The Mad Seeress of the North DOUBLE chapter previews for tonight's update · 2:16pm May 28th, 2016
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Chapter 9 - The Problem With 25
25 affected.
Ainippe looked up. The air was shimmering and charged with a hot wind around them. She thought she saw the form of a mare fading in and out of existence next to the writing, but it couldn’t gain solid form. “Nyx? If that is you, how did this come about?”
More writing overwrote the prior message - Sombra - dreams - fear feeder.
“‘Fear-feeder’?” Healing echoed. “What does that mean?”
“This is King Sombra’s doing,” Quiet Hoof replied. “She must be trying to tell us he got to them through their dreams.”
“But what does ‘fear-feeder’ mean?” the physician asked further.
“He is feeding their fears?” Neris offered.
“Or feeds on their fears,” the Marazon leader muttered. She looked to her companions. “Either way, he has gotten to two dozen of our troops.”
“But why pick the ones he did?” Ainnipe asked the space where the Nyx appeared trapped in some bizarre layer of time she could not quite penetrate.
The unnatural heat and awful feeling of something not quite there faded. “Nyx?” Ainippe called out. “Nyx! We need to know more!”
“Guess we’re on our own,” Quiet shivered. “Gods, that was creepy!”
“It appears that was all she could do to warn us,” the Queen shook her head. “But it was enough. Two dozen and one is not an appreciable number, unless there was a strategy in selecting the victims. We won’t know until we locate the others affected.” She turned to Quiet Hoof. “Unfortunately, we will have to do this on the move. Fortunately we already know half the number, so it should be a quicker search. Inform the Division Leaders to find the others affected thusly and report back to you at once.”
“As you command,” Quiet Hoof nodded and sped off to carry out her orders.
Chapter 10 Thy Fate be Sealed
When the passage of time slowed enough it wouldn’t make her sick to gaze upon, she slowly opened her eyes…
...to an empty cliff face overlooking the Great Ocean.
‘Did I move in space?’ the TimeWitch asked aloud of no one in particular. ‘I know I can do that, but it is rather dangerous and I have to make a conscious effort to avoid - ‘ She took a step forward, hitting the toe of her hoof upon stone. She bent down, clearing away moss and vines, revealing gleaming white and black marble underneath.
Her dark eyes widened in horror.
“No...no...NO!” her heart hammered in panic as she cleared more moss, exposing more of the Temple of the Moon’s foundation.
Her home.
It was leveled. Nothing had survived.
Not a wall. Not a statute.
Not a dragonfly.
The Marazon sat there for hours quietly crying, which had come after several minutes of heart-wrenching screams and sobbing.
This was all her fault.
