Re: Part 64c - Beyond Myras
As she waits for Devlin to show Berd the way, Cyan closes her dull, jade eyes, searching the broken fragments of her memories. Each time, she pulls them closer together. Each time more of them fuse - sometimes improperly, but mostly in their right places and times. The patchwork of her life becomes more coherent, a half-finished puzzle she skims, hunting for connections. Berd assists, showing her one.
The Orbs. The dead world where...where I was lost. A giant form, barely visible through a screaming storm, miles high with so very, many mouths...
The bard shudders. "Where we first met Aaron," she whispers. Her eyes snap open and she nods to her father. "Yes."
Her voice rises slightly to include the others. "The Orbs, the Gatherer, the world with the strange machine to which we travelled from the land of the Brintizzi. This world, with its wounded circle. All the same. All attempts, some similar, some different, to bleed the life from a world, to make of it a void, an empty space...." Her lips thin. "Something the Archons can manipulate, perhaps. We know they wish to make the Myriad Spheres their own. We know of the line of Breaks, stretching from Pole to Pole. This is another of them - one of their attempts. Perhaps an early one. Perhaps one of the earliest, when the Seraphim had only just realized the potential."
Perhaps, she muses, the first one, where the Seraphim stumbled across this method of altering a world. Crude...slow...time flows differently throughout the spheres. This might well have been their prototype.