Despite their apprehensive feelings about the riddle that the Spirit had delivered through their youngest sister's voice, the three had discussed the information for days. Tempers flared as ideas were presented and rejected as dangerous or ignorant. The sisters had to work together and their special affinities made certain areas easy to understand, the other's lack of knowledge in those areas created a tension that shook the world below with cracks of intense lightning. The storms rattled on for days, weeks even. Every now and then, the three would stop arguing, remembering that they affected the world below but it never lasted long. There was no denying that they had to make a plan while they cared for the mortals but this was not an easy discussion and ended in flared tempers regardless.
Fate tapped her foot in irritation, a light, and much less threatening sound than the one War was producing, curling her sharp toes over the stone floor with a sickening screech. Peace sat in a comfortable chair, her knees drawn to her chest, eyes staring into the fire, distant and cold. Peace had remained silent over the past few days, bringing the intensity of the storms below to a crescendo. This was not her intention but something raged within her chest, something that she refused to share with her sisters. Though Fate knew better than to ask, War became increasingly irritated at the silence and resorted to the human's favorite method of annoyance, snide comments, to push their sister's buttons.
"As if the quiet helped them at all. Peace rests in comfortable silence while the rest of us suffer this knowledge and shoulder the burden of her existence! If she exists at all behind those distant eyes!" War shouted, her face red with temper.
"The silence of Peace is not the absence of Peace! How dare you wish such a thing upon a person! Though what could be expected of a god whose existence is to produce evil?" Fate spat back. Both women began to shake with rage, both of them cresting the wave of disagreement and sailing down into the sea of human finger-pointing. Casting the blame, that is where they found themselves now. "Perhaps, it is you who is to blame! One who deals in death! Discourse flows through your veins as water through the earthly lands!"
Peace tilted her head to the side, thoughts racing through her mind, flowing faster than the most swift of flooded rivers. Something between the two bickering hags had registered in her mind, bringing a solution sparkling to the surface of the deep purple storm clouds raging below. A bit of sun shone through, and the harsh rains slowed to a delightfully soft rain, as opposed to the constant waterfall that had been in its place. Perhaps she had been silent for too long but even more importantly, perhaps she had been absent from the world for too long.
Peace brought her attention back to the bickering in time to see both sisters rise into the air, wings flapping dangerously and hands drawn back ready to strike. Each curled their hand in a threatening clawing position and prepared to strike. As the tension broke, the two let out animalistic screeches and moved to strike. Peace's voice came as a whisper, but her words were as serious as if she had screamed them. "I will go down to earth."
The fighting hags smashed into each other, a tangled mess of feathers, leathery wings, and gorgeous gowns, landing in a heap on the floor. They both looked at their sister, shock running its course through their minds and their eyes, staying plastered about their faces as if they had never heard her speak before. "What do you mean?" Fate asked, regaining her voice before War could.
"Like you said. Peace is absent in the world. I will go down to the mortal realm." She let her eyes settle back into the fireplace, her face devoid of emotion and her features set as firmly as stone.
"What would that solve?!" War raged angrily. "Go down and get yourself killed? Frolic among the humans that you care for so much? Dance with the boys and enjoy the sins of the flesh?!"
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Blood And Stone
FantasíaLyric. There was nothing extraordinary about her, at least not in her mind. She was nothing but a young servant in a wealthy farmer's house, picking berries, cooking meals, and scrubbing floors. Until one fateful day when a nearby village was set ab...
