It seemed being on time was something flexible around here- show up, or don’t. Disappear, only to reappear months later. But that was okay – it wasn’t a surprise that the citizens of Beqanna so readily left and returned – such was the way of life. But we all know that the world doesn’t stop spinning when you leave, and that holds true in this case, too. War was on the brink of Beqanna, and war waits for no one.
Eight gives a nod, he knew this was a long time coming. The wall was a great idea in theory, keeps the bad guys out, makes the Valley look intense – you know, that whole thing. “You got it, sister.” At your mention of war, Eight does not flicker – there was the taste of war in the air, a tension thick and mighty. And of course, it helps to be a magician – very little passes by without your knowledge.
“Of course – you know I’ve always been by your side for these sorts of things.” He couldn’t forget, really. Despite all the years he lived and all the fucked up things that he’d done, his very roots were in the little orphan army that you had once started. “ Any word on when this offense will come about?” It was so very easy to claim you wanted war – but making the first move was an entire different ordeal.
“I hear stirrings that the Amazons will be against us as well, perhaps? And who knows who will stand beside them.” With the Amazons, usually came the Tundra. And lord knows the Deserts would quite easily throw their lot in beside the Gates. Oddly enough, even with the thought of most of Beqanna against the darker side, there was little fear or trepidation in Eight (and of all the other Chamberlings and Valley-goers, he was sure). “I’m wherever you need me with whatever. Just let me know.” Ah, the nonchalance of living forever.
As he finished speaking – he tipped his head towards the outlines of the Valley – just in time for you to see the last flickering flames being sucked into the ground below us. The land underneath rumbled slightly, causing trees to shake and a quiver to run up Eight’s body. It was as If the Valley had eaten the fire into the pit of her belly and was bellowing for more. “As you wished.”