town of Berion. That was recently destroyed, and no one seems to know how despite everyone in the town being right there when it happened. So it goes without saying that I am rather curious to how you got here.”
“I wish I knew myself. One moment I was at the back of my foster home, trying to figure out where everyone had up and vanished to, and next I was in that field of flowers with you breathing on me,” Sybl said.
Cirrus laughed as he pulled the memory of her fainting from the sight of Lintrance and sent it right back to the front of her thoughts. “I already said that I didn’t want to scare you, nor could I take to my human form on the field of our enemies. You’re lucky to be alive. Awl’s don’t usually take particular interest in someone unless they wish to kill them.”
“It was a creepy cat, not an owl.”
Cirrus was left confused for a moment as she compared the Fate weaver to a small bird in her mind. “Awls are servants of Hino, from your world. They are demons; half evil spirits and half usually of a human-like body. They have souls because of their god, and as such are also enemies of the Great Dragon, Aragmoth. They can cause a great deal of Animus destruction in a short amount of time.”
“What’s Animus?”
“Spiritual Thread that makes it possible for Ancients and Eminor to exist on Aster. When they utilize it, they can become a solid form. When they have a host, they can use it much more easily, as that energy is more densely channeled,” Cirrus explained.
“So you couldn’t be a dragon on Earth?”
“We could, but from the stories of how my father returned from your world from trying it, I can only imagine it’s exhausting and extremely dangerous. It wasn’t easy from what I’ve heard to patch him up.”
Sybl browsed through the cards that included several memberships and a birth certificate, before handing them back to him.
“Come, there’s more to show you.” Cirrus put the cards back in the box before returning it to the shelf. Then he headed out from the room with her following.
They walked for a few minutes more before the small hallways opened to a much wider and higher cavern of a hall, or what might have been an impressive one once. The pillars and white stone that had fallen all about made it look more like a catastrophe of rubble now. But what caught her interest the most was the white stone slabs near the end of it.
Sybl walked over to them and climbed over a few, before stopping on an elevated platform of the same stone that had survived for the most part. “What happened here?”
Cirrus looked at her for a while after he caught up, as if expecting her to know already. “Six months ago, our enemies, being the pluma like you saw at the Canyon, invaded these Caverns and brought the Fay Wall down. This was where we used to shelter our daorans and young.”
“That must have been horrible. But how do a bunch of winged cats do all this?”
“It was our first encounter with the Aeger, which is a sickness that drives the more simpler Ancients and Eminor out of control. They didn’t feel pain, and they didn’t stop until they had what they came for which was the lives of our most innocent. This Wall was considered to be a bone of Aragmoth, but as strong as it was, it didn’t stand a chance against a hundred plumas. They cut the life Threads to it and sent it crumbling down. We went back for vengeance, and although we killed most of them, we lost our Prince to the monsters.” Cirrus didn’t say anything more as he headed back the way they came and changed direction towards a strong wind coming from somewhere.
Sybl caught her hair as a blast of it blew her back before she could enter the next place Cirrus did. She caught the side of the rough wall and pulled herself into the room, before looking across to the abyss of the chasm that cut into the mountain. Then she looked at the giant holes
“I wish I knew myself. One moment I was at the back of my foster home, trying to figure out where everyone had up and vanished to, and next I was in that field of flowers with you breathing on me,” Sybl said.
Cirrus laughed as he pulled the memory of her fainting from the sight of Lintrance and sent it right back to the front of her thoughts. “I already said that I didn’t want to scare you, nor could I take to my human form on the field of our enemies. You’re lucky to be alive. Awl’s don’t usually take particular interest in someone unless they wish to kill them.”
“It was a creepy cat, not an owl.”
Cirrus was left confused for a moment as she compared the Fate weaver to a small bird in her mind. “Awls are servants of Hino, from your world. They are demons; half evil spirits and half usually of a human-like body. They have souls because of their god, and as such are also enemies of the Great Dragon, Aragmoth. They can cause a great deal of Animus destruction in a short amount of time.”
“What’s Animus?”
“Spiritual Thread that makes it possible for Ancients and Eminor to exist on Aster. When they utilize it, they can become a solid form. When they have a host, they can use it much more easily, as that energy is more densely channeled,” Cirrus explained.
“So you couldn’t be a dragon on Earth?”
“We could, but from the stories of how my father returned from your world from trying it, I can only imagine it’s exhausting and extremely dangerous. It wasn’t easy from what I’ve heard to patch him up.”
Sybl browsed through the cards that included several memberships and a birth certificate, before handing them back to him.
“Come, there’s more to show you.” Cirrus put the cards back in the box before returning it to the shelf. Then he headed out from the room with her following.
They walked for a few minutes more before the small hallways opened to a much wider and higher cavern of a hall, or what might have been an impressive one once. The pillars and white stone that had fallen all about made it look more like a catastrophe of rubble now. But what caught her interest the most was the white stone slabs near the end of it.
Sybl walked over to them and climbed over a few, before stopping on an elevated platform of the same stone that had survived for the most part. “What happened here?”
Cirrus looked at her for a while after he caught up, as if expecting her to know already. “Six months ago, our enemies, being the pluma like you saw at the Canyon, invaded these Caverns and brought the Fay Wall down. This was where we used to shelter our daorans and young.”
“That must have been horrible. But how do a bunch of winged cats do all this?”
“It was our first encounter with the Aeger, which is a sickness that drives the more simpler Ancients and Eminor out of control. They didn’t feel pain, and they didn’t stop until they had what they came for which was the lives of our most innocent. This Wall was considered to be a bone of Aragmoth, but as strong as it was, it didn’t stand a chance against a hundred plumas. They cut the life Threads to it and sent it crumbling down. We went back for vengeance, and although we killed most of them, we lost our Prince to the monsters.” Cirrus didn’t say anything more as he headed back the way they came and changed direction towards a strong wind coming from somewhere.
Sybl caught her hair as a blast of it blew her back before she could enter the next place Cirrus did. She caught the side of the rough wall and pulled herself into the room, before looking across to the abyss of the chasm that cut into the mountain. Then she looked at the giant holes
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