into the fire
It’s high noon when it first starts; a little flame on a patch of dirt. It is dwarfed by the cliffs, whose shadows contour each angular plane of its face in the severity of the midday sun. The water below stretches with no end and with a glaring reflection of the sky so bright it could blind. No one notices the rising fire.
No one, save a single winged mare in the heart of Terrastella.
Fire runs in her veins——her every step, her every word roars with its passion and mettle. Its manipulation is a power she has possessed before, and wields again. It is no coincidence she is the one that it calls upon. It had been her end.
And now, it will be her rebirth. All she must do is find it.
Should @Israfel choose to seek out the fire that wordlessly calls her, she will come upon a path of embers floating in the air, each a step nearer to their source than the last. The darker the sky, the easier they are to see, and the brighter and higher the final flame burns. The fire grows in time with the sun’s descent: slowly, as if it were a vehicle of animation, rather than destruction; a single column of heat and light at the Praistigia Cliff’s edge.
Even before Israfel can see the fiery pillar, she will hear its crackle and roar. It is faint at first——could be written off as a figment of her imagination. The closer she gets; however, the more certain she will become that something is burning.
As twilight draws nearer, the sky begins to glow a crimson red. The sunset bleeds into the ocean, and the fire stretches into the sky. There is no distinction between the three, only color. When it reaches its full height, the flame throws up ashes to dance upon the breeze; black stars in a red night.
A fire at the edge of the world surely marks the end of something, one is bound to think. Indeed, “Come,” it seems to command, (and not simply to come to, but) “come through”——through, and over the edge of a cliff. And yet, the flame seeks not to harm, but to bestow a gift upon the embodiment of fire itself. It will take both faith and bravery to step into the pillar of flame—the very thing that killed Israfel,—for if the fire scorches her feathered wings, the only way out will be down.
No one, save a single winged mare in the heart of Terrastella.
Fire runs in her veins——her every step, her every word roars with its passion and mettle. Its manipulation is a power she has possessed before, and wields again. It is no coincidence she is the one that it calls upon. It had been her end.
And now, it will be her rebirth. All she must do is find it.
Should @Israfel choose to seek out the fire that wordlessly calls her, she will come upon a path of embers floating in the air, each a step nearer to their source than the last. The darker the sky, the easier they are to see, and the brighter and higher the final flame burns. The fire grows in time with the sun’s descent: slowly, as if it were a vehicle of animation, rather than destruction; a single column of heat and light at the Praistigia Cliff’s edge.
Even before Israfel can see the fiery pillar, she will hear its crackle and roar. It is faint at first——could be written off as a figment of her imagination. The closer she gets; however, the more certain she will become that something is burning.
As twilight draws nearer, the sky begins to glow a crimson red. The sunset bleeds into the ocean, and the fire stretches into the sky. There is no distinction between the three, only color. When it reaches its full height, the flame throws up ashes to dance upon the breeze; black stars in a red night.
A fire at the edge of the world surely marks the end of something, one is bound to think. Indeed, “Come,” it seems to command, (and not simply to come to, but) “come through”——through, and over the edge of a cliff. And yet, the flame seeks not to harm, but to bestow a gift upon the embodiment of fire itself. It will take both faith and bravery to step into the pillar of flame—the very thing that killed Israfel,—for if the fire scorches her feathered wings, the only way out will be down.
Should @Israfel choose to follow the ember path, she will find herself at the edge of the Praistigia Cliffs in front of a column of fire not dissimilar from the one that killed her previously. When she steps into the fire, she will feel a fierce sensation of heat in her gold markings and wings akin to the intensity but painlessness of warm water on cold skin. Once the feeling fades, the pillar of flame will disappear back into the dirt from which it came, leaving Israfel in the black of night.
She may or may not be aware of her new immortality.
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If you want Israfel to begin aging again: contact staff. If she becomes mortal again, you won't be able to re-instate her immortality without purchasing it again through the Agora.
enjoy! -aim
She may or may not be aware of her new immortality.
How to tag this account: @*'Random Events' without the asterisk!
If you want Israfel to begin aging again: contact staff. If she becomes mortal again, you won't be able to re-instate her immortality without purchasing it again through the Agora.
enjoy! -aim
Please be advised, tagging the Random Event account does not guarantee a response!
