and each side is a loser
So who cares who fired the gun?
All in all, after deliberating about it for a whole five seconds, Dacianna had decided her life must be some morose God's idea of a bad joke at the expense of her briefly tasted freedom. "What a waste" she sighed as she remembered the sickening mess of death she had just seen, the natives of Helovia had died for her to be free from the Rift and died again as the Rift had taken her back, massacred, for what? She should have known better, the Rift wouldn't just let her leave, as if some Gods of another world could be powerful enough to stop it, Kaos, she felt, had quite happily pulled the rug out from under her. “I am life—I bring life!” that damned God had cried reminding Dacianna that the Rift's idea of living was a bit backwards. In the end, the carnage abated, the misty land did indeed come to breathe again and the gold adorned unicorn watched it with some kind of repulsed fascination. Neon eyes blinked amongst the ethereal and Dacianna shivered, reaching to push her red sash further up her neck, as if it somehow comforted her as she began to walk through the portal.
Riftian, the Helovians had called her and through the outcry of her pride she had rejected it, but now, in her bitterness, she accepted it.
She had spent most of her time here running away from whatever demented monster had decided that she was its dinner for that day and the rest of it hiding from such creatures. Even right before the Earth God had 'saved' her she had been running from some oddly mutilated shark with a bag of bones for company, all alongside a fishlike horse who had stood and fought alongside her. Aquila, had it been? This was all, once upon a time, not so long ago, during a normal rift day.
Had Kaos somehow tamed this rabid place? The mare found that very hard to believe even after witnessing the power he possessed to wreak such havoc on one poor world.
A selfish part of her took some refuge in the fact that she hadn't been banished here alone this time and so she went in search of the stray Helovians who had made it into the Rift.
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The angry presence cares naught for the circumstances of her escape, it cares only that she was ripped from the fabric of time, and placed elsewhere. She was taken along its four hearts, free to thrive elsewhere while the Rift starved and dried up. She did not try to return, or if she did, she didn't try hard enough. A flutter of leaves, a roar of thunder—that's what greets her return.
The Portal
