aion
the woods are lovely, dark and deep
but I have promises to keep.
but I have promises to keep.
He coasted through the skies, early dawn light dancing along each feather and turning his wings a soft gold, fringed in violet. A warm draft pulled him upwards
Aion hadn’t meant to drift so far away, but now that he had he supposed it was too late. First he had seen the beach, torn up by the hooves of countless horses who had watched the volcano erupt. Then he had explored a little farther, and the black, twisted bridge had caught his attention, the bridge that had been the subject of every conversation he’d heard in the last few days.
I’ll only go a little farther, he had told himself. But a little farther had meant traversing the entire expanse of the bridge, and then when the island blossomed like a new spring flower beneath his searching gaze, he had been hooked.
But it was the crowd of horses slowly accumulating below that caught his eye first, and down he’d gone in a lazy spiral.
The ground was strangely warm underhoof when he landed, huffing and folding his wings. There was a tension in the air, a wave of hushed whispers that darted back and forth, so fast and so quiet he could only make out the occasional word. Overnight. Strange. Suspicious.
Magic.
He pressed closer, weaving through bodies to the front of the crowd, where a bay man touched the black speck he had seen from above. Only it was no longer a speck, but a unicorn as black as the night, carved from stone.
His ever-present frown deepens.
Aion steps closer, catching the note that flutters in the wind with his telekinesis. “Time is Free,” he reads aloud, pale blue eyes scanning quickly across the scarce words. “Time is Here.” That’s it? he wants to add, but thinks better of it. That’s all they’ve given us?
He shakes his head. “Time,” there’s a bitterness to his tone that he doesn’t bother to conceal. "It would certainly be easier to talk to the gods if they were here."
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