[open quest] Part Two: The Investigation

[Famkee]

Death and magic, both on the edges of sharing the same sovereign importance that life is to be appreciated while it lasts. Without death, there is no magic to hold the gift of rebirth. Everything's changing, moving, as it should, stagnant flesh can never evolve, and maybe that's why she chose this path, plunging into the portal for a new sense of purpose. Solitary ways make for bitter minds, and even harsher souls. This is what she'd become, a shell of what she once was, and now wether or not she could ever forget her past, her mistakes, this opportunity brought her salvation in the disguise of war. She'd tried everything to escape the clutches of war, after all it was and always would be a part of her. Being a solider, conflict was that of her beating heart, a duty to be fulfilled. This is no different she thinks, aiding in the strife of a land she now called her new home. But what help could she offer being so freshly acclimated to the soil, perhaps an extra set of hooves, a wandering mind to pinpoint the cause of the wreckage. Being a tool of battle wasn't new to her, and if this is what she could offer, Famkee might get her way after all.

Whirlwinds of clouds carry her, thankful of the sprite hovering just above guiding her and what appears to be many others on this journey. She can see all of them in their many shapes and sizes, each like her, counseled by the soft glow of a sprite. It's warm, the gentle radiance the sprites bring an for a fleeting moment she feels safe in the company despite the circumstances that slowly manifest before her. Did the others walk through the abyss like her, all governed by the land and its shores of demise? Do they know why? They must know more than her, or do they? Carnage is displayed in what seems to be a homicide of a memory, it wasn't reality, perhaps a reflection of the past being shown to them. She grasps to it tightly, the thought that this wasn't real. It was real though, and the feelings the death before her sets a hollow nostalgia deep in her chest. Winged and finned creatures of the sky and the waves of the seas, a pattern it seems as she recollects the fallen souls left to rot on the shore. This hostility between the two, suppressed magic, cast it's hate onto the land and destroyed what was left. 

Another familiar sight, though the ruins stand strong here, unlike her brief visit not so long ago meeting another troubled soul along the way. She watches the ghosts of the past as they pass through her, subject to the magic making her only an observer, helpless, worthless in her scrutiny. Broken bones, broken spirits litter the soil and for the mare, this is all too familiar. Ones who haven't experienced the gore and destruction might cower, but this is the truth of existence, without one or the other, no balance could be achieved. This is the way she sees it, though she might differ in her values, there's no denying the spell this war has created. The weather seems to match the collapse of peace, raining down with malice, blocks of hail beat the backs of those who fought so viscously. She's killed many, not without purpose, but what is a war without purpose? Ill intent, separate beliefs, control, power, lust for dominance. Parasitic demons of the mind fueling the fall of kingdoms, but what was the cause, what was the solution? 

A part of her wants to walk away, she has no knowledge or business of this matter. The others who had dwelled in Beqanna far before she arrived could piece this together far quicker, but as a new member she feels obligated, stretched to figure out why, or else it might be too late and she would join the fallen souls that make a mess of the past. It's a choice she struggles with, watching the faces of the others who witness. The sprites speak, and she's reminded again that this isn't some dream she'll wake from. These magical beings of this universe need our help? She doesn't know what gifts the others posses, but she feels so small, simple. She is but blood and bone, no otherworldly talent graces her, no special ability other than this very scene. Experience with bloodshed, friends with the blood that coats the earth. She speaks, though it's soft, unsure almost. "Every war has a reason behind it's annihilation," She pauses, trying to decipher the courage to continue, it shows on her face, overwhelming in its uncertainty. Couldn't they see the beginning, these mythical beings, go back to the start of where this all began? "Perhaps there's an underlying motive, something... alien." If something so simple as political differences wasn't clear then something more malicious hid underneath the cloak of dissolution. She doesn't know really who she's talking to, perhaps the sprites, maybe the others can chime in in their questions. "Maybe an influence, some sort of magic clouded the minds of these foes, making them hate one another." What were they capable of showing her? Was there an ends to what could be seen? "Can you see into their minds, something that's manipulating their actions?" She doesn't know if she sounded deluded, but frankly she doesn't seem to care, any possibility can be shown and brought into the light and she's willing to take any chance that she might, could be right.            

if my heart is in your hands will i die

Famkee