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.
Chapter Fifteen
Oblivion was the last one out—every warship fallen back to The Foundry.
“Honey, why are you in Oblivion and what you are doing with them?”
Leopold asked it of his friend Chloe unaware what rode her—the wickedly cowardness of hidden resentment residing within. He was furiously typing a message to administration as he watched from his makeshift control center built into the Simulation Hall’s offices which he’d taken over. There wasn’t a break. He’d been venturing to contain all the data and make use of each last point for the formulation of some complete picture and it was fracturing his psyche. This attack on Boreál from Elaria was beyond anything he might hold at once.
Too much to handle was his game of late and letting down the Consoler’s hope of seeing him was the result. When Echo would try to speak to him—she’d leave him reeling in trying to figure it all out—calculations beginning which bred an overwhelm from the raw data available. He’d not been taking care of himself just like everyone else at The Foundry because it wasn’t possible when absorbing information so dreadfully frightening.
Chloe didn’t respond.
Hardline was gone. Nothing was making any sense. Overwhelm in the situation room was finally breaking the young man. He was ready to sound the call. Echo sent back to let them know of it in a moment far past her severing—some mechanism of divinity in her communication sent from beyond in this time of misplacement—a line of message. “I’m going to be okay.”
Rory Tyrell had surrounded her in light.
Monarch was seeing fit to surround The Foundry in their light. Time aboard since its remineralization beyond the ether, the craft itself had begun speaking to Rory. Bliss was quiet now, a feeling of peace they’d all carry.
Thirteen shredded goonships from Envy’s deployed fleet were scattered dustmotes. Deployed from Elliot Harper and Exile’s brother-ship. Rory’d torn them from spacetime in spirit. Felt it all through the destruction of wrongness in energy.
She could sense aura in everything. Her mind was beyond that of anyone else and she’d be seeking to allow that understood in real now that it was to be acknowledged in ascendent reintroduction. There was a triplicate of self now projected through these moments of action. Sensory containers she could hold one inside of her own design. Twisting them was wrought of her subconscious will.
Boreal was hers. She owned it outright.
Nothing and nowhere. Everything and everywhere. Whole of form and right of heart. Flying physicality; centered. A porthole was opening and the one she’d been chasing had bespoke advantage from Rory’s reintroduction to the system. Beatrice Undroth was running and expected it to be free of charge.
Thunder formed in a projected whiteness of pure lightform made from Monarch’s neigh unindexable force of power. Echo was within The Foundry’s walls in parts and pieces. War Cry was readying to rejoin the fight before the message came from her old friend to stand down.
Sight of what she might be capable here had changed things immediately.
Rory expunged Chloe’s own and the remnant bellows of Beatrice Undroth’s presence at once. Ball-lightning surrounded the front end of Oblivion which would find its namesake a visage of foretelling as the ripping tears of its hull became the first sounds heard since entering flight for an evil woman who believed herself a chance to live on despite.
Understanding beyond another would be found arisen in the consciousness of this one woman now home. Rory Tyrell had become the Empress of Boreal.
