RUMBLE
The earth shook as the sky ripped open. The once blue canvas stained red by the year long battles, now finally gave in like a worn rag. Jagged tears stretching as far as the eye can see, no longer protecting the world from the roiling Chaos beyond it. The end is here.
CRASH
Mountains toppled and seas boiled, the Winds of Assimilation ravages the land, dissolving humans and monsters alike back to their basic energy building blocks, as if they have never existed in the first place. It did not matter either you were a lowly mortal, or achieved the state of divinity, all are just ash in the face of the apocalypse.
BOOM
Aurelia floats but a few meters away from the largest tear in the sky, her delicate face emotionless as the roiling Chaos flickers her frazzle black hair behind her, blowing away fragments of her golden crown that has begin to crumble. Blood trickles down from a heart wrenching gash on her forehead, carving a clear line of crimson on her soot covered cheek, before disappearing on her tattered velvet stain robe, no longer the elegant white regalia that had once made her heart flutter.
“hElp uS… MAke iT sTop… It hURts…”
The cries of suffering and death from the lives bellow snapped Aurelia back from her stupor. Her eyes fill with anger as she sees the ravaged remnants of Heaven’s Court and the fallen bodies of her followers, who but days before stood with her against the coming destruction. Then with sadness as she takes in the sundering landscape bellow, a crying child separated from his family by the collapsing houses; a once pristine lake disappearing under the crumbling earth; a pack of Cloud-stride sheep huddling and shaking at the mouth of a cave, waiting for their inevitable end together. Finally, she turns back to face the fractured sky, her eyes now filled with a fire, fueled by her responsibility and pride of being a, no, The Supreme Divine. The symbol of good. Her gaze seems to pierce the encroaching Chaos, to his back, to the man she both hate and respect, to the man that brought about the end.
“This world is my home. I was born and raised in these lands, among these people, I will not allow it to end like this, it cannot end like this. Good will prevail, it will always prevail.”
Aurelia mutters seemingly to no-one. Her robe billowing as her magic flared, returning the aura of power befitting her status. A butterfly, with wings like ever-shifting stained glass, flutters out in front of Aurelia as she channels her overwhelming magic into it. A light pinkish haze, formed from constantly altering images, similar to the small creature’s wings, flows from her outstretched hands. Like a morning ocean fog rolling into town, it begins to slowly blankets everything within the world. From the deep dark mountain ranges to the ice-covered plains, the ebbing oceans to the sun-scorched deserts. South. North. East. West. Up. Down. The mist pushes back against the invading Chaos, soothing the screaming earth and despairing lives. A soft silence embraced the land, as Aurelia imposed her will upon the broken world, forcing it to respond.
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“I dreamed of a world filled with life and magic, where mortals and deities alike can live their lives and pursue their desires.”
The crumbling mountains settle as the earth slowed its wail. Greenery begins to grow, as if the spam of decades passed in but a moment, hiding the jagged scars of the apocalypse. The raging oceans calms, the wind dwindles, and the clouds starts to clear, Day and Night once again separates into two, no longer the twisted amalgamation it was before. Life is budding, nurtured by Aurelia’s power, like a caterpillar within its pod.
“I dreamed of a world where mortals can live their lives in peace, where they cannot be caught within the turmoil of the gods.”
The pink haze permeating the world begin to harden, forming walls the cut up the land in 5 equal chunks, separating the deities in their respective regions, unable to easily reach and war against each other. Mortals, gods, and monsters alike finds themselves stop in their dismay, their emotions settle together with the calming earth, an inescapable sense of fatigue over taking their senses.
“I dreamed of a world that will never face its end, where good always triumphs over evil. A world of my dreams, forever.”
Aurelia muttered, as she feels her magic closing the tears in the sky, comforting the earth, and securing the world. It is done. Her very existence begins to fade, like a dress losing its color from one too many washes. A satisfied smile stretches across her lips, as she locks eyes with a mouth that seemingly appeared out of nowhere in the roiling Chaos, just outside the closing rift.
“Is this your answer?” it askes.
“Yes, this is how things should be.”
Aurelia replied calmly. Taking one last look over the now peaceful world before her image completely disperses in the air. A quiet sound of glass shattering as the small butterfly explodes in a tiny rain of ever-shifting colors.
The mouth slowly shifts from side to side, as if the head attached to it is pondering as it looks around the now recovering land. From a family of Iron-skinned Pangolins sleepily digging out a burrow from the settled sand dunes; to a lone swordsman nervously clutching his blade within a mass of ruined tents before finally slumping into slumber; and finally resting its gaze on a lily bud, that was ripped out of its roots by the raging ocean during the turmoil, now peacefully floating above the gentle waves.
An intrigued smile curled up its lips.
“It’s time to wake up.”