09-12-2016, 12:46 PM
Jon stepped into the Spirit World, leaving his body behind on the aircraft. In a flash he was drifting among that place between worlds, that gap of infinite darkness. Dreams speckled like points of light. They beckoned to him. He itched to go and spy on one in particular. But it was not time yet. There was something he wanted to go see.
He shifted and reality coalesced around him. Old stone beneath him, palaces surrounding him like ghostly sentinels, silent and empty in the effervescent light of this place. There it was. The arch. He shifted to it, and stood at the base. It was huge, towering over the square, black on red, flanked with statues gilded with gold. All done with the Power in an instant. Jon put a hand out and felt it. The base was smooth, all of one piece. What must it have taken to craft such a thing? The Ascendancy was clearly stronger in the power than Jon. He knew there was no way he'd ever be able to hold enough of the Power to accomplish something like this. Not by himself, at least. They were not gods, though, no matter what Brandon claimed. There had to be a way to balance him.
He took his hand from the slab. Something echoed out in this place. It was strange to hear sound. He turned in a circle, and his eyes rested on the source. A familiar face.
"Nimeda,"
he said. "It has been some time. I hope you are well. And the other you, of course."
He'd been hoping to see Nimeda, here. After their last encounter he'd had to flee all too quickly. Then his eyes narrowed. She wasn't alone. Another girl, young, yet... "Who is your companion?"
He shifted and reality coalesced around him. Old stone beneath him, palaces surrounding him like ghostly sentinels, silent and empty in the effervescent light of this place. There it was. The arch. He shifted to it, and stood at the base. It was huge, towering over the square, black on red, flanked with statues gilded with gold. All done with the Power in an instant. Jon put a hand out and felt it. The base was smooth, all of one piece. What must it have taken to craft such a thing? The Ascendancy was clearly stronger in the power than Jon. He knew there was no way he'd ever be able to hold enough of the Power to accomplish something like this. Not by himself, at least. They were not gods, though, no matter what Brandon claimed. There had to be a way to balance him.
He took his hand from the slab. Something echoed out in this place. It was strange to hear sound. He turned in a circle, and his eyes rested on the source. A familiar face.
"Nimeda,"
he said. "It has been some time. I hope you are well. And the other you, of course."
He'd been hoping to see Nimeda, here. After their last encounter he'd had to flee all too quickly. Then his eyes narrowed. She wasn't alone. Another girl, young, yet... "Who is your companion?"