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!2he8cbHXgM 09/10/11(Sat)23:34 No.16254205>>16254140
As she turns the corner by the edge of the district, she hears a cry from above. Looking up, she sees a large bronze bell falling from it's tower, the haphazardly hammered in clamps that held it in place torn free by it's movement. There's just enough time for her to crouch down before the bell lands on top of her, trapping her inside it. After a few moments of cursing Horek, she hears a muffled reassurance that help is coming soon. She waits, and after a minute passes by the ground starts to shake, the bell shivering slightly. A sensation she felt once, a decade before, fills her, loss and grief. She shoos it away. She's just scared. It can't be it. Impossible. Another minute or so later, the shaking stops, and the bell seems to just turn into ash.
The girl called Akasha stands up, and gazes upon the Fallen City of Netalia.
She stumbles forward, her steps changing into a mad dash. Her eyes stare blindly, the sights incomprehensible. The Astronomer's Spire falls in the distance. She doesn't see it. Towers, bridges and buildings float in the air above, drifting on unseen winds. She doesn't see them. Eldritch lights of green, yellow and red play high in the sky, and the smell of lightning fills her nose. She couldn't care less.
The streets are empy as she bounds through them, kicking piles of ash up. She stops dead as she sees the empty Market, and looks down on the three stools, one of them empty, two other occupied by dark grey dust. Something sticks out of one of them, and she picks it up, hands shaking. It's half of a pipe, some of the silver rings still on the dark wood.
She drops to her knees, clutching it at her chest. What could she do? What could anyone do? |
