Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

The queen seems a little shaken by the claw, taking it over to a guard.

"Seal this in the vault, it is a very valuable...artefact." The queen says. The guard takes the claw away, doing as told.


Outside, Xephyr can see a vast, icy tundra, a few polar guardians skating around on the snow.

"Please don't stall, ma'am! You may miss the start of the show!" The water guardian says nervously.

 

Xephyr picks up the pace, nodding.
"Please, pardon my behavior. The last day of a hundred and seventeen thousand year life is... surreal."

 

"That's quite understandable, ma'am." The water guardian says.

Once Xephyr and Myria reach the top of the staircase, they find a door which the water guardian opens for them. Inside, there is a large window looking out to the sky, as well as an icy chair in the middle of the room. Various ice mirrors seem to be positioned around the room, pointed in seemingly random directions.

"You may wish to sit in the chair for the best experience." The water guardian says with a smile.

 

Xephyr nods, sitting down as suggested.

 

About a minute later, Xephyr can see a pretty light show appear in the now night sky through the window. As the light pours into the room, the mirrors reflect it, and coloured figures are formed from it, dancing around the chair in the middle of the room and slowly changing colours.

 

Xephyr watches in awe, entirely forgetting she's about to die for the duration or until she's interrupted.

 

Myria stands out of the way as the light show goes on.

About half an hour later, the show slowly starts to end.

"I can see you enjoyed that." Myria says happily.

 

I mostly keep an eye on Eklir, waiting the night out.

"Okay."
Crystal takes the advice.

 

Xephyr slowly comes back to awareness.
"Yes... that was beautiful. Was that the aurora?"

Eklir doesn't budge throughout the night, one eye closing and the other opening halfway through the night.

Linoa keeps close to Crystal as she flies the pair in.
The buildings are mostly log structures, the town itself feeling fairly quaint.
"Seems like a nice place." She comments.

 

"Yes, this room was designed to perfectly capture it." The water guardian says happily.

"I wanted to make your last moments as happy as possible." Myria says, smiling.

 

Xephyr nods.
"I think I couldn't ask anyone better." She says happily.

 

"I can give you some more time if you wish, but...it's about time you moved on from this world." Myria says calmly, putting a hand on Xephyr's shoulder.

 

She sighs, nodding.
"Y-you promise it won't hurt?"

 

"Not at all." Myria says, honesty in her tone, taking a seed out of her pocket which she throws down in front of Xephyr, growing it into a chair to sit in.

"Give me your hands, or, claws, when you're ready." Myria says, holding out her hands.

 

Xephyr swallows hard before nodding and laying her claws gently on Myria's hands.

 

Myria holds onto Xephyr's claws, giving her a kind gaze. Xephyr slowly starts to feel a lot sleepier as her heart slows, her eyes becoming heavy as she finds it impossible to remain awake. Xephyr slowly drifts into a deep sleep, no pain felt at all as she dies.

A few moments after death, Xephyr finds herself waking up again, slowly being lifted upward. Xephyr seems to be above her body, and a young looking man in a dark cloak holding a scythe seems to be in the room with her. Nobody else seems to notice either the young man or Xephyr, however.

"Hello, Xephyr." The young man says with a calm smile.

 

Xephyr doesn't seem to be able to communicate, lying limp in a sort of stasis. Or, what's stranger, three other draconians looking just like her are there as well.

"You have no right to claim her soul."
"This is not what you are accustomed to."
"The cycle is not yet complete."

 

"I understand customs from different universes may be a little different, but I am just a guide. I do not claim the souls of the desceased, I help them move on. In this case, I was going to return her to your universe." Mortius says calmly.

 

The trio nod, holding hands as Xephyr starts to levitate.
"Make haste. The child is waiting."

 

Mortius activates a red, cog shaped necklace as he attaches a light green crystal to the top of his scythe, cutting open a portal to Xephyr's universe.

Mortius gently takes Xephyr through the portal, arriving where Xephyr was at most peace in her life.