[Warning: Omniscient POV]
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The forest had gone deathly silent.
Violet laid in the dirt, her body broken beyond recognition, her mind fragnting into pieces that no longer fit together properly. Blood pooled beneath her, dark and thick, mixing with the soil.
Her remaining arm twitched uselessly at her side. The jagged torn gap where her shoulder and arm had been continued to pour out blood in rhythmic spurts that matched her failing heartbeat.
She should have been dead already.
Perhaps she was, and this was simply the final firing of neurons before complete shutdown. Maybe this was what dying felt like, a slow dissolution of self, thought by thought, until nothing remained but at and bone.
’What kind of sick ga is this?’
The thought surfaced through the haze of pain with surprising clarity.
’What cruel, twisted entity looked at my life and decided, yes, this one deserves more suffering?’
She had died once already. She rembered it with perfect, horrible clarity, and then she had woken here, thinking perhaps she had been given a second chance.
What a joke.
’And for what?’
Even as her life force dwindled, and her thoughts drifted, she relentless beat and thrashed at the writhing force within her.
’This whole thing is aningless.’
’All of it.’
She sat up, unaware of the mumbling rant of her thoughts she was beginning to blurt out in hoarse whispers.
Inside her broken body, sothing was changing.
Another force joined the lunar and solar energies that had been rattling around inside her, and it fought for dominance. Dominance to not even unite those two energies but to completely consu them.
Every other fusion was inferior.
This was the only solution.
She stumbled to her feet.
’Everything is wretched.’
’The whole lot of them.’
All her pain had rged into one overwhelming sensation that her mind had simply stopped processing.
’This needs to end,’ she decided. ’All of it. This stupid, aningless, cruel ga. It needs to end right now.’
White silver light began to stream through her veins, visible beneath her skin. Then a golden radiance followed, and these two colours pulsed. Silver flashed across her skin, then gold, then silver, then gold. Again and again, and again.
The pulsing glow between both colours beca a rhythm that matched her rising heartbeat, forcing life back into a body that had been on the brink of death.
Behind her, sothing was building. A vast presence was building up. The air itself seed to thicken and shimr to the extent that the hairs on her head seed to stand on end.
The pendant she had dropped lay in the blood-soaked earth, and from it, a swirling column of light erupted. White, silver and gold drifted to the building presence behind her, solidifying and letting it take shape.
The light morphed into a large wolf.
It towered over Violet’s broken form, nearly rising as high as the trees, its sheer presence so overwhelming that the very air seed to press down under its weight.
Silver fur caught the glowing light from her body, and each strand started to glow with its own internal radiance. Golden markings spread through its silver fur in intricate patterns. The very language of the sun, moon, and sothing of hers, made flesh and fur.
The wolf’s eyes matched Violet’s, burning with a brilliance the landed on the young woman. And Violet, still mumbling incoherently, didn’t notice any of it.
Her eyes started to glow. One gold and the other silver like two stars burning in the dark.
Golden and silver sparks crackled, dancing across her wounds.
A few ters away, Darnel stood frozen.
He had killed the Righg that had attacked him. It lay at his feet, throat torn out, its strange blood coating his muzzle. He had been about to return to finish what he had started with Violet when a disastrous sensation crashed over him like a physical force.
Terror, pure and absolute, had locked every muscle in his body.
And now he couldn’t move.
His eyes, wide and unblinking, tracked the impossible sight before him. The girl who should have been dead. The broken, bleeding oga who had been nothing but entertaining prey was now glowing.
Her body pulsed with light that alternated between silver, pure white, and gold. With each pulse of light, her wounds began to close. Slowly at first, then faster.
The gaping hole in her shoulder sealed itself, new flesh knitting together to close small wounds and generate a new arm.
Her hair had begun to rise on its own, floating around her head as if she were subrged in water, and then, she was mumbling.
The massive spectral wolf looming over the girl turned its dual-coloured eyes towards him.
Darnel’s bladder released.
He tried to move, tried to run, tried to do anything, but his body refused every command. He could only stand there, shaking, as primal terror older than thought locked him in place.
Violet’s mumbling stopped.
For a mont, the forest held its breath.
Then she spoke, her voice clear and low and carrying a resonance that seed to co from sowhere far deeper than her physical body.
"This aningless rubbish will end."
Her feet slowly hovered off the ground she slowly rose to the air. Her restored arm rose to sweep out in a wide arc that encompassed the entire forest.
Silence fell.
Not the absence of sound, but the presence of sothing that consud sound, that swallowed it before it could even begin.
The Righg whose organs had been trailing down its side was stiff in the distance, transfixed by the phenonon happening before it, oblivious to its coming fate.
A pillar of brilliant white light suddenly erupted from its body.
The light shot up in a straight column into the darkened sky, rising so high that it seed to touch the eclipsed sun itself. Within the pillar of light, the creature’s body slowly disintegrated. A screeching cry erupted from the pillar that Darnel soon realised was the Righg’s death wail and Violet’s outraged scream.
The two outcries rged into one terrible expression of finality.
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