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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[blue_ajah]

Both hands are flat against the ground for support, but Moiraine is half-sitting now, blinking desperately to clear her blurred vision.

What she sees is a young girl near her, and a boy with the jay cradled in his hands, and Adam Young kneeling there like a warrior preparing to strike at the mist that is swirling around them and the pressure beyond.

But then suddenly she sees much more, as the Dark draws back and the mist lifts--

[white_flowers]

The fog around the small group dissipates, and beyond it the Dark is rising, drawing all its remaining power in upon itself in a single lashing column of whirling fury.

A pure and deadly silence descends all around them like a hanging curtain-- and then the awful weight of the Dark falls upon its enemy, and the world explodes into white.