Inception

Chapter 63: A Force of Nature

 Her claw cut through something harder than dirt harder than wood, but softer than cement. A zip of electricity shot through her veins. Her awareness went static. Her vision filled with the bright, multi-color glow of smoke.

A great pain burst across her shoulders, throwing her forward, but her charged claws wouldn't leave the pulsating root they'd found. The momentum shoved her face first into the power.

Her body caught fire, or turned to lightning, she didn't know which. Some form of plasma super charged to the point its atoms threatened to shot off into oblivion.

Her senses went with those atoms, light speed as far as they could go then back again. She became the earth, the sky, every building and organism her trillion microscopic body part slipped through.

And then she was back in an unknown body, bigger, glowing, devoid of natural thought.

She turned on diamond claws to the thing that had dared to attack her. It was sinewy, the color of fungi, bug-eyed and goggling up at her. Spindly fingers rose and inflated with the same energy from the root to scewer her.

S-s-source...crackled somewhere in the back of her mind. De...de...destroy.

Lena opened her diamond fanged maw. Where one foot had molded into the root drew in energy from deep down in the planet, making her atoms quake again with the threat of flying off. But she didn't let it linger there. She drew it to her mouth, building the force of her wild desire to survive in the form of a small sun.

Her foes fingers exploded. Its own light peppered her raging form. But her flesh filled in the holes before she could even feel them.

Lena let the Earth's force go.

Blinding light took over the world. The air burst apart. The very ground evaporated. Her body tightened in, as though to squeeze out ever breath she had to keep the cannon of light going.

Then it faded, and in place of her foe was a great, molten chasm which ran miles into the earth, edged by burning and melting rubble and buildings.

The root she held onto went cold and crumbled like chalk, releasing her claws.

Her body shuddered, then tightened more, till with a dim alarm she realized it was hardening, like lava to the cool air. Her wings cemented about her. Her silver feathers became a titanium shell.

Her vision blurred as her eyes turned to crystal and ceased to function.

With each passing second of her cooling body, a drop of her human mind returned.

Her first, whole thought, was to recognize the faint, smoking, metallic ball on the ground, amidst bones little more than charcoal. A core, burned beyond recognition.

I probably killed a lot of people, she thought as her limbs seized and even her sense of hearing ceased to be. Probably a good thing I'm going to die here then.

Because slowly, she was being locked away in stone, and nothing she did made a difference.

The last of her cloudy vision faded away. A dark nothing closed in around her.

But her awareness lingered. Just enough to leave her with her thoughts.

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