Life of Maverick: In the Land of Giant Man Eaters

-Chapter 36: The Shifting Sands-

Change. If there was one word to describe the plethora of events that had transpired in young Ymir's odd, and tumultuous life, was change. Of course, her purpose in life never changed, but the places she found herself in constantly shifted. From the drudges of the slave pens to the decorative palace of her master, to the hastily dug grave, where her remains of her mortal shell were disposed, and forgotten.

Even now, in the seemingly endless dunes of this timeless realm, she was still susceptible to the winds of change. All thanks in part to the traveler from beyond.

Even before his arrival, the foreign powers that he wielded made themselves very much known. She could still remember the thunderous force that sent her to the ground when those energies rampaged across the sands the first time they manifested.

Like an infection, its influence began to spread further into the land, slowly but surely. It first began with the sands themselves, as strands rose and danced in the air around her, forming figures both completely unrecognizable and alien, and some she knew all too well.

But these anomalies were only mere appetizers to the greater courses that were to be served.

In time more powerful waves would surge periodically across the paths, turning the otherworldly realm into something more...otherworldly, even by its own standards.

Parts of the land cracked and separated, drifting off high into the air, creating a sea of islands in the heavens.

The starry sky above, once a beautiful azure cosmic realm, changed into new yet familiar visages. From clear newborn days, violent maelstroms, and beautiful auroras of all manner of colors, some she had never seen when she still truly breathed.

The stars themselves soon formed into a variety of new and awe-inspiring constellations, to her wonder and confusion.

As time passed those floating isles soon became the birthplace of new structures and biomes. From foreign floras and soils that overgrew the land they floated on, to constructs and towering spires that nearly rivaled the great lights of the paths themselves.

It was all so...startling, yet fascinating to the young Fritz. Yet despite these changes, she found herself continuing her servitude whenever her powers were invoked, that certainly didn't change whatsoever. She simply had to bear this new reality, as she'd done so before.

But after his arrival, all manner of things began to change, whether for better or for worse, was still to be determined as things were not so clear anymore.

The moment he had appeared it seemed as if the foreign powers influence further increased, as if it had been waiting for him. Every action he made against her children caused ripples in the paths, turning what were once stable and predetermined events to shift to unpredictable and uncertain roads.

It was then that she saw more ripples in the light of the paths. Strands of light would be erased, signifying the demise of that soul. The stings of those losses would be felt through her, a feeling she never believed to be able to feel once again.

Soon another feeling began to grow inside her, the feeling of...curiosity, desperate, lip-biting, curiosity. She wanted to know, had to know, who was the being that had turned her world upside down.

So in those scarce moments when she didn't have to create she saw the living world through the eyes of her children, curious to see the one that had made himself know to their world.

It was then that her curiosity turned to fear.

She saw him briefly through the eyes of her descendant, a sight forever extinguished by the weapon he wielded. His hatred filled eyes and sickening grin as he shouted in foreign tongues and launched his club towards her descendant's head would haunt her now and forever. Made even worse when she felt a shocking pain course through her own head.