all things are possible,
even the worst of things
Change is inevitable. He has always known this. Nevertheless, it always seems to come so unexpectedly. Impressively so.
His home is gone, lost to vast oceans brought forth by even more powerful magic. He had won and he had lost, but none of it is what he had chosen. No, he had wanted simplicity. Sanctuary.
He had wanted life and love and family. And he had had it. Still has it, but somehow it is not the same. It is different. Different and new and strange, like an ill fitting glove he cannot quite wriggle his hand into.
The earth had changed, heaving and splitting, even as a massive hand of pure magic had swept them from their homes, from their very feet. And it had scolded, the owner of that hand, charged them with hubris, stripped them of their talents, of their gifts (and of their curses). And it had tossed them back with a final warning.
Now he stands here amongst the white drifts if the winter meadow, struggling to comprehend the reality of their new world. His first thought, his only coherent thought, in the writhing sea of his mind is her. His love.
”Ilka.” He utters her name like a prayer, unable to do anything else.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch
@[Ilka]