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Lagrange Point [RP]
The stars align on that day, the clouds parting to make way for the moon and the sun, eclipsing each other, a dark spot crowned in blinding golden light to enlighten those below, in the dirt and the mud. The planets, the celestial bodies left behind in the wake of the dragon, from the largest start to the smallest speck of dust align perfectly, in one straight line, aimed straight at the heart of the planet.
The gods, the world, the universe itself holds their breath for that singular moment when everything orients itself perfectly. Then, a rush of starlight and the last breath of the divine flood downward, concentrated in that singular point, finding its target, and fate is severed. The players have been set down on the board for all to see.
The so-called Heavenly Strait is hardly very heavenly anymore. Years of heavy fighting has reduced it to an inhospitable strip of land. The roads have been replaced by foxholes, lush forests reduced to timber and fuel for the endless fires that sweep their way throughout the battlefields. Every couple of feet there's a skeleton or a corpse left to rot and decay in the sun, a hole through their skull so that the crows could feast upon their innards more effectively.
Tattered flags fly in the wind, colors dulled from months of prolonged sunlight. There exists a few fallen tents, the remains of hastily retreated camps from both sides, destroyed maybe from bombardments or ambushes or other forms of conflict. Soldiers from both the Dreibund and the Dual Alliance dressed in grayish-brown uniforms run ragged from continual fighting are stationed in their fortifications, hunched over in anticipation of combat.
No one cares venture forth into the empty wasteland between the two sides, open to fire from sharpshooters and cannon fire. The death toll keeps climbing, higher and higher still, neither side willing to back down, urged on from their deities up above in the clouds. After all, only one can be left standing in the aftermath of it all.
This is where you all suddenly find yourselves, in a dug out ditch somewhere within the no-man's land between the two sides, next to a burnt out wagon and the skeleton of a long dead horse. You all don't remember how you got here, but you are here, in the middle of this barren field.
Waking up with no recollection of how he got into a place isn't too uncommon for Raven. His memory hasn't been exactly perfect within recent months. He's grown used to having to crawl his way back home after a nap in a place he didn't fall asleep in... at least, he thinks he didn't fall asleep there.
Whatever. That doesn't matter right now. What does matter is where the hell is he, and where is the-
I'm right here, no need to fret.
Thank the gods, it was still with him.
Where am I?
At a place where you can better change the outcome of the war, little one.
Who... who are these people?
Allies, little one. For now.
So, no need to panic. Allies, a better positioning- did something just move? No, no. It was just a trick of the light, nothing to fret over...
Good to see that you remember what I've taught you, little one.
How could he forget? The voice had given him so many valuable lessons he must never forget. Oh! The weapons, are they still- yes, they're here. All safe with me... wherever this is. Might as well wait for the others to wake up... no harm in that.....
And with that, he fell back asleep. No harm in a little nap, right?
Wrong. But my 'little one' needs his rest, after all, so I can allow it. Sleep well... I'll wake you when you need it.
*Echo wakes up, half buried in the ground. The scorching sun beams on him, and he cried out in pain. Quickly transforming into his other form, he uses echolocation to try and find a place to cool off, but on the blood-soaked battlefield, there is none.*
Good, good, you've all finally arr- er, I mean waken up. Now, get up please, quickly now. I didn't spend all that effort to see you lazing about in the dirt and muck. I want you all in fighting shape before the other arrives. I've stared at this exact spot for about thirty minutes or so now, waiting on you deep sleepers and I'm not keen to wait another thirty.
Raven startles awake, and immediately moves to pull Corruption from its sheathe.
Calm, little one.
Raven calms almost immediately after hearing the voice.
"Who... are you people?"
(CLARIFICATION: Only Raven can hear the voice that I put in black.)
*waking up in the middle of nowhere wasn't quite a rare appearance for sparks, but it was an unfortunate one. it probably meant the villagers figured out he isn't what he said he was and decide to dump him in the fields. Looks like hell need to find a new place. 'it was nice while it lasted' he thought. there some nice people in the last village, not that he bothered to learn their names.
As he got up straightening his robes and shaking the dust out of them he noticed the others and immediately jumped for his staff.*
"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE" *sparks said with a booming voice, coking the gun hidden in his staff.*
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Made in collaboration with @BlueHairedBoy13
Wherever there is anything, there is duality, yin and yang, right and wrong, light and dark, left and right, yes and no, death and life, forever and ever onward, expanding in two columns wrapping around each other in a double helix that stretches on for eternity. They will never touch, never reconcile, always polar opposites, so far away from each other but never apart. Blood, poured over a blade of steel, splitting into two streams of sanguine beauty and horror.
Wherever there is duality, there is conflict. Moral, physical, mental, emotional, blood spilled over bayonets and guns, cannons and pikes. In the end, after all is said and done at the end of eternity, and all that is left is the ashes of the old worlds and the corpse of the new, there can only be one. There should only be one. And I, I will be that one.
Cast aside your prejudices, your virtues, your moral greys and ambiguous questions, the dubious issues and embrace it, that absolute at the beginning and the end. There is only one, there has always been always one and there always will be one, only one, ME. Over the residue of gunpowder, smoke, and blood I shall reign, on top of a throne of paper bodies if I have too.
A war rages now, one without end, one that will not end, one that will only be decided at the end of history. Destiny is being torn between two points on the distant horizon, the fate of all resting precariously on the precipice.
"Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters."
- Alexander the Great