Khaeris had wandered away from the beach parties for now. She’d be back, but some quiet space in the brush up near the jungle was perfect for a recharge moment. She had on a big straw sun hat with a purple ribbon that trailed down her back and a gauzy coverup over her bikini bottom. Part of her wished for a little more protection from the scratching of the various jungle plants, but at least her bug repellant seemed to be working. And the sand was still behaving, mostly.
She smiled on seeing her destination. Trollish ruins were peeking through dense vegetation and had been piquing Khaeris’s curiosity. For a while Khaeris walked around imagining what might have been there. An archway had one leg long gone, but the other was proudly reaching up taller than any elvish height. Khaeris imagined the arch welcomed her into a garden. She could see hints of planned cultivation in the spacing of some of the roots peeking up from the dirt.
She wondered on the years of growth that had brought the wall to this tumble-down state. Faces were carved into the stone of all sorts, the artistry undeniable and stirring. Had these been Darkspear ruins not-that-old? Older Zandalari ruins?
Things had gone wild, but the structure’s beauty and intelligence could still be seen. Stones fitted together without mortar where they still stood, yet vines with heavy flowers pried them apart in places even now. No one had worked or lived here in many years, but it was impossible for Khaeris to know if it was hundreds or simply a few decades. Either way, the place had grown quiet and restful, and in some time yet to come, it would likely settle in for a long sleep beneath new dirt.
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Present day, in the final moments of one man’s broken timeway…
A seed planted in the heart, a kernel of loss, festering with the sting of failure and warmed by pain unceasing, could never bloom into anything other than what had to come, Luminash was certain of it.
The magister had projected himself through the timeways once before, when the walls were weakest, when the infinitely branching paths Azeroth could have taken collapsed and bled through. Every timeway felt the ripples of what the Infinites were attempting in the “true” timeline, the disturbances, the fraying of threads, and the ability to simply slip through.
He waited, standing silently in the shade of one of Thaldraszus many crags, an illusion woven around himself to keep him safe from prying eyes. The focusing crystals draped over his robes blazed from within with the sickly violet of shadowflame, and his exposed skin was charred and cracked. It still did not feel like his own skin, stretched tight by scarring every time he flexed his fingers, yet what was left for him? An empty life, living in a world built on a teetering tower of the Titan’s lies?
Beside him, a woman, skin utterly pallid, robes the deepest black – matching her hair – and inlaid in silver, the colors of the Infinite dragonflight. When Caeridormi had revealed she was no Bronze interested in aiding the magister’s growth, he had balked. But only briefly. She offered him too much, an opportunity he could scarcely allow to pass by.
“Are you prepared, Luminash?” she asked, “When the timeways converge again, we will make our move. There will be no turning back when the moment arrives.” She examined the clawed gauntlets covering her hands, their silver catching the light.
“I am,” he replied. His heart was in his throat. It was one thing to have spoken with his other self. His true self, he repeated in his mind. That was the life he should have, the one he deserved. In the “true” timeline, none of this pain existed. Soon, he would be himself again.
When he stepped through, he would be home again. He would take back his life. The seed of pain had grown, and the world that had let him suffer so much would witness a bloom of ruin.
Lord-Commander Vushant collapsed to one knee, as embers licked at his body! "Argh…! So… much… power!"
"Commander!" Cried out Ishami the Moon Maiden, rushing over to his side! "Stellar winds of hope, wash over thee!" Her magick leapt from her staff and surrounded the paladin, allowing him to slowly rise back to his feet; despite closing his wounds he was still out of breath and could barely focus!
"Hahahahaha!!!" The portal yawned wide and out stepped the Demon King himself! Wreathed in flames he threw his head back and laughed, reveling in his victory! "The air here… it is sweet! Fresh! The perfect place for my hellish minions to dominate and destroy! After I defeat you two FOOLS there will be nobody left that can stop me from burning Eorzea to ASH! BWAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!"
"You'll never win! I can repel your armies with my majestic moon magick!" Ishami waved her staff in the air before slamming it down into the ground between her feet! "There! Now you can no longer summon your minions!"
The Demon King sneered while he stepped forward. "Bah! Your pathetic spells are no match for my evil!"
"Yes they are!"
"NO they are NOT!"
"Yeah-huh!"
"NUH-UH!"
Vushant placed a hand on her shoulder and quickly decided to play the mediator. "Okay how about this… your magick can stop Samson from summoning his army but barely, so we have to defeat him super quickly!" Both Ishami and Samson rubbed at their chins in quiet contemplation, before eventually nodding in agreement.
"Bah!" The Demon King barked, starting over. "Your precious moon can only hold back my power for so long! You two cannot hope to defeat me by yourselves! Hahahaaa!"
Lord-Commander Vushant raised his shield and puffed out his chest. "If we can just buy a little more time…"
"FRET NOT, FELLOW HEROES!" All three looked to the north and saw a silhouette in the glaring sunlight! "For I have come to answer your call! Let us seal this wicked devil in the accursed pit he crawled out from!" He bent at the knees until he was squatting, before launching himself with his Miqo'te strength, doing a front flip before landing beside Vushant and Ishami!
"Cool…!" All three of them cooed, gazing in awe of his blazing crimson outfit!
"My name is Berserker Wolf Nolas! Guardian of the Radiant Dawn and Warrior of Light!" He raised his fist into the air before pounding it against his chest! "All evildoers beware! The Wolf has your scent! AWOOOOOOOO!!!"
