Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2014 14:11:33 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @sephiroth~! WORDS. 1021 NOTES. It was a world of the most primal of existences, where the Goddess slept. | to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. THIS IS WAR The Historia Crux was a pathway between the Unseen World and the Seen World. It was the Void Beyond, the place where only gods could cross and slip into new possibilities. Though anything could fall through the Crux, only those deemed gods could travel it. The twisting bends of time coiled through into infinity. Here nothing existed. All sound ceased. Time could no longer flow, forward or back. The body had to stop living to be able to exist here. For any to enter the Crux, it was like dying. It became peaceful and nothing else mattered. Stars that seemed to glitter in the distance were in fact portals leading to other times, other worlds. It was a realm of infinite possibilities, but to go where one did not belong risked the delicate balance that existed in the Crux. There was no up, or down. There was neither a forward nor a back. Without the Eyes of Etro or some other blessing bestowed by a God, traveling this path was a sentence to drift forever more. The spiraling infinity was always overwhelming, but all the years that Light had traveled here, it was her second home. It was a world that had no suffering. There was no fighting or pain here. It was like waiting to be born again, and no matter how many times she was reborn, it was always a disorienting feeling. There drifted along. She would not allow the man in the dark cloak to drift too far. She watched him with her blue eyes, her orbs glittering like diamonds against the light. Was it really light though? Was it but an illusion in this place? Maybe, here, all simply existed. There was no rhyme nor reason why he could not see her, nor she see him. This place was a true infinity. Lightning was a true goddess, at least it was the air she gave off as she laid there, floating in nothingness. She was a vision of peace and tranquility. Even when facing down the fearsome Ex-General Sephiroth, she had not been intimidated by his natural presence nor troubled by his egotistical view on his personal divinity. Lightning saw him for what he was: a man that was looking for answers. But sometimes those answers were cold and unrelenting. The feathers that hung from her armor gave off the sense of wings. Perhaps these were the wings the stories spoke of. The angel who wore glittering armor and brandished a mighty sword and shield. It was in many of the old stories. Perhaps there was some grain of truth to it. Maybe the Goddess, her warriors, had taken this form with purpose. Minerva was a warrior who wielded a great sword and shield. The sword was to punish the wicked and the shield to guard the righteous. Her armor was shone like the sun and her wing guarded her from the touch of evil. Her rose-colored hair danced over her cheeks, kissing them with feather-light touches. She shifted her weight slightly, turning so that she was now on her back and could better see the curious man. Behind her was an endless void, and at the end an answer. “There is no turning back, now that you’ve gone so far. Here, only the strong may survive, and only the worthy may look upon her throne.” Light knew from experience that those who reached Valhalla may never look upon her face. “You may not see her, but you’ll find your answers.” Light exhaled. She knew it was coming. A pulse ripped across the Crux. It slammed against the heart, which would have slowed along with the facelessness of time. A green gate, that unlike any, opened behind the Valkyrie. She reached out her hand to Sephiroth. It was in welcoming, and in safety. If he slipped now, he would be lost forever to time. The portal led into the end of the world. Lightning had to cross time to open it again, but here it sat, as desolate as the day she left it to enter her Crystal Sleep. Though much had changed, due to the shifting timeline, Valhalla still remained the seat of the Goddess. The world had been reborn under the power of a new Etro. The temple rose high into the cloudless skies and the marks of ancient combat still scarred the sacred beaches. The shattered remains of buildings had been replaced by grassy hills and the vision of Eidolons marked the landscape with life. The sea, which surrounded all the island, flowed, but nothing else did. Time here was non-existent. It was a world bound to death, such which would hold resonance with the two warriors who both have crossed through such realms in their lifetimes. The cries of the Eidolon as they did battle crashed into the sea, echoing the breathy sighs of wind, while the fluttering wings of Imps which danced along the shore created motion. Landing on the beach Lighting stood in her armor, a contender to this world. She had already earned her right to exist here, and sit upon the throne. But what of the man? Could he earn his place? Or would he stumble along. Lightning pointed toward the temple. That was their goal, but to reach it they would have to traverse a field of combat. Perhaps Sephiroth would even have to face Etro’s Guardian… The unsettling feeling of losing one’s sense of time was a painful one. The noise, the sensation of moving, existing was all gone. It was like dying, all over again. Heralding such a fate were the visions of Death as beasts were defeated by greater beasts, only to repeat it over again for here, no life was lost. All life, to the Goddess, was precious. Even if the life was of a truly sinful man, it was to be let to live for life was atonement and his rebirth was his reward. “I hope you are prepared for your answer. Here … if you aren’t strong enough to face yourself, you cannot face the answers awaiting you.” The Valkyrie marched onward. |