leonidas
holy places are dark places.
it is life and strength,
not knowledge and words,
that we get in them.
it is life and strength,
not knowledge and words,
that we get in them.
The boy is running, his sister beside him, over endless, endless black. Their feet, he and his sister’s, are staccato on this eternal glass. It gleams into infinity, it sings like metal and its song goes on strong and loud until the edges of the worlds. Leonidas wonders if his mother can hear their feet, if she can hear how they running, running, running, to find her, to stop time - to reverse time and bring back the moment she left.
The relic is there, it gleams and it blinks and it seems to beg him to collect it. The boy strives, he pushes his feet on and on and on - faster and faster but the relic gets no closer. Until it opens like a lilly and bleeds its petals upon the floor. They fall as crimson tears and carpet the ground in liquid pools of crimson.
The boy stops, his small feet skidding along the glass. He reaches for Aster, begging her to stop too. He dares not cross, but others do. The boy huddles close to his sister as figures push past them and step out boldly across the petals.
Leonidas’ eyes are wide as he watches them. Jealousy pricks at his aching heart, he doesn’t want anyone to pick that relic but he or Aster. Those bolder, braver horses step across the petal bridge and the boy blinks away his chances of finding his mother. He waits and hopes that another way might form, that this is just another of the relic’s great deceptions.
stings, still remembering wings, even as he steps out from the chaos. A moat reaches out before them – was that not how they came here? It looks as if it may be flimsy, as if it may break, but the twins are small and fast and he turns to his sister and cries, “Run!” His voice small and shrill as any terrified boy might be. Then he leads her across the terrible moat, skipping and leaping from place to place, hoping each will hold their weight.
OOC: Leo has chosen option 2
@Aster | "speaks" <3
