How long has she been asleep in this world? How long has her sight been veiled by forces which threatened the Balance of this planet? The first ripple grew into a tide, reaching her with velocity that astonished a mind so rarely riddled by surprise. She had been careless. She had become too involved in other universes, and due to her negligence, this Earth has suffered a deep wound.
Her return caused a surge of light to flicker and pulsate across the soul of the planet. It was akin to the aurora, descending upon the land and the sea. She punctured through the veil with fire, her essence nestling into a vessel she had laid millions of years in the past. She had little time. A few days was all she needed to break free from her egg, upon an island she has claimed as her own across all variations of this planet she so loved.
What greeted her was more surprising than humans in body suits and crackling weapons. Magic was heavy in the air. Trees with gnarly roots towered to block out the sky. All manners of fantastical creatures have congregated here, most of whom she only knew from conversing with humanity. She chirred in hesitant greeting, and canted her head in confusion. They seemed wary of her, of which she could not blame, vast as she was in size.
She examined the many faces before her, gaze curious until her senses drew her to a pair of human children in the midst. She recognized them immediately, not by name or by countenance, but by what they could be. Leaning forward, she settled on her many legs, and peered at the two.
“Hello.” She spoke with the wind and the articulation of rain, of fluttering leaves and crumbly bark. “I cannot claim of others, but you, my dears, should understand the language I speak.”
