she holds the owl close, walking. the scent makes her uncomfortable, but. she ignores it as much as she can, staring down both paths. down the left comes the laugh, and she pauses, because her instincts say don't, don't follow. but it's familiar, just like all of this is. it's so familiar to walk through the woods where the animals won't go, where the animals won't look at you, and to hear a voice and hope that maybe whoever it is will pull you out of the dark and into the sun.
something tells her to go back into the dark, but. she can't resist. she goes to the left, towards the laugh.]
her feet easily navigate the path's construction - the crumbly dirt changes to stone slowly, a paved pathway of crumbling, ancient brick. the dark fog wraps around the area, as the trees lean overhead, almost like they're creating a cave. the fog is still navigable: the lantern's light casts a shining beacon forward. glory sticks close, feathers ruffling.
the manic laughter is exceedingly familiar. it's wild, delighted.
Honestly? Shoulda seen it coming. It's always like this, yanno? Figures, it'd be a god-damn accident. People don't give a shit. Little girl didn't even know it. ]
she takes a couple of steps forward, trying to find a place to hide. she'll actually just put the lantern out? which is probably a bad idea but she doesn't want whoever this is to see her, so. she hides behind a tree and tries to see whatever it is that's laughing, the person that's talking.]
it's like sucking all of the air out of the room: the fog immediately rolls in to replace where the darkness was kept at bay, thick and cloying. the voice, male, carries on, starting to sound more bitter, less manic - it does not get any closer, or any further away.
I mean, they kill monsters, right? People kill monsters. Cause that's all they say. Ain't nothin' like me but me. Course. Just when I started thinking...
[oh, she's instantly regretting this choice! the fog rolls in and she feels like she's suffocating, and she lights the lantern again, curling up with it behind the trees. okay! bad idea. bad idea, nimona, stay in the light like crick told you to, dumbass.
people kill monsters, the voice says, and she closes her eyes. just for a second. but this is - it's all she has to go on, so she takes glory, and she takes her lantern, and she just gives up on being stealthy and moves back out to the road. where is this voice coming from?]
the lantern flickers weakly when she relights it. the wick doesn't catch. glory makes a little noise and tries to join in, protecting the lantern with her wings spread, but no matter how many times nimona tries to catch the wick aflame, it won't go.
it is completely, totally dark. and as the light fails again, the purple fog suddenly seems to breathe, as if it's alive, and it becomes smothering. and there's a voice, and then another, and then another.
She destroyed everything in the store. It's an act of villainy, isn't it? says a voice. unfamiliar.
another, this voice garbled. Well. I think Nimona must have killed her. She has the motive.
another voice. Because you're not a sidekick, you're a-
--
the light catches in the lantern and flickers on. this time, it flares violently - the flame turns blue, and then settles back to yellow again. ]
she gets panicky, when the light won't catch. she chokes a little on the fog, on the sound of the voices whispering in her ears. this is not new either. it always happens like this, alone on the edge of a cliff, staring out over the city, why can't you just be normal, just be a girl, just be human and -- well. the last voice makes her let out a screech of frustration. just say it, just say it already, don't make it echo over and over.
and then the light flares. and she just sits, holding onto the lantern tightly. is it warm? is the fire warm at all, or the lantern warm?
because if it is, she holds onto that. to the phantom sensation of someone warm and stupid and freckled hugging her tightly, putting a hat on her head.]
[ the fire is warm! it's just a lantern, but it is warm, so she can press close to the heat of it if she likes.
the shriek of frustration echoes into the darkness. the longer she sits, the more oppressive the silence begins to feel. there is truly nothing here. no animals. no people. no one wants to be near you. why would they?
another voice.
"Why can't you just be normal?" it echoes - it sounds like nimona, angry, as if her very thoughts are being projected around her, just for a moment. glory hoots softly and presses closer to her, trying to crowd around the lantern to protect the faintly flickering flame within. the fire struggles, but it remains for nimona to hold close to.
"What a freak." says another voice. "What a danger. Don't get too close to her."
the voices continue to press inwards the longer she sits. nothing changes. ]
she doesn't want to be here. it'd be so easy to just lay here and rot, but she doesn't want to be here. she wants to go back, and this isn't even that bad, she can just. she can weather it. it's okay, it's nothing she hasn't heard before. she needs to find datz, and - ponta, and kogi, too, they don't deserve to be eaten by the woods. she pulls herself up to her feet, resting her free hand on glory, just to hold.
