#aeonyr

The sound of the walls collapsing around her broke her concentration, compounded by nothing less than The Great Dark Beyond expanding beyond sight, adrift in an infinity.

And aloft in the stars with her was a dragon. Of a size nearly to rival the Aspects, and with shimmering dark scales the likes of which she had never seen. Black, not like Father, but like the very abyss in which they were suspended.

“I am afraid it is that time again.”

She knew that voice, but she did not know this dragon. Though was it friend or foe? How –

“Doubtless you have questions. You always do. But you, as ever, are best suited to answer.”

Another figure emerged, filling into existence from blue light and black sands. The figure of another Dracthyr, clad in the same shimmering scales as the dragon. But this one was hurt. Mortally struck, a wound ran through their chest, through which the other side could be seen.

But their face betrayed no pain, only resolution. Their face - her own face - begged trust, and a hand was offered out to her.

And what else was there to do but to take it?

Everything that this Dracthyr had been flowed into her - back into her. This had always been who she was, after all. The invisible hand of fate; rectifier of history's mistakes. Death would have been an absurd reason to have stopped.

“I am myself again, Chrono-Lord.” She announced, her voice reverberating, echoing. As it always had. “I will continue the work.”

Newly-blackened talons rent through the fabric of the ether, a portal opening in their wake. A glance over her shoulder was enough to confirm Deios’ acknowledgement, and she cast herself back through the timeways.

So much more was yet to be done to bring about the true timeline.