by Gabi Moore
"I think humanity needs you. Whatever you are, wherever you've come from. I think humanity needs something in this world to pull them out of a state of philosophical depression."
"I'm not sure you understand what you are saying."
"Well, the way I see it, you are a representative of a race capable of things that we humans only dream of. I recognize that obviously you have the capacity for both good, and bad, which means that there is no certainty as to the outcome of an intersection between the two races. "
He paused for a moment, and let out a long sigh.
"As a matter of fact, in all likelihood, your culture will likely overthrow our own. I don't think it will be personal either. Historically, every time a more advanced civilization has interacted with a less technologically integrated civilization, there has been an unrepentant dominance and absorption of the previous culture into the dominant new culture. I don't think you'll have a choice."
"I don't understand how that is an advantage to humanity."
"Well, that's because you don't see humanity as I do."
"Elucidate."
He laughed.
"The problem is that most people in our world today don't have any kind of imaginative capacities whatsoever. Scientific reductionism has taken so firmly a hold on our cultural psychology that we can't seem to determine the difference between our own ass and an ad in a fashion magazine."
"No offense, but I've seen more than a few asses here that look nothing like they belong in a fashion magazine."
"Okay, well, maybe that was a bad analogy. What I mean to say is that there is nothing special about the human, in their own self-evaluation. Everything has been reduced to materialism and consumerism. All emotions and tendencies are commoditized. Religious instincts are used for political control, or subverted into dominance schemes. "
"Sounds like you did this to yourselves."
"It’s true! But, that doesn't make it any less depressing."
"I don't think you'll find us to be the benevolent saviors you hope for."
As I spoke, my mind replayed the battle with Xan, and all of the intricacies of the political system within the Capitol. The very fact that the Wilder elves had attacked meant that there was no final bastion of ideological purity within the Fae Realm. If there was no purity, then I could hardly believe that we could be seen as the saviors of another world.
"Your spiritual death sounds like a personal problem that each human needs to face. I sincerely doubt we will change that for you."
"That’s just it! I don't think you will change anything either. However, I think that opening the portal might lead to creating a catalyst, which challenges the basic assumptions of the world we live in."
"I see..."
He was right.
Not even the Fae knew how the rift would work out. We were working in entirely unknown territory. It went without saying that the opening of a Rift would change everything, but that didn't necessarily mean that everything would change for the better.
It was more like a desperate strike into the darkness, in hopes that whatever rested on the other side was somehow better than what was inevitable in the absence of such exploration.
Of course, whenever we struck out into new territories, there was always the risk that was associated with that process of discovery. Problems might be alleviated, but then again, things might only grow in their complexity, as well.
"Neither side knows what will happen."
"And both sides believe that there is a hope for things to change."
I looked at him, skeptical of how much he understood.
He caught the glance and laughed again.
"It's obvious that the stakes are high. Otherwise, why show yourself? Why expose yourself, or put yourself in danger to protect the life of someone like me?"
He shook his head and bit his lip.
"No, things are changing, for sure. All I can say is that I am going to do everything in my power to make that change happen. As for the consequences, I'll leave the burden of impact to someone else."
Amethyst lifted her head to stare at her master, and then lowered it down once more to the seat. I agreed with her sentiment entirely.
"We will see."
Whether it was the hum of the car, or the fatigue from the battle at the restaurant, I found that it was soon time for me to nap. Closing my eyes once more, I drifted off to sleep; passively riding along with Erol while he carted us forward to our destinies.
I woke up to the sight of fire.
Chapter 12
The fire was contained within a sphere that was thousands of miles away. I adjusted my eyes to the light, and looked around my environment. The familiar car, and the comforting presence of the dog were no longer part of the picture. Instead, I had somehow found myself once more in the landscape of the Demon Realm.
With a mixture of revulsion and intrigue, I looked at the body that I once more inhabited. The same reptilian form as before covered my skin, and I thought about the words of Erol.
Could this be? I thought to myself.
I wasn’t sure if this was my true form, or if this was only another passing moment. The whole question brought deeper thoughts into my brain, and in the way that only dreams can provide, an answer arrived matter-of-factly in my consciousness.
Like a giggle, or a transformation of thought, the conclusion left me, as soon as it had arrived.
I blinked.
Whatever that thought was, it didn’t seem to matter much any more. I was here, and that was enough for me to worry about. I felt more capable than I did the time before. Already, I was keeping an eye on the ground, and making my way toward more stable places to rest.
I launched up into the air, and felt the beauty of my wings as they manipulated the air currents around me. I felt powerful, and strong. A smile came to my face, in spite of the horrific landscape, and I remembered the simple joys of flying.
Without any effort at all, my wings opened and caught the air currents on the way down, transforming my plummet into a graceful arc. I soared past the edges of the wasteland, and into the rocky grey mountains beyond.
