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It has been many hours, perhaps days since the loss of the last Daughter, Isabella. Darkness had consumed the horde of unruly mortals, driven by bitterness from the audacity and destruction that the Gods had left behind in their wake before leaving this place. She had hovered above the masses, unseen by even the enormous man, being, armored guardian that had took the last bit of life from Isabella. Oh how her heart cringed to think of Isabella, after trailing among mists, breezes, and clouds around her during the entirety of the last Daughter's existence. From her birth to her final aging point of eighteen, she was raised for one specific purpose, to forever linger and be with the last Daughter, in friendship, advice, foretelling, purifying, and every other skill her kind would have to aid her. Centuries had past, and she still appeared to be that same smooth skinned young woman of eighteen. Her great reason of living and being was gone, taken by the sword that had been in that giant's hands. She had heard the resounding thoughts and feelings from Isabella, as always, and knew that it had been as she had wanted it, her life ended by her ever faithful guardian. She never had known what exactly he was, what to call him. She only knew his name, for Isabella's words were as repetitious as her thoughts about him, Isaac.
She was suddenly struck with the knowledge that he had never even seen her, not fully, and may not even know of her existence at all, much less her name. Maybe he had glanced the shimmering mist during the early mornings when she would fade into the state of being unseen after walking in the morning dew with the daughter, or maybe he hadn't. Maybe he had thought he had seen an outline of a young woman in the breeze, in the clouds, or walking into the night fog, not quite touching the ground. Then again, maybe he hadn't. Maybe she was just as if the air he breathed, there but unseen. Vivre was used to being unseen by all but a rare few in her long lifetime, but for some reason, she was suddenly feeling...what was this? Saddened, remorseful, that a man who had been around her all of her life around Isabella had never maybe seen her.
It was so dark, and the stench of death wafted in the ash that stirred as she skimmed above and past the many fallen beneath her, and her hand rose to her nose to shield her from the overwhelming smell that was tainting the purity of her outer mist of air. The darkness was all around, and she had used her inherited gift of making stars come from the mighty universe to dot around her, giving her a slight light that just barely let her slim yet curved figure be traced into eyesight. She felt a need to find the great man, this Isaac, to see if the mortals had taken him down to the ground with them, to rot until nothing was left of him. She somehow doubted it, the way he had towered above them all, and she could feel breaths coming in through the stillness of the darkness that had consumed the whole place, breaths that were not her own. Her long creamy hair reached down to her waist, and as her urgency to find him became more and more present, her speed created a soft breeze, and it began to float out like a headdress behind her.
She had no assigned purpose in life now, and for once, she realized, as she searched for him in the darkness, she was doing something out of freewill. It was almost strange to her, a feeling of the unknown, freewill. She had grown to love the company of Isabella and enjoyed being around her for all of the last Daughter's being, but now she was doing something because she wanted to. Her want drove her over many corpses, stirring ashes from the ground and bringing a breeze with her, which she so badly wished did not smell so rancid of burned and torn flesh, of massive amounts of spilled blood. Her Great Mother of Air had told her that an Oracle Daughter of the Elements may never get to know freewill, but must grasp it before it leaves, if she were ever to encounter it, and grasp at it she did. Her eyes searched with such effort that they shone through the darkness, the color of what the springtime skies were before all of the darkness had rolled in to overtake everyone and everything. Finally she saw him, darkness swirled all around him, fallen but only to his knees. She stopped so suddenly out of sheer shock of his size that the ashes before and behind her swirled amongst the star dotted ring of air around her, and she was almost fully visible to him, just transparent in her figure. His visor was down, and he was still as the corpses all around them both, but she knew he was not gone from this place. Dirt and grime covered his armor, his helm, and she flung her hand out oh so slowly, letting a breeze brush off the dirt from his helm and visor. She refused to touch him, knowing his loss of Isabella was still so fresh. She twisted her wrist quickly, and brought back her outstretched hand as a strong gust of wind pushed his visor up.