The Justiceers - Part Four: Chapter Ten
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
4.10
Morecai was cutting the trail — blazing ahead on his purebred Oculus known as Montmoth, and looking very handsome doing it — Gwevera had been gliding in tow upon her Crogenus, its high-technology slicking trails of projected ice-glass through the clear air between Umeth’s highest reaching brambles and lowest hanging branches.
This was freedom brought into form.
It had only been days since Morecai had returned to Gwevera’s observatory and taken her back to his room for that very best night of her life. Yet they were in fullest form without a single hesitation, so powerful together, creating ripples in the energy of Omirion itself — a most intense vibration of joyful liberation.
Montmoth was wild, gorgeous, and furious — the Oculi weren’t alike with the Mitzsch and her Jaqui — to have one as a pair-pond was entirely unique to Morecai. They’d found each other in that very same way; from connection born in dream, and perhaps another life. Montmoth’s size was an exception to her kind, and a beacon of the bravery within the heart of this Prince who rode her so gallantly.
He’d brought Gwevera here this day on the guidance of his gut.
There had been something in the air, a sense so apparent to Gwevera of great change on the horizon, bearing within it an unknowable anticipation, though hoping it as grand as intuition spoke.
Morecai was found awake before her that morning in her observatory’s bunkroom, a most incredibly strange occurrence, clearly lost in thoughts of something to come. She’d gone to him there and placed her arms over his shoulders before running a hand through his most lustrous and flowing hair.
He’d asked her with such desperation in his tone, “If I needed to go somewhere, would you come with me?”
“Of course,” Gwevera had responded as always.
Now discovering themselves birthed in such flow of wind, embraced by the forests of Umeth — this home away from home for all Dwajìn, but even more so to Morecai, calling his heart with its graces — pounding such speed of freeze into the air with her most favorite toy; Miriam was in bliss of the highest order.
To see her Prince take lead — that way he bore a path with his Montmoth, a love of Gwevera’s own heart; that sweetest girl so knowing how to snuggle — brought movement to her spirit where there’d long been a stiffness from his absence.
It brought back all of herself, something which would feel unexpected and impossible to this Princess of such embodied Goddesshood, finding her spirit reborn in ways unfelt since they’d been teenagers swimming the depths of Temeath.
Morecai had shown her up a trail to the tip of Mount Caldera, its most scenic and renown viewpoint, and at last brought his Montmoth to rest.
Gwevera’s Crogenus had done very well in this most out-of-the-ordinary excursion for its making, herself having fashioned an extended fueling tank which would allow this distance from Temeath, without the consistent refueling normally designed to sustain flight above its waters.
Together they had overlooked Omirion — the clouds in its sky of mammoth scale that day, obscuring all — such a sight to those hearts unaware what might loom behind them.
Morecai grinned then, a most deviously revealing shade to its nuance, before he’d told her like the beautiful little devil he was.
“I want to show you something.”
Leading through a brush which had only been walked by one traveler, making Gwevera a path before unseen, unknown to their people by all accounts in her retrospective investigation — was something he’d found just for her.
There would be a leap of faith involved.
So far below this cliff edge come upon; a hidden lagoon of most immense spectacle and mysterious grace. Gwevera could tell Morecai was quite nervous, but she felt exactly what was coming. She’d laughed then, spirit showing bright, her biggest smile blooming.
She jumped first.
Her fall triggered a most powerful release, which had taken every ounce of that stowed and adored longing she’d held for her Prince, alchemizing it into a blast of healing power which would reverberate through the universe.
She had to give Morecai a moment to jump afterwards, tiptoeing about like he didn’t know what he was going to do, but Gwevera was used to it by then.
When he’d made the plunge himself, a most gorgeous sight, and they were at longest last together in the water again, they’d shared a most royal kiss. It had taken Gwevera to emotions not felt since she was a child, of importance to her soul beyond that she’d recognize.
Though, this was not where that day had ended.
Morecai planned a moment thought most romantic, leading to a beach as hidden as that cove where they’d made their great leap together. He’d taken a knee there for his Princess.
Having been pledged since birth, there’d been no need for such pomp and circumstance, not a single tradition he was upholding, only the will to promise and hold her dearly for the rest of their time together so made by his own accord.
Gwevera had never loved her Morecai more.
Of all moments, in all times, and all places — so typical within the lifetimes of these tortured souls who found timing their greatest enemy — something terrible happened.
This was when it had been, that sight remembered deeply in Miriam’s trauma of soul — a darkness in the sky appearing, its terror to their lives on the brink of realization coming to bear — it had torn the heart right out of Gwevera to witness what was became Omirion in those following days, after this most ominous arrival.
What they’d seen had been known deeply, a sense of horror immediate, such visions of what was to come at the hands of this terrible force appearing above Temeath’s swells and Umeth’s reaches.
Yet their moment would fail to be tarnished on this beach, nor for cycles to come. Gwevera Nintingale and Morecai Effeancé would not lose their chance for such wonderous discoveries of heart between them, to hold each other close and not let go, seeing their wills become manifest upon this planet and their civilization — because that darkness would not show this day.
There was something out there — somewhere within the fabric of this infinite universe — which was changing the way things would go on this planet so very near the end of time.