[ glory cooes, softly, and presses insistently into nimona's hand, and nimona rises.
around her, the darkness starts to coagulate once more. the fog feels thicker, and thicker. she finds herself walking on the stone path, where the rocks seem to be breaking, vines poking up through ancient granite. the world gets a little darker.
"Whisper and Rocket died." says a tiny little voice. "They were different. They were evil. Heroes will wipe out villains. They must have been villains."
What does that make you?"
another voice. ballister. you know him. "monster." ]
[she says, loudly, swallowing hard. she keeps moving, presses forward, looking for someone, anyone. she's not alone, she hasn't been since she got here. nico, and ace, and temenos and reigen, all of them have told her over and over that she isn't. believe that. don't listen.
ballister's voice makes her trip a little, but she shakes her head, hissing.]
[ the darkness gets worse. nimona can barely see in front of her, now. she may be walking on a path - she may not be, but there's still space to move forward.
a voice that sounds like nico's, "There's no way to rewrite her ending."
is that what he said?
another voice. a young, crying child. "Mommy - the fire, it hurt me. It hurts! It hurt me!"
How long have you lived, Nimona? says an unfamiliar, garbled voice - it's female, maybe, but it sounds sad. How long have you been on this world, and what have you done for it? ]
[no. no, it's not what he said - right? no. it's not. but he could. he could give up on her any day now.
she falters a little at that last question. what has she done? nothing. she's just existed, and she was barely allowed to do that much. she swallows hard, looking down at the flame. she covers it carefully, trying to stop the darkness from getting in, trying to stop the darkness from putting it out. nimona, there's something you need to know.
she won't. she won't let it go out. she doesn't know what's in front of her, but she's old and she's tired and she's never really had anything else to do but move.]
further, and further, and further, and she'll realize - it's getting harder and harder to walk. her legs feel like lead. each step she makes feels mired. sticky. it takes heaving, painful effort to move.
Just Nimona, then. Why would anyone want to do what you do? says a voice. is that hanako? it must be. Why are you alive? Why should you be someone who gets to live, when I don't?
the flame is tiny, but it's protected. glory makes a soft noise - terror.
And you think she's going to tell us something about you, reigen's voice, And we're going to believe her, too. She has to be right about you. Your world hurt me. It could have killed me. ]
[she tries. she tries so hard to keep moving, but she doesn't. see the point, after a while.
she can practically see hanako standing in front of her. she tried to tell him that she wants him to live, too, that her future isn't anything if she doesn't have anything to hold onto, and how useless she is at making him believe it. he said all these sweet things, you should live, things are getting better, and she couldn't return the favor, and - that's another failure. what have you done for the world? nothing.
she's been waiting. this is about the point, this is the turning point - this is the longest it ever is. there's a line that she will cross and it will be one more person, it'll be a whole group of smiling faces that turn sour and the worst part is she doesn't know where the line is. she will just walk over it on accident one day and that'll be it. and reigen says it, like ballister, like gloreth, he says it out loud, and she realizes she's found it.
she doesn't even hear glory. you, your memories, your everything, the monster that you are, pulled reigen and nico and will into a nightmare based on the world who hated you, and hurt them. it could've killed them. she knows the thing that was supposed to represent her was what broke reigen's ribs. she's not stupid.
she slumps down to the ground. she's wrapped around the lantern so tightly. don't let the flame go out. i died. before showing up here. don't let it go out.]
[ when nimona slumps to the ground, she'll find that the world around her has vanished.
she sits alone in the dark, with nothing but the tiny, flickering light in her lantern. even glory seems to have vanished. it's just her, in a void, curled up and miserable and alone.
behind nimona, something speaks.
Poor dear. a voice says. this one's unfamiliar - it's a woman's voice. This world has been so cruel to you. ]
[she's still holding the lantern. it's still lit, right? it's still lit. that's the only thing she can hold onto. there's still light, somewhere. there's light in a white cloak warm around her shoulders, in a straw hat dropped on her head, in a bowl of ramen with extra chashu, in a blanket nest full of nail polishes.
[ the lantern is still lit! it is very, very dim, but it is the only source of light currently. the darkness is pressing closer.
