Something incredible to happen? Has that not already taken place? Their world ate its own heart and shit out this new place. The fact that Beqanna came to live and destroyed itself was incredible enough and yet Hellbane proceeds to ask. Victarian blinks slowly and regards the stallion. ”I think plenty has happened to satisfy anyone,” his voice is raspy from neglect and much deeper than he remembers. It almost startles him, but he masks it well enough behind stone. His eyes, a deep red, are flames reaching out for Hellbane when their gazes meet. They crackle in intrigue as his head tilts just barely. ”Victarian.”
It has been years since he has introduced himself (has he actually had any social interaction?). The sensation of his name on his tongue is unusual, but exhilarating. Victarian, he muses, and he remembers when mother said it for the first time with the sweetest smile on her face. When he blinks he sees her emerald eyes peering down at him and drinking in the sight of him. They were beautiful together while it lasted, but then she saw father again and suddenly everything changed. Victarian became nothing to her, but he never tried to force himself back into her life. What happened to her, he isn’t sure, but it made him wary of magic.
Perhaps that’s why this new Beqanna – The After – amuses him so much. Those who had gloated about their powers have been reduced to nothing. They are mortal, they are normal. They can’t possess anyone and they can’t overcome them unfairly. Suddenly, with this new world set before them they are on equal playing grounds.
And so Victarian doesn’t wonder how powerful (or how weak) Hellbane is. They are equals; they are comrades in this bland but new world where the magic has been harvested on a mountain peak. ”I suppose there is still something interesting to watch,” his eyes flash toward the field again and a grim smile plays across his lips, ”The former magics scrambling in their mortality.”
Victarian
just because we check the guns at the door
doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades