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white_flowers) wrote2006-06-11 07:03 pm
white_flowers) wrote2006-06-11 07:03 pm
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IC: Midsummer Rising
Midsummer.
Longest day, brightest day, day of celebration for those of the Light and also of the Wild.
It will be a day of great power-- and had once marked the ending of the rising Dark in the world she had once called her own.
But here at the end of all the worlds, she intends to change things. The longest and brightest day it may be, but there is another side to it as well; for at the moment that the sun passes zenith, the time of Light also passes.
So begins the long slow fall into the Dark.
This time, the White Rider means to turn her carefully-gathered power to advantage at that precise moment, bringing the cycle to an entirely different ending -- for everyone.
She is smiling cruelly when she steps out of the forest and starts toward the bar, half-lost in her thoughts and her plans.
Longest day, brightest day, day of celebration for those of the Light and also of the Wild.
It will be a day of great power-- and had once marked the ending of the rising Dark in the world she had once called her own.
But here at the end of all the worlds, she intends to change things. The longest and brightest day it may be, but there is another side to it as well; for at the moment that the sun passes zenith, the time of Light also passes.
So begins the long slow fall into the Dark.
This time, the White Rider means to turn her carefully-gathered power to advantage at that precise moment, bringing the cycle to an entirely different ending -- for everyone.
She is smiling cruelly when she steps out of the forest and starts toward the bar, half-lost in her thoughts and her plans.
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"Its trying- we can't let it-"
'Take us' would be what Wellard might have said, except the Dark has moved from its promises, to something else it knows too well.
Distruction.
Wellard stares. Powers far beyond his reckoning, but even he can tell that there is nothing more that can possibly be done-
At least if he dies, it is on his feet, and not in the service of the Dark.
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DoorIngressGavrocheDoorIngressGavrocheDoorIngressGavroche
The names are his mantra against madness or worse. He shuts his eyes tightly.
DoorIngressGavrocheTheMeadowFlyingTheCottageDoorSlippingthe
ringonherfingerLovingherLoveDoorKeepsafeDoorIngressGavroche
He jabs his wand into the blackness and yells "EXPECTO PATRONUM!". A bright white cobra uncoils from the tip of the wand and shields both Wellard and Tom from the brunt of the force aimed against them.
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-- and then from further away, a corona of golden-white fire flares with blinding brightness, and the Dark recoils swiftly, drawing all of itself back into one large mass and away from Tom and Wellard as it moves now to strike its ancient enemy, answering a call that cannot be denied.