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Softer Than Shadow He Comes
Topic Started: Jun 29 2010, 03:18 AM (910 Views)
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Jonathon Silvercloud had no sense of time. When he was pulled from the presence of Naze Forge had no idea how much time had passed. He was in utter emptiness. Later would not be able to recall if it was light or dark. He would not be able to remember if only a minute passed or a lifetime. In fact, the details would be very vague and he would not remember much of it at all. He would remember speaking with Naze and the words of wisdom that the mentor spoke. Even more, those words would be a feeling deep within. They could be a foundation on which something new could be built. And if there was something that the Cheyenne was good at, it was building.

In the town of Lame Deer Forge’s eyes snapped open. He inhaled sharply as if it was the first time he had ever taken a breath. He stole the breath and savored it. He sat upright and looked around. His eyes were wild. It was the first time he had been in control of his body for some time, nearly three weeks, and movement on his own accord seemed foreign to him. His subtlest movement was startling and wondrous at the same time. There was so much to see and appreciate. His eyes fell on Max. Could this be another trick? Had he really died and come back? “Is…is this real?” Forge asked. “Am I free?”

Somewhere below them in the basement of the gymnasium the grand machine devised in the mind of the Maker and forged by the hands of the citizens of Lame Deer the countdown had completed. It came to a crescendo only to fall on its face. There was no living host attached to act as the conduit. The Shadow King himself had been imprisoned away and he could not be amplified across the world. The dynamos lost their glow as the electricity they had sucked from the surrounding area filtered away. The day was saved and around the town the enslaved townsfolk and tourists were coming out of their mind controlled stupor. They were walking around and milling together feeling as if they had just woken from a dream.

The White King looked down at his hands and flexed his fingers. Yes, he was controlling them. The hand he was born with and the hand he created. They were under his will. “I am back,” he said.
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The White Queen floated silently along the currents of the astral plane, calming herself in the aftermath of the battle. It had been long, so long, and Betsy felt as if she could simply drift forever on the ebbing and flowing tides that made up the mindscape. The space around her was illuminated by the aura of her telepathy, a bright pink-purple glow in the dim light. Peaceful. The telepath was not sure for how long she drifted, almost drifting too far before she snapped back into her senses. No. There would be time enough to rest after this, but not if she didn’t pull herself together.

Turning, she pushed herself off, throwing herself across the astral as she rushed back towards her physical body, flooding back into her own skin. After a hard, long battle on the astral it was like being plunged into ice water and she came round, gasping on the street where she had stopped in her tracks before being thrown on to the mindscape. Casting around wildly, she barely registered those around her, only aware of the gym in the distance.

“…Jonathon…” she murmured and scrambled up, using the last of her energy to race towards the town’s gym. Throwing the doors open she staggered through them, head pounding as she made her way into the main hall. It was a mess and in the middle were the two Kings of Hellfire and for once, the White Queen was at a loss of what to say. Instead she moved towards her King and sank down to the floor beside him, her arms going around him for a brief moment, casting aside rank and proper protocol for the moment.

Sitting back, Betsy cleared her throat and cast her eyes to Max, her expression revealing her depth of thanks for the Black King for his part in this. Turning her head back to Forge, she gave something of a weak smile.

“Welcome back, my King.”
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