Join me. the voice says. this is all your world is now: just a void, and you, a tiny light, and whatever speaks behind you. this presence is dark, but it's comforting. soothing. it wants to hold you, wants to cradle you safely away from the cruelty of the world.
The light is cruel, is it not? What Gloreth extolled was no friend to you. They throw the light to blind the rest from the despair and hatred that they breed.
But you, Nimona... you know better than that. You have seen how miserable the light can be. The hope they ask for is a lie. The warmth they promise is temporary. It is always, always snuffed out.
[join me. join me in the dark. it's tempting. but the thing is - she knows that neither are safe. there's never been a place for her in the light or the dark. years and years and years ago, a little girl, the symbol of light and justice, stood in between her and the rest of the village, lifting a sword, and she ran. and then, weeks ago, the queen killer, lurking in the dark, behind the scenes, pulled a sword on her too.
nowhere is safe. she thought she had something here, in oceanside. there's still a fire in this lantern. we still have a few weeks left. as long as he's still here, she can hold on. right?]
Why would I trust you, either? [you should be questioning everything!] Like you're not just going to turn around and use me, too?
[ the light does not go out because i rolled a fucking four. it is stubborn as hell. it flickers - warm candlelight, then blue light. if she looks at it, it feels like there's a shape in the flame, of a person. familiar shaped. someone warm.
why would i trust you. the voice laughs.
I like that spunk of yours. says the voice. You don't have to trust me. We are the darkness but we work on our own. We act not as one. Vide would want nothing less.
something is wrong, but nimona - you're so focused on that flame that you can't seem to tell.
[she focuses on the flame. she tries. she tries so, so hard to remember that she is loved, somewhere not here. she's gotten so far, these past weeks. thank you, for letting me in, i know it's hard for you, nico had said, and it felt good to hear.
she's so tired. she doesn't want to do this anymore. nobody ever comes to save her.]
You're gonna have to give me a better deal than that.
[ the voice comes closer, and it feels like it's wrapping around nimona. like a hug. like warmth. like all you've ever wanted.
the lantern light flickers.
and this is it, isn't it? this is that moment. this is the chance where everything could go wrong. where everyone has given up on you. where nimona, you could throw it all away. where a final betrayal will destroy you. she's right, isn't she? the voice. you could take the darkness. she's right.
but when you look down at the lantern in your hands, nimona, the blue flame is small. and then it gets stronger. and stronger. and stronger. for atmosphere.
and then there's a voice. no - two. three. four. five. and they're familiar. ace. ballister. reigen. nico. temenos. even the little knight from your trip here, all in unison. people you've grown to love and care for, people who have held out their hands to you.
THE TRUTH LIES IN THE FLAME.
you, nimona, say no.
the light flares - violent, bright blue - and you feel yourself being tossed into the air, floating in suspension. when you come down, you see your own reflection. you see yourself, in slow motion, staring as if you've been duplicated.
because this isn't a reflection. the blue light wraps around the creature you could have become, that maybe you were. that isn't you, and that won't be you. you are nimona. one of a kind. original. beloved, by the friends you've made in oceanside city. the light of the sacred flame washes it away - brilliant and blinding, and it forces you to close your eyes against its brightness, but you've never felt safer.
the world around you rattles, violently. the light fades, and you hit the ground on your feet, enough to create a crater. you stand in a temple, holding a black and red, twisted bow in your left hand. blood drips down your chest, from an injury that looks like it should have been a stab in the heart, sealed up around the edges and warm. you are injured - claws have raked into your torso, your arms, your legs. there's blood in your mouth. you stand at the altar of a temple, and you see your reflection in a pool of water in front of you. you see purple shadow slough off of your body, melting off. rebirth, like glass from sand. like a phoenix rising from ash.
you are yourself, nimona. no monster. your eyes are glowing blue.
you can hear sounds of pain coming from somewhere nearby that sound familiar- a set of stone stairs wind down from this strange altar, where a blue flame has been lit, and a rickety wooden bridge leads across the pool of water. you can distantly see the gnarling, hideous purple shadow at the entrance.
glory, your owl, is wrapped in shadows beside you - laying on the ground, her mouth covered with a shadowy hand as it drains the life from her body. you may want to do something about that. ]
[she's so absolutely disoriented by this - everything happens at once and she has no idea how to feel about any of it, staring at the monster version of herself with a terrified look. it was her. it was, before she was here. she feels nauseated, she can taste the blood in her mouth, and as she stares down at the shadows sliding off her, her mind tips sideways.
