チョウゲンボウ

Hands would reach out of the shining water of the females universe to grip onto the ledge of the island, holding on tightly as Kestrel's head would sharply resurface- herself gasping for air. She'd been suspended from animation for hours, which had completely disarranged her thoughts.
          The elf dragged herself out of the water, soaking wet and panting loosely as she'd lie down on the grass. Since nobody was here, she let her hood down to reveal sharp green eyes and her rarely seen pointed ears. Her already pallid, purple complexion was slightly more pale than usual- thanks to how little energy she currently had. It had taken most of her power just to resist becoming torn apart when she escaped.
          The female now decided to lie still and control her breaths, staring up at the endless sky and slowly gather back her energy. Her wounds had vanished, but she was still not ready to move around too much yet. She still kept Equilibrium on lock down- the only reason her previous visitor had been able to come here was because Kestrel had actually let her in. 
          Her eyes closed, and the elf began to gather herself once more.

Slowly at first, then faster as time grew on, golden particles flooded the Equilibrium. After roughly a minute, they would collide, a girl clad in black and gold armor standing where they once where. Glancing around; the girl would walk towards the the slant of the realm; and after a moment would come to walk 'underneath' the  the realm.
          
          After a few moments she would come to the heart. Much like before; she would draw the black sword from her back, shoving the blade into the ground in front of the heart. Again, golden particles would rise from the sword, hovering over the heart of the realm.

// #SadFace //

A rift opened up in the sky of the females world, a limp body falling down and slamming down into the water- it swallowing the females damaged frame. It would not suffocate the female, but instead suspend the wounded elf. Deep in the depths it would try to help heal her, or at least maintain her life source. 
          She had just been caught up in a serious blast, and so the whole universe put itself into lock down- it would constantly move itself through space and time, never staying still for more than a millisecond in order to make it next to impossible to enter the world. The gateway was closed, too. Kestrel needed time to heal.

Kestrel hissed quietly and stood up from her chair, jaw clenched and herself suddenly seeming to change her still demeanor. The female  looked around her realm shortly before diving into the water just lapping up on the edge of the island, reaching deep into the mysterious depths. It was impossible to tell what she was doing, or where she was going. But the female was serious, and not exactly taking her time.
          The whole realm pulsated and the floating lights filling the sky started to burn brighter, ready to guard her home if anything came to it whilst she was gone.

The darkness of the realm seemed to settle into a dead still state, almost suspended in time- until suddenly everything burst into life. A blinding flash of light engulfed the blank expanse and burnt it's way across the never ending space, re-writing it not anew, but old.
          Water stretched across the horizon and stars arched across the sky, a sun exploded into life just in the distance, bringing a lively glow to the realm. An island rose from the water and twisting arms of wood would reach up from the ground and intertwine with each other- reaching up to the sky and growing fresh green leaves to become a single, lone tree. Just in front of this tree, the air would flicker and pulsate before an old and worn wooden chair materialized, as if it was always meant to be there.
          And finally, the wisp started to burn brighter with a desire to also be reborn. It pulsated with light and became more and more impressive, escalating until it could no longer become hotter or brighter.
          And from within this light a new body was formed; the fourth.
          Kestrel.

The whole realm had been devastated and torn apart before Luna even had the chance to defend it- although, thanks to her meditative state she had been in the female managed to save her soul. Not only that, but thanks to the amount of spiritual digging she had been doing for the past two weeks, the girl had merged her current soul with her old one- regaining her memories.
          The spirit realms now had been reduced to a seemingly endless plane of darkness, the portal destroyed too; nobody could go in or out right now. Luna's body was gone completely, too. But right in the center of what seemed to be everlasting darkness was a small spark- something that looked similar to a wisp. It flickered slowly like an illusive flame, slowly regenerating it's energy. This small little bundle of energy had closed off all communications to other realms in order to keep itself safe, knowing that soon it would transform into a new person.
          Time was of the essence, and so the woman's soul started to twist and contract- reforming itself once more.

Sasharii entered the Spiritual Recluse and her triple-headed wurm hissed from each of her heads. The girl cocked her head towards her left shoulder as the wurm surveyed its surroundings. After a few moments, the triple-headed wurm curled a little closer around the girl. Sasharii began taking the energies around the realm into herself and then fed it to the wurm. The air around the wurm's mouths started to shimmer, distorting when she did.