Ā It BURNED. Frozen restraints born of dwarf stars wrapped about her limbs. Restrained her at the joints, dragged her toward eternal imprisonment.
Ā Ā Ā āLET ME GO! LET ME GO, LET ME GO, ITāS MINE, IāM NOT DONE!ā There was still work to be done, lives to be consumed, empires to raze and reform! IT COULDNāT END LIKE THIS! Foaming at the mouth, reduced to a squealing hatchling, beggingĀ to be released to continue her selfish romp across the stars?
Ā Ā Ā āPLEASE! PL- PLEASE, LET ME GO! LET ME G-REHGMPH!ā A chain found its way across her maw, digging into the soft flesh of her lips, grindingĀ against her teeth. Tears stained with mascara burned linesĀ down her cheeks. Was this how it was meant to end? She had wanted so much more, she could have been so much MORE!
Ā AnaāHira Sābyll-Breed of Satriani.
Ā Ā YOU WANT IT ALL.
A voice. A calling. Torn from the battery of another, sent careening through space and causality, to wind up on the finger of someone who did not needĀ it, but wanted itĀ all the same. The explosion of energy from her conscription destroyed her bonds, lifted her upright and burned the very cosmos around her with a sunfire orange.
Ā Ā Welcome to the Orange Lantern Corps.
