IC: Midsummer Rising

[white_flowers]

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.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

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--

(all shall find the Light at last)

and the world goes white.

[gramarye1971]

There is no sense of falling, for the ground is already beneath him.

(lux aeterna luceat eis)

There is no sense of pain, for even that burns away in the face of the Light within and the Light without.

(et lux perpetua luceat eis)

And then, suddenly, there is no sense of impact.


(nunc dimittis servum tuum, Domine,
secundum verbum tuum in pace)


But finally there is silence.

Not the oppressive, unnatural silence of the rising Dark...but rather the exhausted yet tranquil silence that remains when a great storm has vented all of its fury, and is no more.

[blue_eyed_lord]

He is, of course, both there and not-there. An observer, only, for he feels no need to join in. The fight is a personal one, and thus, isn't his business, is none of his concern.

But even he is not expecting the results. The sudden light. The palpable absence afterwards.

Shock is an emotion he had long since done away with, and, in this moment, is like a physical blow to him. His cold, blue eyes narrow immediately; his mouth opens as if he were about to utter a curse, hastily bitten back. It cannot...

He did not know it could be done.

His lips curl in a silent snarl of malice and contempt, unseen but directed at everyone involved, and the Black Rider is gone.