The pleasure slowed when I realized that I was not alone, and that I most likely stood out like a bloodstain against the vacant sky. I opted to dive down to the ground, and fly along the parched and cracked soil beneath my shadow. In all likelihood, whomever I had observed would also have seen me.
As I grew closer to the mountainsides, it became clear to me that I had been seen by whatever beings had been standing on the cliffs. I could feel their eyes on my body as I approached. My body shrank, and I remembered the difficulties that I had experienced during my last visit to this place. I dared not stop on the ground, but I was also hesitant to approach.
In the end, curiosity won out over deliberation, and I decided to fly upward, along the incline of the mountain. Once I reached an altitude that was slightly higher than that of my target, I slowed to a stop.
The claws on my feet dug into the gravel and sand which made up the sides of the mountain. A feeling of relief, and also dismay followed thereafter. In front of me, on the plateau, was a demon whom I knew to be Thane.
"I see you've acclimated to your new form!"
He laughed and extended both of his wings for emphasis. He sounded victorious, as though none of this was any sort of surprise to him. Thane had always been a worldly type of person, but to believe that something as strange and perverse as this world was to be considered normal.
"How did you know it was me?” I called out, still hesitant to truly approach and close the distance between the two of us.
"The same way you knew it was me. The soul knows its partner, regardless of what plane it is on. The whole reason we are here speaking together right now is not an accident, Aria."
His words rang clearly in my mind, even though the distance between the two of us was still considerable.
Plucking up my bravery, I leapt into the air, and glided down the side of the m
ountain toward his position. I landed close, but not too close. Near enough to recognize him by his eyes, and some of his more basic characteristics.
Even still, the match was not exact. His body was stronger than I remember. The scales on his skin made his entire frame appear to be more boxlike in construction.
His chest was bold, and his tale was thick at the base of his spine, and tapered off toward the end, some five or six feet away.
He looked deadly, and dangerous to be around. What made me feel more sad than anything else, was that I knew he looked like me.
"Impressed?" he asked, his teeth glinting in the light of the sun.
I was more than just impressed. He had me terrified.
I stared at him, with inspired awe in my eyes. The way that he held himself was so warlike, and majestic in this form. I was speechless.
"You may see me as something which is worthy of admiration, but I can't be anywhere as beautiful as yourself."
He smiled, though the smile was edged with teeth which made my heart race.
"The way that you soared through the air. It had been such a long time since I had seen you express your natural beauty like that; it really is something."
Now it was my turn to smile.
"It really is you, Thane. Once the compliments start flowing, it’s like honey for flies, isn't it?"
He had to laugh.
"You sound upset."
"Well, a lot of shit has happened since I saw you last. I don't even know what to make of all of it."
He nodded, like he already knew what I was going to say. The non-verbal cue that he was aware of the attack too me by surprise.
"There are a lot of changes on the horizon, Aria. I just want you to know how very much all of your work here means to us."
"Us?"
"The Fae race, though we won't be called that any longer when this is all over with."
"What are you talking about? What do you mean we won't be called that any--"
"Take a look around, and tell me what you see."
He gestured out over the barren landscape. Not a single thing covered the ground, save for cracks and rocks. The whole absence of life was disconcerting, in a strange way. I felt like the world was somehow incomplete."
"I see death."
He shook his head and grinned.
I hated it when he did that; behaved as though he knew something I didn't. It was one of his many secrets. The problem was that he was both so convincing, and well-informed that I really didn't know what to expect from him.
I shrugged.
"What do you see?"
"Potential," he said, smiling obligingly. "When I look around here, I see an emptiness. You had mentioned that it reminded you of death, but can death not also be a form of transition?"
He reminded me of a winged serpent, or a fallen angel. The reference was obviously to one of the more familiar trends of occultism and esoterica within the Capitol.
Ever since a relative peace had taken hold of the city, the people's thoughts had grown increasingly philosophical. As a result, everybody and their mother were collecting Tarot decks. The cards themselves had a long life in the human realm, but their magic was trans dimensional, as was their efficacy. The Tarot was a pictorial map of the mind of the gods; well, one of many.
"I understand, but both you and I know that your a man of action, and not metaphysical speculation."
"Ha ha! Exactly!"
"And what follows Death?"
I strained my memory for a moment to think of the answer.
"Fuck your games, Thane."
"Ah ah, keep your Temper."
He squatted down and began stretching his hulking frame along the ground. I wasn't sure if it was just my eyes, but the rocks of the mountain appeared to crack and break beneath the shifting of his movements. Suddenly, the answer came.
"Temperance."
"That's right, my dear. Temperance. Let not a soul say that you are an unreflective person, and what does that mean?"
