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The Chronicles of Domewyrd: 9

VIII
The Sun & The Moon.

Far above, on the pristine marble balcony of Fairgun-Gard, the wind roared ferociously, blowing Vaea’s perfect hair across her  nose. She combs strands behind her ears, tapping her fingers in a certain succession. Cocking her eyebrows, she raises her index finger forward. “That’s IT!” she slowly shouted “Oh, I truly out do myself don’t I?” Her cackles occupied the halls of Fairgun-Gard, shrilling through the white hallways like an eerie gust. Vaea turned around, her gown brushes against the stone-floor. Swaying her delicate but pronounced hips, she walks seductively towards Vorago. Whom is laying on a stone-slab. His lifeless arms folded onto his chest, he snores soundly asleep as the darkness seething all around him begins to move with his every breath. Vaea giggles, placing her hand on her lips. “You know, Vorago, you really are just adorable laying there, ever so vulnerable.” After laughing in her palm, Vaea then traces her fingertips on his resting body. “I don’t know about you, but I do think Dome-Wyrd is due for some light, it’s too gloomy my dear.” “ Whatever will the poor mortals think… It needs some light, it needs some stars, oh heavens, Vorago!” “It’s just no good— at all.” Her tone lowering, ripping her previous words to shreds. She now grips his chest, her other hand raising upwards, spawning a spinning orb. An ethereal rainbow of colors. Vorago began groaning, an aura slowly reveals itself, encasing Vorago’s body.
The darkness he seethes is being spun around him, entangling his body. Slowly siphoning his seething darkness into the orb. “Now, Vorago, darling. Since you’re just being so LAZY, I’m going to do— what I should have been DESTINED to do.” She grasps the orbs in her delicate fingers as it slides inside of her skin. Vaea’s skin vibrates as she dramatically inhales. Rightfully so as she exhales a darkened vapor, her skin pulsates and begins pulsating in a dark, familiar aura as her hair begins to flow upwards. Changing her golden threads into an onyx-black. Holding her hands outwards, Vaea spawned two orbs in the bleak sky. She moves her fingertips gracefully. The orbs move across from each other, the one of the left is a bright orange. The one on the right is a luminescent white. Vaea swipes her right hand and the right orb flies out of sight. She grips her right hand toward the orange-orb, giant, crusty bulbous eyes open up. Tiny infant hands and feet spawn underneath its eyes.  It yawns, as Vaea waves her left hand in a back-and-forth motion the orbs spin. Becoming a bright orb of orange light in the center of the sky. Hiding the mortals from the very thing they had been blessed with. For every beauty has a hideous face, you just have to see it in the right light. The light beamed through the clouds, lighting up the beautiful rolling hills of Dome-Wyrd, its beautiful towering mountains, its lush and sprawling forests. It spread across all the vales in a pleasant flash. The entire world finally could live in light,  not only giving Dome-Wyrd days & nights, but truly, giving Dome-Wyrd its sun & moon.  When the mortals should finally see the true face of the sun & the moon, well that’s quite the tragedy, for another time.

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