OOM: In the Ninth Precinct of Death

[mogget_cat]

The door to Milliways closes behind Yrael with a soft click, barely audible over the gentle yet ceaseless lapping of the grey water. The multitudes of stars shine overhead, a soft, bright cloud of light to illuminate the waters of Death and to call the spirits of the Dead to their rest.

Yrael stands with the water lapping at his ankles, and watches the Dead rise like shimmering lights to the stars, some quick and eager, some fighting every step of the way.

The stars sing their song of peace and rest to the Dead, and to the silent Bright Shiner below them.

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[mogget_cat]

He told a friend once, that he preferred to walk the knife's edge. He was more honest than the friend probably realized.

To Yrael, there was no betrayal on his part. He took his stand apart from both, neither helping the Seven enslave Free Magic to help build their Charter and their worlds, nor helping the Ninth destroy that creation. As long as he was left to his own devices, he was content. It was not in him to imprison another for a cause in which he had no part, whether that other be his brother or any other.

"What is that saying they use?" He murmurs. "Once burned, twice shy?"

[i-weep.livejournal.com]

How much of his siblings went into their creation? What would have happened to them if it was destroyed?

Yrael stands apart. He always has. As long as he refuses to see their side the forgiveness will never be true.

She moves her hands, now, and says, "So they do."

[mogget_cat]

That was their choice. They were free to make it, just as Orannis was free to make his choice.

Yrael just wanted to make his.

"I suppose I shall just have to take care as one should, when playing with fire." Warm, but not burn.