Post by Dalen on Aug 26, 2009 22:33:41 GMT -5
Though the grey skies above the Alicuna never changed, and never signified Day or Night, time still flowed. But had it been mere days, or Eons since the first time the dust had been disturbed by the linking of the worlds?
At first, a small dust storm seemed to whirl into being in the flat, lifeless hub of the Alicuna, but no wind blew. Slowly, the whirling stopped as a blue mist rose out of the surface and coalesced into a pale misty figure. Though the Spirit of the Alicuna knew what was about to happen, and in no way could affect the outcome, some part of its consciousness had a... desire to witness the event first hand.
With ethereal feet that stirred not one grain of dust, the Spirit began walking over to an empty garden of stone nearly twenty feet outside the inner ring. Though there were no features that marked this one patch of ground as different, the Spirit undeniably knew that this, was where the connection would take place. All that was left, was to watch.
For quite some time, or maybe no time at all, nothing happened. Then, with a swell of energy only visible to the Spirit, the ground in front of it began to groan and heave. As the Spirit could do nothing to change the Alicuna itself, the Alicuna could do no harm to the spirit. And even though the ground roiled and bulged as if some great creature was trying to break free from beneath, the Spirit only stood and watched with its featureless face. Then finally, with a great moan the earth was rent asunder and a stone arch tore itself free from the shattered stone below. While the arches of the eight original worlds had all been of a uniform grey stone to match that of the Alicuna's, this arch seemed flecked in places with reddish veins running through the stone. No time was allotted to dwell on this phenomena however as a burst of light from within the arch drove the Spirit back, for fear of passing where it should not, and a faint sound of gears drifted through for only a moment.
The ninth world had been connected.
At first, a small dust storm seemed to whirl into being in the flat, lifeless hub of the Alicuna, but no wind blew. Slowly, the whirling stopped as a blue mist rose out of the surface and coalesced into a pale misty figure. Though the Spirit of the Alicuna knew what was about to happen, and in no way could affect the outcome, some part of its consciousness had a... desire to witness the event first hand.
With ethereal feet that stirred not one grain of dust, the Spirit began walking over to an empty garden of stone nearly twenty feet outside the inner ring. Though there were no features that marked this one patch of ground as different, the Spirit undeniably knew that this, was where the connection would take place. All that was left, was to watch.
For quite some time, or maybe no time at all, nothing happened. Then, with a swell of energy only visible to the Spirit, the ground in front of it began to groan and heave. As the Spirit could do nothing to change the Alicuna itself, the Alicuna could do no harm to the spirit. And even though the ground roiled and bulged as if some great creature was trying to break free from beneath, the Spirit only stood and watched with its featureless face. Then finally, with a great moan the earth was rent asunder and a stone arch tore itself free from the shattered stone below. While the arches of the eight original worlds had all been of a uniform grey stone to match that of the Alicuna's, this arch seemed flecked in places with reddish veins running through the stone. No time was allotted to dwell on this phenomena however as a burst of light from within the arch drove the Spirit back, for fear of passing where it should not, and a faint sound of gears drifted through for only a moment.
The ninth world had been connected.