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[Carnelia] Last time I fell through the void, I was trying to find Primus through the link of love forged between us as mates. I had been following the cord of connection that binds us, but somewhere, in the darkness, I lost the trail. Maybe it’s because this body is so fresh, and unlike my last two incarnations, has never felt a physical connection. My mate has never touched this skin, caressed this flesh, nor lost himself inside my core. Our souls know one another; they always will, but this shell hasn’t tasted the salt of his skin. The connection isn’t deep enough. “Maybe I should focus on my children,” I say softly, reaching up to touch my earrings. But my fingers find nothing but smooth flesh, without a single trace of piercing. My fingers are also bare of the mating ring Primus had placed on my finger on the beach of Vatra Island on the night he claimed me as his wife and princess. My heart skips. They’re lost. Left behind with my corpse. How could I have missed them before
[Carnelia] I’m not the same drakaina I was when the magus struggled to instruct me on opening the void. I’m not even the same person who learned by her newly resurrected father’s side how to manipulate the shadows. I’ve been reborn for the second time since being torn from my mate. My father had said I was becoming something like a god. And before today, before meeting one of our ancients in the flesh, I might have continued to laugh at the idea. But now, as I stand here, staring into the piercing gaze of the Mother of Us All, I realize that now, more than ever, I need to be my own god. Praying to anyone else won’t make a miracle, not when the goddess I always sought is standing next to me just as lost and confused as I am. “Now, if you please,” I wave my hand in her direction. “The starting point.” Tossing her robes aside, she reveals her arms to the elbow. As they are exposed to this green light, I notice that her forearms are dotted with more than scales and colored flesh–
[Carnelia] It is impossible to know how long I’ve been standing here, listening to the ramblings of this “Navigator,” standing on the precipice of a cliff's edge in a ruined city that she informs me isn’t just on the other side of our known universe, but in a dimension completely different from the one I was born in. “Your education is severely lacking,” she shook her head at me when she explained her understanding of traveling the void. “There are infinite potential worlds in infinite possible spaces. Sometimes it is the same world, but in different times, or different combinations of universal possibilities. The planet you were born to, Terra, is just one of many planet seeds discovered by our navigators. Of the most viable, it was chosen for its potential for easy adaptation and lack of intelligent competition for resources. Our offspring will only require minor modification to thrive there.” Struggling to understand, I had made the mistake of asking: “So, how many seed planets
[Ona] My heart is fluttering, unable to calm after seeing my sister beg me for help. The technicians, oblivious to my well-masked shock, begin explaining the situation, unaware of my inner turmoil. It has been months since I've seen Carnelia, and then there she was, standing in my control room, looking so...different.Except, she wasn't really here. She's trapped, somewhere so far away they can't tell me where she is. The young drake continues to ramble, but my heart and mind are no longer focused until I hear the words, "There's more." "More?" my voice catches. "More than that?" "As I explained before, that was just the first layer, the easiest to run through the translation program. The rest is," he swallows nervously, "unintelligible." “Show me,” I sigh, exasperated. “Just show me.” He presses a series of buttons, and the main display is overwhelmed with symbols that almost look like Ancient Celestial except that the characters look misshapen and warped. “Are you sure this
[Ona] [The Night Before] The message comes through at the end of our solar night, when the artificial light of our kingdom brightens with a false dawn. Here, above Terra, we use solar-powered lights to power an artificial sky. It’s always a perfect spring day here in the Celestial Kingdom. It never rains or snows. The seasons never change. It is always eternally perfect. Whoever built our kingdom, whichever ancients were responsible, gifted us with something precious when they made our sky of light. Even for us children raised among the stars, it can feel harrowing to always be visibly reminded that we are surrounded by the never-ending darkness of space. Only those of us born off-planet, or who have lived for any stretch of time down below, know exactly what we’re missing. What is sunlight and warmth without darkness and cold? How can you appreciate a perfect spring day if you’ve never blistered under the unrelenting summer sun? I wasn’t born here, but I was raised from an egg t
Or so I thought. It seems that Atremi had a plan for this as well. The tricky drake pulls a strange box out of his pocket, a metallic-looking device that reminds me a bit too much of something my brother Tritus would have hidden up a sleeve or stuffed in a pocket. Twisting the mechanism, he throws it in the clearing not far from Orion’s pod. “Change back, all of you,” Atremi growls, “In a few moments that’s going to go off and trust me, you’ll want to be as far away from that,” he points at the box, “as possible.” A pod takes at least two full-grown men to move in human form to lift it up onto a carrying device. But other than Atremi, there isn’t another available make, and that bastard isn’t waiting around to help. As Leon, I’m strong, but not strong enough to lift a full-grown drake trapped in a box of fluid. Not seeing any other choice, I keep my current dragon form as Atremi retreats to the treeline bordering the water, his body shrinking and shifting as he moves. By his side







