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 Two | Polymath Blues
Chapter Twelve
Jacobi Ebbentide had been overtaken by Condor Undroth. He was a fright. There was a lie in his presence at The Foundry. He’d been the cruelest replacement for his sister. There wasn’t a more debased man-child now that the reflection of his evil had hit the soul beneath within a web of denial. He was violent and vengeful and dangerous.
Chloe had killed him in the shadows—her own lie hidden deep within. The hidden chambers inside the girl before had reflected the same now overtaking and becoming apparent. Both Chloe and Jacobi were of similar lineage but not of blood.
The girl in presence of The Foundry’s greatness reborn was found to be something beneath even those closest wouldn’t endeavor to believe despite the appearance of hard-worked efforts to conceal a truth. She was the most diehard gender-essentialist at heart one could be now conforming to a place that did not hold space for her true feelings.
Her plan was conscious; suppress through means of manipulation. Those around her would see themselves drawn unconsciously toward the binary projection so wrought of her old-world views. She was born of an evil family and had learned to pretend it not the very thing she carried inside herself daily. It was in every waking thought of the woman so surrounded by the presence and honest reflection of The Foundry’s rightness.
She sought to emplace hierarchy for her will to dominate. She was a whore. She was the ‘worst person in the fucking world,’ by the heartful reflection of Echo and all she’d been through—calloused and murderous feelings borne from a desire to play victim to her own circumstance while having so much, never to feel empathy for what she’d undergone and projected at a borne sex of people.
Her evil denied variation from what might be most easily controlled by her incompetence in vision and wisdom. She was most unintelligent when it came to anything other than twisting people to the hell she’d made of herself.
At The Foundry—she was doing quite well.
