Rewriting Seven Years

23. Shrines

The Darkness's Minions pressed back into the dark side of the moon, completely retreated and bewildered. The Legions over numbered any amount of dark troops on their domain. The Legions—The Architects—ruled planets bare to light, even when left with a single sun to shine on part of their planet, The Architects retained their power through the absorbed light in the moons dirt. Nothing less than a catastrophic event could revert their power and The Architects moved to prevent it.

Makurow healed his wounds in the searing light, damaged by the soft pain that came from healing metal like tissue. He barbed lightning to his sword while it sharpened. Makurow moved himself instantly to the crowd of Legions and watched as they travelled.

The Legions stood ready in the dark shade of the moon, overlooking the planet below. The sun stood noon, casting a small shadow from the moon onto the planets edge. Once the Legions purified the last Minion, the Legions unraveled their wires and dug into the ground. Light spurred from their digging, almost as if the moon's core was made up entirely of light. The escaping light sent Legions down to the planet one by one.

Makurow pulled Legions back away from their transporting light with his powers. Lightning chained from Legion to Legion and launched them into the air in an electric net. Makurow mowed down as many Legions he could from the edge of the crowd, but Legions entered the light and soared down to the planet.

Hero Base Beta followed the trails of light back to the planet with all parties onboard. Makurow took a quick glance to the ship, noticing its immediate escape.

From the moon Makurow could not stop the Legions from reaching the planet, his efforts would be in vain. Makurow threw his sword into a line of three Legions, skewering them down the blade but the sword only managed to sab through their lower bodies, allowing them to break off of the sword and reconstruct themselves. Through lightning Makurow pulled his sword back to him.

Legions fled from him, not in terror but minding a more important matter. The Legions dug more holes in the moon allowing more Legions to pass down. They moved moderately fast but Makurow could move faster. Makurow launched himself into the air with his sword to catch a ride with a leaving Legion. The sword took the Legion out of the light, flinging it off into empty space and Makurow took its place in the light. In time the glorious light burned Makurow's skin to this bone. Makurow violently trembled as his body soared down to the planet like a rocket. The light ate away at his mind, causing light to stream out of his eyes in colours like light would through a prism. Large whispers tried digging through his ears into his head. They were chanting. Makurow could make out the words they were chanting:

Ya te tame, yatte tame ame gros.

Over and over again each whisper chanted together out of tone and off key from each other. The words he couldn't understand but he could make them out nonetheless.

Makurow was not reducing speed as he entered the atmosphere so the light drilled Makurow into the planet and pushed him deeper until the stream of light stopped spouting from the moon. In a daze deep in the earth, Makurow spotted Zip's ship soaring into his view. And with that his vision faded into another lucid dream.

***

"Thresh," Robin spoke, grabbing a large bone club off a moss grown boulder. "Will you fight with me one final time?"

Thresh sighed. "My mother, my grandmother. I-"

"She cannot be the voice that separates us," Robin said, "you need to master your own journey, without your grandmother's influence." Robin grazed her hand over the silk tent, prying the curtain to the side to peer through. She searched for scouts in the pitch black night. Flickering light from torch fires marched behind far rocks.