it doesn't feel real. it feels off-center. this can't be right, right? or maybe it is. she really does always have to save herself.
she stares down at the reflection, at her glowing blue eyes, and flinches. spits blood, and wipes the back of her mouth, and then looks away. she doesn't want to look anymore.
for a minute, she thinks she should just leave glory behind. for a minute she thinks what the fuck did you ever do for me, gloreth. there's something bitter and pained in her chest that she can't ever get rid of, but she swallows it down. she swallows the rest of the blood, and throws the bow to the ground before going to try and rip the shadow hand off of the owl with her bare hands.]
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she holds the owl close, walking. the scent makes her uncomfortable, but. she ignores it as much as she can, staring down both paths. down the left comes the laugh, and she pauses, because her instincts say don't, don't follow. but it's familiar, just like all of this is. it's so familiar to walk through the woods where the animals won't go, where the animals won't look at you, and to hear a voice and hope that maybe whoever it is will pull you out of the dark and into the sun.
something tells her to go back into the dark, but. she can't resist. she goes to the left, towards the laugh.]
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her feet easily navigate the path's construction - the crumbly dirt changes to stone slowly, a paved pathway of crumbling, ancient brick. the dark fog wraps around the area, as the trees lean overhead, almost like they're creating a cave. the fog is still navigable: the lantern's light casts a shining beacon forward. glory sticks close, feathers ruffling.
the manic laughter is exceedingly familiar. it's wild, delighted.
Honestly? Shoulda seen it coming. It's always like this, yanno? Figures, it'd be a god-damn accident. People don't give a shit. Little girl didn't even know it. ]
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she takes a couple of steps forward, trying to find a place to hide. she'll actually just put the lantern out? which is probably a bad idea but she doesn't want whoever this is to see her, so. she hides behind a tree and tries to see whatever it is that's laughing, the person that's talking.]
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glory makes a tiny, frightened noise.
it's like sucking all of the air out of the room: the fog immediately rolls in to replace where the darkness was kept at bay, thick and cloying. the voice, male, carries on, starting to sound more bitter, less manic - it does not get any closer, or any further away.
I mean, they kill monsters, right? People kill monsters. Cause that's all they say. Ain't nothin' like me but me. Course. Just when I started thinking...
will she continue to search, even in the dark? ]
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people kill monsters, the voice says, and she closes her eyes. just for a second. but this is - it's all she has to go on, so she takes glory, and she takes her lantern, and she just gives up on being stealthy and moves back out to the road. where is this voice coming from?]
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the lantern flickers weakly when she relights it. the wick doesn't catch. glory makes a little noise and tries to join in, protecting the lantern with her wings spread, but no matter how many times nimona tries to catch the wick aflame, it won't go.
it is completely, totally dark. and as the light fails again, the purple fog suddenly seems to breathe, as if it's alive, and it becomes smothering. and there's a voice, and then another, and then another.
She destroyed everything in the store. It's an act of villainy, isn't it? says a voice. unfamiliar.
another, this voice garbled. Well. I think Nimona must have killed her. She has the motive.
another voice. Because you're not a sidekick, you're a-
--
the light catches in the lantern and flickers on. this time, it flares violently - the flame turns blue, and then settles back to yellow again. ]
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she gets panicky, when the light won't catch. she chokes a little on the fog, on the sound of the voices whispering in her ears. this is not new either. it always happens like this, alone on the edge of a cliff, staring out over the city, why can't you just be normal, just be a girl, just be human and -- well. the last voice makes her let out a screech of frustration. just say it, just say it already, don't make it echo over and over.
and then the light flares. and she just sits, holding onto the lantern tightly. is it warm? is the fire warm at all, or the lantern warm?
because if it is, she holds onto that. to the phantom sensation of someone warm and stupid and freckled hugging her tightly, putting a hat on her head.]
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the shriek of frustration echoes into the darkness. the longer she sits, the more oppressive the silence begins to feel. there is truly nothing here. no animals. no people. no one wants to be near you. why would they?
another voice.
