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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [open quest]  Part Three: The Divergence
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    She was wrong. Most of them were, after all. Interpretations of the truth ran sour on her tongue, an awful taste that she didn't care to swallow. Should she choose to be bitter, the strangling feeling is short lived, she doesn't have the time to overthink. Not when jumps through time send her body into a daze that the unicorn is unsure if she'll ever forget this feeling, this pressure to prevent a mass extinction of species lost to senseless war. Every battle, every life she'd taken had meaning, a sense of grounding that brought her closure for her own unresolved trauma. It becomes clearer after each stop in time that this endless war of beqannans, had its meaning, though Famkee is not as attached to these events as her traveling partners. How could she be? She wants to think of her being here, no more than an obligation, she owes this land nothing, having no history inside it's territories or memories to avenge. If she is going to call Beqanna home, playing her part, no matter how small or insignificant she may think, is vital for not only her future, but all the faces that surge through time alongside. 

    Place after place, unfamiliar and familiar, though only centuries differ the landscapes here, she finds herself on a beach, again. This time, a different sort of chill slithers down her spine as every face she's come to know in this time loop, fades like they were never there at all, ghosts lost in a cosmic dream. This must be the telling moment, she can feel it in her bones. The sprites separate her from the others to soak in the affairs of where this all began, and it's so frighteningly real, like she really is an invisible time traveler, helpless to interfere. Children, a colt and a filly each from the sea and sky, the embodiment of innocence for they do not know the tragic fate that follows. Neither does she, not yet. Though she doesn't shy away from the sight when it comes, she doesn't show much emotion at all other than confusion, watching as the colt is struck by the boulder plummeting into the hungry waves, the filly blinded by panic to retrieve her friend wetting her downy feathers to sink like the rocks below.

     Is she insensitive to death, or is it her expectations of the truth that spiral her downwards into discontent. An accident. A grievous one, yet so simple, Famkee ponders. War begins with a reason, and this was theirs, a misunderstanding passed down for centuries of avoidable conflict. More, her sprite shows her as members from each behalf wear hate proudly in their eyes at the discovery of the bodies of their deceased offspring. She knows how this must look to the Stratosians, yes, but to start a war that would last millennia over speculation? Had they already so much hate in their souls for one another that this unfortunate fate hammered the nail in fragile hearts? 

    She isn't sure the limits of magic inside this realm of time and space, but her sprite continues to leave her in awe of the possibilities. Standing on the beach, Stratosian and Baltian alike in the throes of their disagreements, see her, actually see her observing the turmoil that's unfolded and made an absolute mess of the future. She wants to back up into whatever portal took her here and made her tangible to the eye, but maybe, just maybe she could offer her knowledge. Famkee has never been a diplomat, words were not her strong suit, she wasn't utilized for her speech, rather her body, her actions. Wether they listen, receive her wisdom of the truth, she won't know until she tries. The horned mare is tentative in her small steps forwards, but confident is her voice, certain are her intentions that bleed through golden eyes, helplessly sincere. "Heed my warning friends, for your actions affect not only the fate of your futures, but the whole of beqanna and it's inhabitants." She looks to the deceased foals once more, a sorrowful pinch in her brow. "A tragic accident is who to blame here, I've seen it. And I've come to tell you that this was no one's fault." She steadies her breathing, she can't stop the glowing resplendence of her horn slithering with gold at the passionate scene. "If malicious intent was as you assume, pay closer attention. The colt has blunt trauma wounds, he was struck by a falling rock and his friend," She notions to the filly, lifeless with a point of her velvet muzzle. "not fit for the sea, she tried to save him." Drowned, lungs built for high altitude suffocated under the waters unforgiving current. 

    She doesn't know how to convince them that this event changes everything. Serious is her face, and she can only hope that the sincerity shows through her energy and breaks the karmic generational carnage to come. "Whatever hate you have in your hearts, hate yourselves for not knowing the truth for your future generations that only know of war and hostility." She can't believe the words as they come, but she means them and that's all that really matters. What weight could she possess in the eyes of strangers, is she nothing more than a hallucination to them? "The fate of Beqanna is in your hands. Make the right choice." The soldier allows the seas breeze to wash over her, wash away every secret kept and out of hiding, exposed to bake on the sand. This is not in her power any longer, she's come to shed light on the truth, and if it isn't enough, as a soldier she would be honored to die trying.                
    if my heart is in your hands will i die
    Famkee
     [Image: EOU990v.png] Famkee [Fahm-key]
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    Part Three: The Divergence - by Random Event - 03-08-2023, 02:19 AM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by Viszla - 03-11-2023, 07:55 PM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by glean - 03-12-2023, 04:20 PM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by Marten - 03-14-2023, 05:12 PM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by Rezza - 03-16-2023, 09:43 AM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by sleaze - 03-17-2023, 08:23 PM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by assailant - 03-18-2023, 02:43 PM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by Famkee - 03-19-2023, 01:16 AM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by Ea - 03-19-2023, 01:55 PM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by Glaw - 03-19-2023, 03:11 PM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by Narya - 03-19-2023, 03:27 PM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by lystra - 03-19-2023, 03:58 PM
    RE: Part Three: The Divergence - by animus - 03-19-2023, 04:43 PM



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