[private] I know I need us more than I need me // Reign

[Reign]

I can't remember what life was like before I walked across galaxies, before I learned to hide behind the starlight; it's cold here, empty, the sound of the two great beasts clashing together lost in the vacuum of the great black void. I should be dead. I should not be here to see this. He tore me to pieces when he remembered what he was and who he served. I could not reach him. No one could reach him. Not even Mother, as pretty and perfect as she was.

Mother didn't matter to him now.
I didn't matter to him.

My brother didn't matter.

Not once he remembered.
And then Caw came.

Begging, pleading, pretty please don't let her die, don't let anymore of them die—

I guess someone, or something, was listening. They must've been. Because here I am hiding behind the stars, the sole witness to a war that would never quite end. A war that waged on and on in the heavens, beyond Beqanna, past their moon and stars and solar system. They destroyed other worlds in their wake, oblivious even to the planets they annihilated all in the name of their Gods. Good and Evil. Light and Dark.

'Please let me go home, please...'

Someone, or something, was still listening.
All I needed to do to call upon their magic was ask.

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It's dark in the forest. The sunlight fades faster here, as if the night creatures themselves were willing it away. The leaves snuff it out, smothering it, until the last little ray has admitted defeat and retreated further back towards the mountains and the hills. I've never been out after dark on my own, not as far as I can remember. I would be wrapped around my brother at this point, tucked in close to our Mother, while Father stood guard over the den outside.

Safe and warm.

I long for their warmth, I realize. Especially when my skin ripples and my black scales take its place for a moment longer than I like. Father had admonished me for it many times, he told me I needed to control it. But how does one control something like that, though? How does anyone control the monster lurking below the surface? Especially when they don't necessarily... want to.

My black tongue flicks out from between my teeth, tasting the air—searching for something familiar, but all I taste is blood. Hm. I pause, one little feathered hoof dangling precariously in the air as I consider changing direction. It tastes good, whatever it is, my mouth is practically watering and my pupils have no doubt turned to slits. Some of my relatives call it disturbing. I call them boring. It's the frustrated squeal that makes up my mind for me, though.

I'm less hungry now, more curious, as I slowly make my way through the brush and poke my crooked horn and head out from under a full bramble of blackberries. I'm afraid of him, at first, and I do not know why. There's something about the way that the stars engulf him, something about the starts. My heart skips a beat. I want to run, I need to run—the stars, something about the stars...

"I—" I can't breathe, holy fuck I can't breathe. My nostrils flare, my yellow eyes are wide, I don't know where I am or why I'm here but I want my mother, dear god. I. Want. My. Mother. "Please don't take me back there," I sob, my legs buckling beneath me. I curl in on myself, away from his starlight, away from all that might hurt me, and I stay tucked in my little ball for what feels like forever.


tldr; Tarnished and Caw were teleported to space to wage heavenly war in the name of Carnage and Cordis, they might come back one day. They might not. Cordis returned Reign to Beqanna as a child, Reign spent a little time in space recuperating after being murdered by Tarnished. She doesn't really remember it but has some... hidden issues? Because of it.