Drabble - Red War; Ehries
For all the eons she’s lived, all the lives she’s witness pass into the abyss of whatever counts as an afterlife, Ehries has always had power. For all the moments where she had felt powerless in this game of cat and mouse, of overflowing life to devastating destruction, she has always had some measure of control over her fate. Against her mothers’ forces, she’s slain many, imploded ships and ripped fleets apart with ruptures made in space.
She never expected that one day, she would truly be powerless.
Then again, none of the expected Ghaul and his forces did they? She had stayed, always trying to defend the people she’d grown to love. With shields and blood surrounding her, she’d been in the process of ushering civilians out of the City when it happened.
Like lightning, her shields flickered out in existence and the distance cries of the civilians around her were drowned out by the sound of her own screams. ‘FATHER!’ her mind screamed as she felt the part of her that was safest, the part of her that she’d nurtured and showed others, was cut off. Like the first time her heart had been ripped out of her chest, she fell. Unable to breathe, to think past the sparking pain, barely able to move her fingers to confirm she was still alive.
Eyes glassy, she felt the Darkness lurking inside of her move, expanding outwards to fill up the empty space left behind as her Light was torn away.
The voice that called her back was not one that she’d been expecting. As she came too from her catatonic state, Ehries looked up at Apostle, the ring of fire around his head so much like a crown that, if she weren’t so...cold, so tired, she would have snorted. Instead, she could barely swallow, only vaguely aware of the way he barked orders at the civilians are other Guardians alike that had joined them, taking charge of the situation like he was born for it.
Belatedly she’d realize, he probably had been born for it. Surprisingly, the realization brought relief, knowing that the people were in safe hands while she adjusted her blindfold and veil, trying the gaping hole in her soul from them all.
Not that he could stop her from going to the shard. He knew that, luckily.
She was a ghost as tried to find her balance - a near impossible feat given half her being was missing - but the Eliksni recognized her enough to avoid attacking. She was grateful for that more than anything.
Especially when...the shard was there, and when she touched it, Light did stream back into her. But...it wasn’t enough. Barely a quarter of what she had before, of what she was used to. It had to be enough.