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 Thirteen
“Thank you for your time, honey.” Effervescence spoke through Cardinal to Iris Lirafluer as they’d carried the payload forward. She was doing what she’d loved the best and soaring with the wind.
Chiron’s size was a dominatrix of spirit in this sector, and its gigantisms would seem to see all. It was a reflection of whatever looked towards it in brightest colors. It revealed the soul of a person. It was hope and lust and power and surrender and control in one—the way of life.
Hyde and Ryker were firing full in chase of the now demeaning thread of Sister’s Two. They were all they’d promised to be by their discarded transmissions by Leopold. Hope would be foretold despite the presence of these sisters and the hate they bore upon the system in the resilience all might endeavor to forge in response.
Touch froze the heart of Echo and turned it to gold. Her tumultuous ways of living would become in these moments aboard Scarlet. She’d feel the fires burn which would see more exhume themselves from her deepest chambers. She was reborn again and again by the trials of life she saw fit to face. There was nothing she’d enjoy more than playing coy the power within—a lie; farce; one she’d believe—to unpack it all and let everything in the universe around her know exactly what she was made of.
This was the fire that stoked the boldest heart of all; fury incarnate through the horrors afflicted her kind harnessed for change to serve every last person. Nothing did that but her.
These sisters were not her people. They were a darkest visage of her heart. The conglomeration of things she’d not understand wrong about herself wrapped into one. She’d known it all along that out there in the stars there was a version of herself which had done things backwards. Lived life in a way which would have been pleasing to her mind but not the soul. She was glad to have become Echo Béleaph; Orator of The Foundry. It made her complete.
Whirlwinds of storm blew—touch of horror felt the way in which any might see—Chiron’s gate had opened. Exile was becoming through it by meter. Nothing would have hope to reach it at Farside. Only Monarch’s drones had found the sight of this happening in time.
White would see her past and through. She’d been back. Then gone, and again. Something beside the heart was lost. Nothing made sense. There was a mistake. She hadn’t said goodbye.
The one who could have told the tale properly had sounded the wrong alarms. People had worried for her. Rory was gone in space and time and the way in which the horror-stricken Echo has been seen cast feeling of thought and worry towards this one who’d need most space.
An anomaly was how it started. She’d awoken. Time hadn’t been the same. There was a portal. Rory went through. She hadn’t known what it was. It took her places. She’d seen more than it was possible to know in a blink.
Echo had too much later. One of these women was pointed forward. The other thrown back. Something swirling in the whirls of time had gathered. Nothing needed to be done more than her finding means to return to Boreal imminently.
Something was coming and these people needed help.
