It was such a small thing. Such a little, insignificant thing. And yet it was what had held this entire world together? This place that she'd known since childhood. This place that had spat on her, that had time and time again showed that everyone despised her. The only person who had ever shown her any care, now, had even treated her with horror just hours ago. And for what? Because she thought she could do better? Because she thought she could make something better?
It had been lies all along, hadn't it?
The light twisted in her hand. Such a simple, pure-looking thing... staring at it, she could hardly believe that it was the core of such a rotten world.
But that was why she had taken it, wasn't it? She'd take it away from here. And she'd make something new. Something for everyone who had suffered. Something that would never allow such horrible treatment to happen again. And she'd make everyone who had ever wronged her, hurt her, everyone who had ever looked her in the eye and told her how despised she was, she was going to make them all pay for it.
Even Charmeine.
Zuriel could hear her sister calling to her, pleading to her, but she didn't listen. With a single blow of her sword, she tore a hole in the fabric of reality. Without a moment's pause she passed through it.
Nothing Charmeine could say to her any longer would stop her.
She'd gather whoever she needed to. From all different worlds.
She'd make her utopia. Even if it took walking over the dead, she'd do it.
It had all happened so quickly.
Charmeine had been calling, pleading. But Zuriel had given her one last look, one last grin full of manic obsession, and dismissed her. And it was her fault, wasn't it? She had been the one to drive her to this. It had been only hours ago that Zuriel had told her, told her about how they could make a world so much better then this one she called rotten.
Now, only a small fragment of their world remained. Charmeine had managed to create a barrier, and pull together the chaotic mess that was left in order to make... well, it was a simple house, as of now. It was all she could do. She wasn't powerful enough to forge something more complicated. She couldn't remake the world. With the loss of its core, it had faded to nothingness.
What could she do?
She couldn't face Zuriel. But... she couldn't give up, either.
The girl clutched her fists. No. If it was her fault, she'd have to fix it. She'd have to stop Zuriel. She'd call people, from all over the multiverse. She'd bring them together, tell them what was at stake, and stop Zuriel from claiming any more cores.
This was hope. Charmeine's hope.
She'd assemble a team that could defeat the terrible cause that Zuriel had so misguidedly dedicated herself to. Even now, at the end of her world, she knew it could be restored. She knew that hope hadn't faded.
And Zuriel could be shown that hope didn't die, no matter how grim things had become.
My co-GM @RolePlayerRoxas will be along to elaborate on this all shortly!
It had been lies all along, hadn't it?
The light twisted in her hand. Such a simple, pure-looking thing... staring at it, she could hardly believe that it was the core of such a rotten world.
But that was why she had taken it, wasn't it? She'd take it away from here. And she'd make something new. Something for everyone who had suffered. Something that would never allow such horrible treatment to happen again. And she'd make everyone who had ever wronged her, hurt her, everyone who had ever looked her in the eye and told her how despised she was, she was going to make them all pay for it.
Even Charmeine.
Zuriel could hear her sister calling to her, pleading to her, but she didn't listen. With a single blow of her sword, she tore a hole in the fabric of reality. Without a moment's pause she passed through it.
Nothing Charmeine could say to her any longer would stop her.
She'd gather whoever she needed to. From all different worlds.
She'd make her utopia. Even if it took walking over the dead, she'd do it.
It had all happened so quickly.
Charmeine had been calling, pleading. But Zuriel had given her one last look, one last grin full of manic obsession, and dismissed her. And it was her fault, wasn't it? She had been the one to drive her to this. It had been only hours ago that Zuriel had told her, told her about how they could make a world so much better then this one she called rotten.
Now, only a small fragment of their world remained. Charmeine had managed to create a barrier, and pull together the chaotic mess that was left in order to make... well, it was a simple house, as of now. It was all she could do. She wasn't powerful enough to forge something more complicated. She couldn't remake the world. With the loss of its core, it had faded to nothingness.
What could she do?
She couldn't face Zuriel. But... she couldn't give up, either.
The girl clutched her fists. No. If it was her fault, she'd have to fix it. She'd have to stop Zuriel. She'd call people, from all over the multiverse. She'd bring them together, tell them what was at stake, and stop Zuriel from claiming any more cores.
This was hope. Charmeine's hope.
She'd assemble a team that could defeat the terrible cause that Zuriel had so misguidedly dedicated herself to. Even now, at the end of her world, she knew it could be restored. She knew that hope hadn't faded.
And Zuriel could be shown that hope didn't die, no matter how grim things had become.
My co-GM @RolePlayerRoxas will be along to elaborate on this all shortly!