One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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It is often required to uncover history one piece at a time. And some of it is so far gone that it might never be found. Except by the most diligent. And then, what is the point? For who would believe them?
A wise saying
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Waters clouded by rippling images played out before the Keeper of Neutrality. The scenes, seemingly haphazard at times, alternated between the ongoing lives led by the twin daughters of Aurthur and Eliza Stormband. But the story being told was clear, and in a perfectly coordinated dance. It was one of two journeys along separate paths, but paths on course for a collision and would shake and form the future of Geiha.
The goddess puzzled over these visions presented to her within the pool. Charged with keeping balance, Sashna sensed the push and pull of cosmic forces preparing for that day of judgement. But she could do nothing. For Sashna, the situation was as clear as it was irritating. It would have been like a mortal having a splinter jammed beneath their fingernail, one digging in to the tender skin to be found there and yet so deep that there was no way to reach it. Ever present. And utterly annoying until the day it would finally be removed.
Because, as much as the goddess hated to admit it, all the actions of her sisters to this point had brought harmony between both light and dark, law and chaos. Thus, her hands were tied. Reduced to the status of a helpless spectator, she was forced to endure the same waiting game as the mortals of the world under their charge. Only, unlike those mortals, she was well aware of what was soon to happen.
The entirety of what she experienced through all she saw, all that was laid out before her, caused her immortal heart to ache. Some might have thought gods were immune to passions such as the ones stirring within her. But based upon the all too real emotions culminating inside her, they would be wrong. The wake left behind from the events of the past resonated throughout her being.
For a long time, Sashna had sought her sisters to come to her. Since that day, when she split the unwilling soul in two, only Octeava had. Even so, those visits had been sporadic and were never of the casual nature Sashna longed for. During those periods of her sister's presence here, Octeava was always holed up among those accursed and droning volumes of history in the library.