"Why can't you just be normal?" it echoes - it sounds like nimona, angry, as if her very thoughts are being projected around her, just for a moment. glory hoots softly and presses closer to her, trying to crowd around the lantern to protect the faintly flickering flame within. the fire struggles, but it remains for nimona to hold close to.
"What a freak." says another voice. "What a danger. Don't get too close to her."
the voices continue to press inwards the longer she sits. nothing changes. ]
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she doesn't want to be here. it'd be so easy to just lay here and rot, but she doesn't want to be here. she wants to go back, and this isn't even that bad, she can just. she can weather it. it's okay, it's nothing she hasn't heard before. she needs to find datz, and - ponta, and kogi, too, they don't deserve to be eaten by the woods. she pulls herself up to her feet, resting her free hand on glory, just to hold.
and then she keeps walking.]
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around her, the darkness starts to coagulate once more. the fog feels thicker, and thicker. she finds herself walking on the stone path, where the rocks seem to be breaking, vines poking up through ancient granite. the world gets a little darker.
"Whisper and Rocket died." says a tiny little voice. "They were different. They were evil. Heroes will wipe out villains. They must have been villains."
What does that make you?"
another voice. ballister. you know him. "monster." ]
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[she says, loudly, swallowing hard. she keeps moving, presses forward, looking for someone, anyone. she's not alone, she hasn't been since she got here. nico, and ace, and temenos and reigen, all of them have told her over and over that she isn't. believe that. don't listen.
ballister's voice makes her trip a little, but she shakes her head, hissing.]
Shut up, don't talk to me.
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a voice that sounds like nico's, "There's no way to rewrite her ending."
is that what he said?
another voice. a young, crying child. "Mommy - the fire, it hurt me. It hurts! It hurt me!"
How long have you lived, Nimona? says an unfamiliar, garbled voice - it's female, maybe, but it sounds sad. How long have you been on this world, and what have you done for it? ]
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she falters a little at that last question. what has she done? nothing. she's just existed, and she was barely allowed to do that much. she swallows hard, looking down at the flame. she covers it carefully, trying to stop the darkness from getting in, trying to stop the darkness from putting it out. nimona, there's something you need to know.
she won't. she won't let it go out. she doesn't know what's in front of her, but she's old and she's tired and she's never really had anything else to do but move.]
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further, and further, and further, and she'll realize - it's getting harder and harder to walk. her legs feel like lead. each step she makes feels mired. sticky. it takes heaving, painful effort to move.
Just Nimona, then. Why would anyone want to do what you do? says a voice. is that hanako? it must be. Why are you alive? Why should you be someone who gets to live, when I don't?
the flame is tiny, but it's protected. glory makes a soft noise - terror.
And you think she's going to tell us something about you, reigen's voice, And we're going to believe her, too. She has to be right about you. Your world hurt me. It could have killed me. ]
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she can practically see hanako standing in front of her. she tried to tell him that she wants him to live, too, that her future isn't anything if she doesn't have anything to hold onto, and how useless she is at making him believe it. he said all these sweet things, you should live, things are getting better, and she couldn't return the favor, and - that's another failure. what have you done for the world? nothing.
she's been waiting. this is about the point, this is the turning point - this is the longest it ever is. there's a line that she will cross and it will be one more person, it'll be a whole group of smiling faces that turn sour and the worst part is she doesn't know where the line is. she will just walk over it on accident one day and that'll be it. and reigen says it, like ballister, like gloreth, he says it out loud, and she realizes she's found it.
she doesn't even hear glory. you, your memories, your everything, the monster that you are, pulled reigen and nico and will into a nightmare based on the world who hated you, and hurt them. it could've killed them. she knows the thing that was supposed to represent her was what broke reigen's ribs. she's not stupid.
she slumps down to the ground. she's wrapped around the lantern so tightly. don't let the flame go out. i died. before showing up here. don't let it go out.]
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she sits alone in the dark, with nothing but the tiny, flickering light in her lantern. even glory seems to have vanished. it's just her, in a void, curled up and miserable and alone.
behind nimona, something speaks.
Poor dear. a voice says. this one's unfamiliar - it's a woman's voice. This world has been so cruel to you. ]
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she wraps her arms around the lantern and doesn't move. not even when she hears the woman's voice behind her. she just hunches her shoulders up.]
Shut up. Leave me alone.
