remain it, unless she made herself able to fix it. She wasn't as powerful anymore as she had been at the climax of the Red Fever incident, but all that meant was that she could get up to that point again eventually, and this time with a greater understanding of her magic and how to use it.
That was why she had to go. That was why she had began pacing westward out of Honeyhome not ten steps ago. She would use her magic and knowledge to find her way, or she would die trying like some of her friends already had long before now. Then she would try once again, and again, because people had three chances after death in this world, and she was no longer too scared to make the most of it.
Without so much as her ar-cane in hand, she counted her steps away from town carefully.
@Toko