Demon King Samson pointed his sword at Nolas and channeled his aether into the blade! "So you like fire, do you?! Well feel my wrath! Hellmaw Inferno Blaaaast!" Vushant had just enough time to raise his shield and create a barrier of light to protect himself and the Moon Maiden! As the searing flames of the hells subsided, they peeked out from behind the blackened shield to see Nolas unharmed! "Hey! That's not fair! I got you!" Cried out Samson in protest! "My flames devour all!"
"My Ferocious Deity cloak protects me from all fire attacks, holy, hellish, or otherwise!" He proclaimed, dusting some ash off his shoulder! "You will have to take me down with steel! Now it's our turn! Ultra Mega Vortex Punch!!!" Nolas took a step forward before vanishing into thin air, reappearing right in front of the Demon King in a blink of an eye!
"He's fast-!"
The Demon King lowered his claymore to block, cushioning a deadly blow that sent a gust of wind so strong that it stripped the bark off the trees behind him! "Raging Wolf Kick!" The Berserker flipped upside down for a handstand and spun his feet around to slam into the Demon King's impenetrable armor! Before he had a chance to attack a third time, Nolas’ ankle was grabbed and he was yanked off the ground, only to be whipped back down to smash his head hard against the dirt! “GRAVEROBBER GUILLOTINE!” All Nolas could do was cover his face and brace himself for that giant flaming claymore to come crashing down upon him!
“Sentinel Shield!” Out from his left came Vushant, shoulder-checking the Demon King before he could finish off his new friend! He reached down and hoisted the Berserker Wolf to his feet! “Shake it off! We stand and fight as ONE!”
“Come on!” Taunted the Demon King! “Leap feet first into your deaths!”
Vushant didn’t need to be told twice. He raised his shield and lead the charge, keeping his shortsword safely behind him while he did his best to keep the villainous fiend’s attention! Nolas dashed fast and low– sprinting on all fours off to the side in order to search for his opening! Ishami, however, remained stationary, clasping her hands together and beginning her muttering chant to empower her spell; the Demon King was too strong to destroy, of that she was certain– but perhaps the day was not lost just yet!
“Ward of Winter!”
“Worldcleaver!”
“Feral Fang Fist!”
“Hammer of Justice!”
“Tornado Toss!”
“Belching Hellfire Barrage!”
“Howling Blizzard Slash!”
“Ribsunder Punch!”
“SOUL RENDER!”
“SHIELD OF LIGHT!”
“SEISMIC SLAPDOWN!”
Blow for blow, strike for strike, no matter how crazy the names for their attacks became, they could only break even against the crushing might of the Demon King! The land was cleaved in twain and drenched with hellfire, the sky turned black from his swelling evil power! Both Vushant and Nolas were hanging on by a thread, pushing beyond mortal limits just to keep this fiendish foe busy! “WILL OF THE DAMNED!!!” The Demon King drove his sword into the scorched earth and sent forth a blistering wave of sweltering heat, knocking both his opponents flying back! “A-HA! I TOLD YOU MY POWER WAS UNMATCHED! NOW PREPARE TO DIIIIEEE!”
“NOW OR NEVER MOON MAIDEN!” Vushant shouted, using the last of his strength to grab hold of Nolas to pin him down!
“SUPER LUNAR ECLIPTIC COLLAAAAAPSE!” She shot her hands up into the sky, ripping a hole into their dimension in the shape of a half moon! As the crescent sucked up air and rocks alike, the Demon King clung to his claymore still stuck in the ground and held on for dear life– but white runes started to crawl across his face and arms!
“WHAT?! NOOOO!!!!” He bellowed, feeling his feet rising up from underneath him. “CURSE YOU, MOON MAIDEN! DEFEATED BY MERE MORTALS?! THIS IS NOT OVER…! I SHALL HAVE…! MY…! REVEEEEENGE!” The burning claymore broke free of the earth and the Demon King was hurled into the portal, spinning and screaming with rage and hatred for all mortals! “I’LL BE BAAAACK!”
“Nolas!” Called out a familiar voice, snapping the children out of their vivid imaginations. “It’s sundown, so you know what that means! Avanta and Mom are getting up, so come inside and wash up for dinner!”
“Yes Dad!” Nolas’ heart was still pounding from play, his tail wiggling wildly as he looked to his friends. “Okay… I have to go eat…”
“Awww…” Samson kicked at the grass, still clinging to his ‘claymore’ which was little more than a big stick he found on his way here. “It’s sundown already?! I’ll never make it home in time before my parents start looking for me… oh man… I’m so dead!”
“Cool moves, Nolas.” Vushant kept his hand on the wooden sword his father made him a few days ago, but his other hand reached out to place on the young Miqo’te’s shoulder. “Everyone had really good names! I need to work on mine tonight…”
Ishami came trotting up to Nolas as he turned to leave. “Wait! Where did you get that cool outfit?! I really like the flames!”
“O-oh… my father made it for me. He’s a Weaver– and a really good one.”
Her eyes lit up with excitement. “D-do you think he could make me something too?! I need better robes…!”
“Me too!” Cried out Samson, still not hurrying home. “My Demon King outfit needs more pizazz! More oomph, you know?!”
“I could use a real cape…” Mused Vushant, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully.
Nervously Nolas rubbed at the back of his head, not entirely sure his dad even had the time to make so many outfits, especially for free. Unwilling to neither squash their hopes nor lie to them, he scrambled to reach a middle ground by saying, “I uhh… I’ll ask him and see if he can! But he’s really busy so…”
“Nolas?!” His father called again, slightly more impatient. “Hurry up!”
“C-coming!” And with that he turned around and scurried down the road back to his house, only sparing Ishami an infatuated second glance to see her smiling and waving at him while he ran.