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O traveler. You are right. There is nothing in this world or any other for someone like you. Nothing that you are near can ever shine.
distantly, she can hear ballister's voice echo again. monster.
and the woman continues: I am sorry. But perhaps you can see that just means that the world must change. ]
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monster.
she flinches.
silence, and then:] What do you mean?
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Join me. the voice says. this is all your world is now: just a void, and you, a tiny light, and whatever speaks behind you. this presence is dark, but it's comforting. soothing. it wants to hold you, wants to cradle you safely away from the cruelty of the world.
The light is cruel, is it not? What Gloreth extolled was no friend to you. They throw the light to blind the rest from the despair and hatred that they breed.
But you, Nimona... you know better than that. You have seen how miserable the light can be. The hope they ask for is a lie. The warmth they promise is temporary. It is always, always snuffed out.
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nowhere is safe. she thought she had something here, in oceanside. there's still a fire in this lantern. we still have a few weeks left. as long as he's still here, she can hold on. right?]
Why would I trust you, either? [you should be questioning everything!] Like you're not just going to turn around and use me, too?
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why would i trust you. the voice laughs.
I like that spunk of yours. says the voice. You don't have to trust me. We are the darkness but we work on our own. We act not as one. Vide would want nothing less.
something is wrong, but nimona - you're so focused on that flame that you can't seem to tell.
Let me set you free. ]
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she's so tired. she doesn't want to do this anymore. nobody ever comes to save her.]
You're gonna have to give me a better deal than that.
[go away.]
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the lantern light flickers.
and this is it, isn't it? this is that moment. this is the chance where everything could go wrong. where everyone has given up on you. where nimona, you could throw it all away. where a final betrayal will destroy you. she's right, isn't she? the voice. you could take the darkness. she's right.
but when you look down at the lantern in your hands, nimona, the blue flame is small. and then it gets stronger. and stronger. and stronger. for atmosphere.
and then there's a voice. no - two. three. four. five. and they're familiar. ace. ballister. reigen. nico. temenos. even the little knight from your trip here, all in unison. people you've grown to love and care for, people who have held out their hands to you.
THE TRUTH LIES IN THE FLAME.
you, nimona, say no.
the light flares - violent, bright blue - and you feel yourself being tossed into the air, floating in suspension. when you come down, you see your own reflection. you see yourself, in slow motion, staring as if you've been duplicated.
and you are a monster, wreathed in black and blue shadow.
but you aren't, are you?
because this isn't a reflection. the blue light wraps around the creature you could have become, that maybe you were. that isn't you, and that won't be you. you are nimona. one of a kind. original. beloved, by the friends you've made in oceanside city. the light of the sacred flame washes it away - brilliant and blinding, and it forces you to close your eyes against its brightness, but you've never felt safer.
the world around you rattles, violently. the light fades, and you hit the ground on your feet, enough to create a crater. you stand in a temple, holding a black and red, twisted bow in your left hand. blood drips down your chest, from an injury that looks like it should have been a stab in the heart, sealed up around the edges and warm. you are injured - claws have raked into your torso, your arms, your legs. there's blood in your mouth. you stand at the altar of a temple, and you see your reflection in a pool of water in front of you. you see purple shadow slough off of your body, melting off. rebirth, like glass from sand. like a phoenix rising from ash.
you are yourself, nimona. no monster. your eyes are glowing blue.
you can hear sounds of pain coming from somewhere nearby that sound familiar- a set of stone stairs wind down from this strange altar, where a blue flame has been lit, and a rickety wooden bridge leads across the pool of water. you can distantly see the gnarling, hideous purple shadow at the entrance.
glory, your owl, is wrapped in shadows beside you - laying on the ground, her mouth covered with a shadowy hand as it drains the life from her body. you may want to do something about that. ]
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it doesn't feel real. it feels off-center. this can't be right, right? or maybe it is. she really does always have to save herself.
she stares down at the reflection, at her glowing blue eyes, and flinches. spits blood, and wipes the back of her mouth, and then looks away. she doesn't want to look anymore.
for a minute, she thinks she should just leave glory behind. for a minute she thinks what the fuck did you ever do for me, gloreth. there's something bitter and pained in her chest that she can't ever get rid of, but she swallows it down. she swallows the rest of the blood, and throws the bow to the ground before going to try and rip the shadow hand off of the owl with her bare hands.]
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