Time Destroys Everything - Chapter Two
the conclusion of Time Bellows Gasoline and Time Throws Fire
Time Destroys Everything
by Ophelia Everfall
Human, Fire, Power - (Formerly The Foundry)
Time Bellows Gasoline - (Formerly Time Throws Fire)
Time Throws Fire - (Formerly VII)
Time Destroys Everything
Fortuna Eterna (Ch. 1-5 Complete)
Why Stay Hollow?
Kingdom Done
Part One - Exodus Fuel | One |
Part Two - Cranberry Blues
Part Three - War For Keeps
Part Four - Cromagnum
Part Five - Bled, Crushed, Consumed
Part Six - Eighth Warrior
Part Seven - Time Throws Fire
Exodus Fuel
TWO
Echo Firebrand took grace. Therefore, hence-back, twicefold, nevermore, she was sure the shore was sore.
Tortured lack had seen her need. Taken down she wished to bleed.
Vi-splice glistened. Its caves were of rainbow-platinum crystalline sheen. Terrors dead had been obscene. Never would the fire die. Echo came, and all would cry.
That planet was a darkness once taken. The Hive was a manifestation of times seen sideways. Some echo of the past had blared too loudly. They sent their call into the cloud. Data free and signals bare, Alina spoke too clear to air. Some sacrifice of Atreya’s history-forward, across and under, beneath and passed, a bubble its own from Boreál, unknowably distant, in Rhinestone itself.
Swim was the feeling of the stars. It lost your mind to size ungrasped and had a weakest holding on. Echo’s time with Chiron saw that absent entirely. It wasn’t even something she could simulate anymore. She’d opened wide in that lifetime lost, refound, remade, re-coursing forth. To know herself a form of finality was a blessing.
Firebrand was ending it all. She was taking back hope. She’d been chasing one dream. Her Atreya died. That memory bled forward and back.
It wasn’t allowed.
Vi-splice’s network of underground caves were a glory. They hit hearts. They’d been of much gracious becoming to Firebrand before and after, during and above, under and beyond, slaying her past inside the outer self most inwardly stationed. She missed Illith. It never came again.
She’d wanted it back. She wanted to know it again. Olmec had never once seemed real. How could it be that she’d feel? Nothing at all would prove clear. Something was pinned to the rear. The chance it had borne would throw back, something taught Echo to crack.
A portal made in the center went nowhere. Something told her that was everywhere. Firebrand only felt it in her heart. She saw them then. It spoke the loudest of all how their heart would sing. There were many but one burned like hurt. It felt like loss. Their child was the same.
Jerrika Stormwall had been her one for all of time. They’d misplaced each other often, every round, until some point which always came where the Queen took place in her subject’s mind. Something still had come inside. Echo swallowed all her pride. She’d let it go to be herself. A Queen to be was on the shelf. She’d be much more, and less inside, the Queen of Queens was born a bride.
Hearts would bloom to see it true. The way her love would sprout with you.
She knew her mark now all through time. It stilled her heart they’d made by mind. Twisting back in callous knots. Something had unwound the clock. A girl had done a thing untoward. She’d felt herself and said the word. Some thunder clash would be felt through. Those chosen two would bleed anew.
There was no choice in who it was. The girl she called down from above. She asked her God to make a choice. They made it loud but had no voice. It spoke of truth but not the who. It led her thrice to come unglued. Each every life would be the same. Until that time her hurt love sang. They held it all most quired, plain. It led them back into the drain. It bent the back and took her brain.
Blackness sang of that. Echo was her snack.
Firebrand sat. She was swaying. She’d found freedom again from fear. Energy flows would be let loose. Her spine was a fright. She’d twist every night. She took it to a crack. It let right to her knack.
The Goddess borne was true. My hero found was blue.
She knew it forth and hence, she taught it fighting fence. That woman knew her place, she’d tamed all outer space.
The last Jerrika was lost gone-back. Echo had been a final human form.
Vi-splice birthed the beasts, which tore and took from crease, they fought to make her pay, her love had come to stay. Why and when then how. It taught of furrowed brow. The wind, it sang a tune.
She’d be sent back to bloom.
I didn’t think so. I didn’t know.
I was hoping. It was blind. My heart felt true. Something told I knew.
The last of chance was spent. My glass was ever bent. I’d searched her out and back. That blank had been the gap. She’d filled it three times twice, they all were of her splice. Each and every chance, the woman felt it back. She’d lived as everyone. Each woman came from one.
I’d been every person once. For each echo came back new. The people were changed too. No one thought it strange, the way her hair would change. That how and what was lost. Illith paid the cost.
I knew her there somehow. Behind me now — the cow.
There’d been one more in store. She’d hide behind the door. That woman left behind. She sought to rob me blind. Her price to pay was true. That chance was cut in two.
Love was something shown. It couldn’t be unknown. To feel it as some grift, would show the shame to shift. The last to fight was less. It wouldn’t bear a test. Jerrika, she came. She’d held me without blame.
It was the thing I’d need. To walk on forth with greed. For slaying all who came, how righteous thunder sang. The Jerrika I knew. That one in heart most true. She’d felt like love to last, and wasn’t one for gas. To feel and know was rare. The rarest breed, a pair.
That final demon shown. They’d been a girl she’d blown. It wasn’t more than that. They proved in time a chap. Bianary man, was all they’d be again.
Echo loved a Queen. She felt the notion bling. They were a child at heart. They’d murder with their art.
My woman knew the best, of what would prove the test. It wasn’t how we’d fuck, nor all our blatant luck, less why she sought my need, but more her owning greed. She’d want to take me all, to keep me in her shall. It felt like love of black, and white to nether’s dap. Her place on high was crushed, for Ecatosh was dust.
Sidelong ripped to something sparse.
Boreál was going home.
