Time Throws Fire
by Ophelia Everfall
Part One | Redux Eterna
Part Two | Polymath Blues
Part Three | The Feather
Part Four | Wizard
Part Five | Coward’s End
Part Six | Whirls of Wind
Content Warning: This is only a story.
Part Four | Wizard
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sanctuary was haunted—was.
Thrust was making it real. Whores were going to die.
Yelling—throated—blaring squeals unheard to the consciousness of Rory Tyrell were a part of the small focus within Monarch’s expanded sense.
Nether bled.
It was everywhere. Everything and nothing—dissipation of Sanctuary telling the tale itself as immolated flashes wore around the edges of Chiron. Nothing was unreal. Everything Echo saw was coming true.
The entity was making contact.
Echo was dancing and it was felt about The Foundry. Each fired throttle a breath. Every lunging tear towards rips in time space a lifetime to Rory.
Atreya was fine. Echo hadn’t gone. She’d been able to hold herself through and know what to avoid by seeing the plague which begot the horrible need to make this mission in real.
Ender was Lauren’s ride.
“It’s ours.” Carlin within spoke straight. “We’re taking all their stuff.”
Echo hadn’t been around for the building of Ender. She’d not seen what it had within its walls, only having witnessed some paltry playback reel. Something knew this divine within her heart, as would all those times she’d chosen to ignore her competitors. They were inferior and she’d not have their shoddy imaginings of greatness allowed within her mind.
Lauren just wasn’t good at things. His mind had broken after the vision quest. He’d become a joke around The Foundry. He’d fallen out. There wasn’t one thing he sought but to see himself anew.
The time between Echo’s remaking and wedding and then beyond—journeys into self and joining with body of spirit from on high—they’d brought her back to breath—while the becoming of those around her had been as seen in feeling. Something known from a moment in heart had changed it. Echo was coming home. She’d flipped the ship around and Atreya was in her sights.
Hyde had been lost in the time since Iris’s abduction and holding in that darkest place. Some possibility felt in pondering gasps and shared with Echo. They’d both missed her most. He was close and the time had proven a change. Echo realized herself more.
She loved the man and had since truly meeting him all the more. His place by Iris was a joy to feel but the chance of standing beside and in rest would prove her overcoming fear. It led to love which had been healing and changing. She’d needed someone gentle. He needed someone kind. Echo Béleaph needed strength. They were becoming the best of friends.
What she’d have to give in return wasn’t known beyond love—it was her gift.
