Rerouted

[Nox]

There was nothing but the dream like state Nox left himself in. Aurora dancing with him. It was a memory. One he'd forgotten. It was shortly after his mother had died. She'd helped him through it after waking to the horrible nightmare of watching her die over and over again.

The presence of another god broke through the haze. Nox turned in the direction it came from. The power was immense. The shear volume and strength meant only one thing - Ascendancy.

Had things devolved so far the big man himself had to come and fix things? Or was he here to destroy it all.

"Always so doom and gloom little brother."


Nox turned in the direction he thought his sister had spoken from. And sighed, it was all in his head. It was always in his head. He turned back to the power and felt for his own, but it slipped through his fingers. The seduction of it's call was unnerving now that he couldn't touch it.

The chaos and violence that called from it, so close yet so far away. Oozing from his fingers like day old porridge. Nox pressed the palm of his hands against the walls hoping to feel something but he knew it was pointless. He was going stir crazy...