October 20, 2024 - 8:17pm — snowbell
Her eyes swam with confusion, lost in a golden haze of strange symbols and unfamiliar sights, while her nose stung from even stranger smells, her sense of being had been displaced and her mind raced to cling to memories from where she had just been expelled.
My soul. Her consciousness reached for her chest, and her body moved to accommodate once familiar movements, but her now furred knee graced only soft fur where once had been, had ALWAYS been her soul stone.
While her body suddenly ached with a grieving sense of loss, it was also swept away upon her eyes nestling on a golden symbol floating above her, replaced only with confusion at her innate understanding that what she gazed upon was her, her in her entirety, much like her coloured gem that had nestled upon her chest. It was the ever present reflection of herself, her indication, her name, her being.
My soul? But why, why had it shifted? Was she dead? Her head swam as she tried to remember, tried to understand what was happening. No. She could not die, her body would simply be reclaimed by the mother, the moon, to dot the skies as stars in her loving embrace, until she was yet again ready to grace the gifted plane of Astraea with her kin, as a fallen star under the watch of her father the sun.
Astraea. Oh by the three, their mothers rage had warped the realm, punishing her kin -her fathers favoured- for their arrogance.
Fire, she remembered fire, warmth as the juveniles and even elders of the fathers favoured wrecked havoc upon the three's elements.
Nerea; their once clear and pure waters polluted with ash and debris.
Ciel; their guiding winds clouded with smoke and haze.
And Aurelia; the most suffering of all for the fathers favoured antics, their earth burnt, sullied, defiled with flames, cinders and embers.