He smiled at me, and I kicked him. I didn't even bother to restrain myself.
The blow connected squarely beneath his arm. He had anticipated my movements, and captured my leg. As easily as I had kicked him, he dove in the same direction as the arc of my kick. The physics of the maneuver were brilliant. Thane had always been an incredible fighter, but the resulting power in his new form was not something I was prepared to handle.
I was immediately swept off of my feet, and launched like a throwing hammer into the air away from Thane.
The damage was minimal, but what was truly incredible was how quickly I was able to react. My wings extended out to either side of my body and stabilized my fall. Without much effort at all, I was able to hover there in the air, just off the side of the mountain.
"Temperance, means the regeneration of health, toward a balance and equilibrium!"
He shouted the sentence, and when I looked at him, I saw how happy he was with himself.
"This, is what follows after Death!"
I lowered myself down to the plateau once more. The fight was not sincere. The whole process had been an elaborate form of demonstration. Nothing more. Meanwhile, Thane was gesturing toward me, like I was some divine revelation sent here to prove his point.
"Don't you see it?" he asked with complete earnest. "Your wings! The angels of mythology do not look as beautiful as you."
The flattery was nice, but I had seen my reflection in this world. We were once Fae, but there was something darker about this place. I wasn't convinced that this form of renewal was exactly what was meant by the ancient knowledge of the cards.
"One could never fault you for your ambition."
"Precisely! But tell me, what have I accomplished in any of the realms without you by my side?"
I thought about his statement for a moment, and then decided he was right, again.
I let out a sigh.
Telling Thane that he was right more than once in a row was a terrible idea, even if it was true. He saw my expression, and it was too late to conceal my thoughts.
"You know it's true, and what's more, is I know that you and I have the same set of values, even if we tend to express them differently."
"Nope. Not this time," I replied in all gravity. "You know very well that there are things that you have done recently that I want nothing to do with."
"Well, don't hold back now..."
He smiled again.
"Well, like cozying up to all of the politicians at the Capitol."
"Keep going."
"And, trading in your combat ethic for those ridiculous boots you always wore..."
"You didn't like my boots!"
I looked up at him to see if he was being serious or not, but there was a smirk on his face.
"You think this is funny?"
"Not at all. I think it's one hundred percent accurate. The problem is that while you are accurate, I feel like that was a necessary sacrifice that had to be made in order to get where we are now."
Once more, he gestured around the wasteland like it was some kingdom he had inherited. In the distance, I saw storm clouds begin to roll across the desert.
"What I don't think you realize is that this entire experience is an opportunity to end all of that trivial bullshit once and for all. We're going to wash away all of the self-righteous babble, and bring the Fae back to the state of power that we should enjoy."
"And what's the cost?"
"What do you mean cost?"
What cost could possibly be prohibitive to bring the Fae back to their rightful place in the world?"
"What possible cost would be too much to insure that each young Fae grows old in the knowledge that they will not be depotentiated in the name of progress?"
"Depotentiated, that's a bit of a soft word, don't you think?"
"Well, I was going to say castrated, but you've never had a problem with that."
Another smile.
"So... I'm going to go on a limb here and s
ay that I'm dreaming, because the last time I saw you, you looked different, even though you sound the same."
As I spoke those word, I saw his body change once more, though this time, it wasn't a new body, it was a fluctuating form. Something dark took over his body, and he changed from a handsome demon, into a horrifying creature. I continued to stand boldly in front of him, and allowed no emotion to cross my face whatsoever.
"Soon, you and I will be able to assume our rightful place in the world once more. We were never meant for the Capitol. We were meant for greater things, and this is going to be the opportunity which changes all of that for you and I."
His smile was toxic now, and the light in his eyes had changed into an unnatural green flame.
"Storm's coming," I said, nodding behind him.
The darkened clouds had risen up in the sky like tidal wave about to crash over the entire valley. The crest of the wave was a magnificent face of darkness, soaring so high it threatened even to blot out the oppressive sun.
"And with the storm, there will be floods, destruction, and complete structural change. When it has passed, the landscape that you see here will be unrecognizable. We will move forward into a new era of equality. Our tortured planet no longer oppressed by the structures of the planes."
During that final sentence, Thane's voice changed, if only for a moment. Something else had come through in its entirety, leaving me to wonder if any of us truly knew what the consequences of this Rift might actually be.
"You know how much I value equality."
"Exactly! And soon enough, balance will be restored. When that happens... I want you by my side."
His eyes narrowed, and the vision faded. The final impression that I held was being overwhelmed by a wall of darkness, except for two glowing eyes.
Chapter 13
When I woke up again, I found myself back in the car with Amethyst licking my face. Erol was technically in the back of the car, pulling some gear out from the rear of the truck. Rosemary was nowhere to be seen.
