The Portal
IF IT FEELS GOOD, TASTES GOOD, IT MUST BE MINE HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE New life cannot be scheduled; it happens when it happens, and these particular children could not really have chosen a worse time to be born. Vadir notices them a short distance away whilst she's on the wing looking for her red brother, and she transmits the images down to Volterra. The stallion growls deep in his throat - he doesn't know what to do. He cannot in good faith leave all his children here to go and meet the new ones, but nor can he allow Erthe to think that he doesn't care about the life they've created together. Finally he makes his mind up, and leaves Vadir to watch over his offspring whilst he shifts quickly towards Erthe. She's not far away, thankfully, and he can still see what's going on back where he entered the portal. By her side are two foals; again Volterra's virility has borne fruit. Despite everything that has happened - Helovia's destruction, Isopia's death, the loss of one of his dragons - the Indomitable feels a spasm of joy at the sight of his newest sons, a spasm that is quickly quelled beneath the weight of his anxiety about current events. He hasn't given himself chance to mourn Isopia yet or worry about Verzes, so focused is he on action and protecting his family, but he can feel the weight of the world on his shoulders at the idea that these two foals will never see Helovia. They will never meet Isopia. The Rift will be their home, and that is....sad, and terrifying. "They look good and strong," he rumbles, although his voice is frayed with nerves and his eyes keep darting between the colts towards the rest of his children further back. "And you, Erthe? Did you come through unscathed?" Volterra seems well enough, save for the burns on his body where his amulets exploded - his wounds run far deeper, like the welt in his mind where Verzes used to be, and the hole in his heart where Isopia belongs. |
