Black mist and blinding fire: the pure burning light of star-fire, the heart of the sun and the heart of light and Light, and the horrible howling malice of the darkness beyond. Merriman is glowing with power, and the same pale half-seen light swirls around Will, but they are both obscured by the white-gold radiance of the One's Champion.
The air is thick with gathering power. For the Dark, the Dark is falling to crush them all, and the Light is rising as in the last defense it ever has and ever will.
"Get down," Will cries hoarsely, and the wind tears away his words. He has no idea whether anyone else has heard, and no attention to spare for it, because the Dark is plummeting with a pressing weight like iron, and there is a hollow feeling of free-fall, of non-existant ground rushing up to meet him--
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Date: 2006-06-16 05:18 pm (UTC)The air is thick with gathering power. For the Dark, the Dark is falling to crush them all, and the Light is rising as in the last defense it ever has and ever will.
"Get down," Will cries hoarsely, and the wind tears away his words. He has no idea whether anyone else has heard, and no attention to spare for it, because the Dark is plummeting with a pressing weight like iron, and there is a hollow feeling of free-fall, of non-existant ground rushing up to meet him--
and the world goes white.