(Between Worlds) strange aeons

[lefthandedsidhe]

Free at last.

The plan succeeded.

The little spark is gone, and I remain. My heart remains.

Yet, the rest i could have forseen . . . such power, such glory . . .

Oh, but this way lies madness. There is no wisdom in this and much folly, but my choices are no longer entirely my own. Will Death come at last if this ploy fails?

It must not fail.

And I am

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[songbird9]

Well, since no one else is addressing this, I suppose I'll take it upon myself to snark at the ominous villain post. Past experience tells me that the proper way for a Refugee to respond to this is to talk big and posture, so... here we go.

Hi Mal. Been a while. How's tricks? Sounds like stuff's going well for you.
So how's this gonna go down? A battle of epic proportions across a wasteland world, magical fireworks, dragon transformations, all that? I'm sure if you give us a time and a place, we won't let you down.

[lefthandedsidhe]

Transformation requires a change of state. It is impossible for me to transform into a dragon.

A wasteland world . . . it has been done too many times. I am not so lost to myself that I will not seek some originality.

But the rest, certainly, child. A time and a place for all things.

The time shall be when the Mother's shadow kisses the light, and the light is shadowed by it. The place could be no where else but the arms of that same Mother, in the place where a mother's blood has been shed. Am I clear enough for you, little bird?

[songbird9]

Not a bit.

I always say I love riddles. Never said I was any good at them.
The first bit sounds like an eclipse, but I may be taking it too literally.

[shadowchaser]

*blows a raspberry*