Aphelion I

[Alpheratz]

Who: I'll take on anyone for this one. If no one comes to reply soon, I'll just make it a solo instead. When: Summer, 5th, 512 AV - 3rd bell of night Where: The beach of Riverfall That night the sky opened. It was barely enough for a single soul to slip by the celestial gates. And it did, or rather he did. One foot after the other, this soul carelessly stepped into the abyss. A bottomless hole swallowed both his feet, reaching to his knees. Legs were soon gone as well, the ruin denied by seconds when the falling stopped at the waist. The pause appeared just long enough for the unfortunate to feel his destiny. Be it by divine enlightenment or profound idiotism, the creature was beginning to understand his quite literal lack of lower extremities. Bold flashes of former mistakes and designs flooded the mind as it too fell back to the world. Fingers held on for a while longer, grasping the last of his divinity. But it was no longer his hand that held up the heavens, and it was no longer his soul that walked the Goldenlands. Desperate in his attempt to climb back up, he let go before his strength was up anyway. He wanted this. He wanted the rift and he found it. And now he had it. The price seemed great, but the pleasure of knowing remained floating; masking the loss with immeasurable feeling of gain. He did this, he and none other before him! He was the fool that let go. An abysmal idiot, yet still strangely honored to be the one, the first of his breed. They will remember his name in tales told to their children. The fallen would be a great example of why you shouldn’t act out and how it’s dangerous too think too much. An obscene smile lingered on his features as he fell. Through wind and pain; Through pleasure and gain; Through cold and warm; He fell back to wave and land, raising a storm. His storm ended as quickly as it started, few ripples wiping the arrogant smile of his face. Replacing it with confusion, irritation and curiosity, the distant Ukalas laughed at him. If only Syna could see him – she would probably smack him – but if she could only see him for all his grand failures. His entire body hurt and the tail… he had a tail? No, not a tail – it was the tail! Such a strong and fearsome appendage was to be expected from a child of sky and sea, particularly the latter – currently at least. Still puzzled by the change of his body, he pressed forward. Strangely enough as his tail muscles flexed, propelling his body closer to what he knew was a shore, the air wasn’t running out. Was he still immortal? He had heard of brothers and sisters that fell before and ill news of their monstrous forms, but he never could’ve predicted the scar of his fall to be so useful. He flexed his glorious tail a couple more times as water passed by only to be replaced by more of it. And he was reaching land. Surely he didn’t notice it the first time his outstretched hand dug into the grainy sand of the beach, but as soon as its sister caught up the realization was obvious. He had reached the lands he too once walked on, or rather avoided (judging by the tail at least). The man wanted to scream. Scream his name, and the name of victory and joy and passion and all his muses, but wicked tongue conspired against him. It was at the very first word “…” a silence struck his tongue again. “…agahsah… asgahe…” useless – again. But he knew other languages he feared to speak. They would strip bits and pieces of his divinity away after all. “… A…l….sada..” strangely enough there was no mortal sound that could be used as tribute for the names he wished to voice. He had no name here. That didn’t faze him much as far as depression went, but it did feel maddening. Somehow he expected it all to fall on his shoulders much harder. Names were nothing after all. They could always be forged anew. After all not even Aniel Deathbane’s name could save him from Dira’s embrace – nothing ever could. Somehow he knew there was a reason behind his real name. Intent so obvious in its shine that it outmatched all other sounds his soul had ever stood witness to before. So he would need a new reason to mark this new name. A new name was easy once a reason was found. But what should he be called and why? Why?