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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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The shield takes the blast of power without much effort, so Nita has plenty of attention to spare for the thought of what will happen if the Dark actually reaches Milliways.
Anger lends her power as she adjusts the parameters of the shield in her mind and then yells the words to the wizardry. The dome of air around her whumps out of existence for a split-second, and then reforms in front of her, extending up and out with every syllable.
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Balked by magic and mist and wind, the seething malevolent fury before them coils and rises into a towering emptiness, a void in the heart of everything-- but then further out, something happens.
And as that pure and shining fire calls to its ancient enemy, the Dark rushes backward away from the three before it, recoiling and drawing all of its power into itself for one final, deadly strike.