» Visions from a Past World

SPARKS WILL FLY, THEY IGNITE OUR BONES WHEN THEY STRIKE, WE LIGHT UP THE WORLD Iskra spent a lot of time at the Riptide Isles because out of everything they felt the most like home, which was a small comfort for the wrecked boy. He slumbered along the shore, startled awake at last by the storm and the screams that tore from the water's depths. He scrambled to his hooves, wings puffed out as best they could manage under the ceaseless water that drenched them. "What!?" he cried out in confusion, spinning this way and that, but only chaos extended as far as he could see around the Isles. Horses were caught in the midst, swimming, driven towards the ravaging decimation of another realm. It stopped abruptly with the Tigress, whom stood as a beautiful thing, a perfect image of calm among the travesty. Her smile was knowing, haunting, soothing. It was reminiscent of his old gods, and so he found himself smiling too, daring to be relieved. Perhaps there was more than Kaos here after all, maybe she could help them! It was already clear that was influencing the Isles, mending them, restoring them. Iskra stood on tip toe with delight at it, at her. Until disaster - lightning (mother??) - a scream and a void of hope as the tigress vanished. Iskra wailed out for her, but there was no point. I S K R A