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[i]There were many, but they were few. A chorus, a choir, a harmony over the roaring fires. With each burning glade, the songs rose higher.

A branch broke here, a few silenced there. Soon just the crackle of flames remained, and then nothing as even that charred its last.[/i]

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[b][i]“I am Anath Homura! Come forth to me, and become the cosmic cultivators and architects of a new realm! Join my pantheon, and become Divine! Shape the sturdy land, shift the singing sea, sculpt the soaring sky, rewrite reality in accordance with your visions!”[/i][/b]

Ia’Akhul was and wasn’t. It did not matter. Life mattered, she knew this. She knew life mattered more than any deeper essence for her. Gently, her form had coalesced. She flapped her wings for good measure, testing their workings. 

Her head moved, glancing this way and that, saying nothing. Her leg moved and brushed her antenna- ensuring it was clean. With a small leap, she took to flight. Looking below her there was a world, barren but there. Great seas and oceans crashed across craggy shores and rocky isles. Particulate swirled in those waters, an endless dance with the flow and movement of the newborn world.

Grand sheets of glacial ice, capping the farthest reaches of the northern lands and the south escapes far beyond. Broken fragments drifting free, smallest flakes floating gently.

Air gathered dust and fragments of powerful stones, each moving and rumbling across that land. 

She mimicked and gazed. A world below, so full and so empty. She soared and swirled her path, trying to see the joy in action. But there was none.

The smallest stone adrift in a sea had no more desire or course of action than the great sheets of ice or the far rocky plains. Solid perhaps, active in other aspects. But resoundingly lifeless. 

It did not make her sad. That was too small and weak a word to describe the fullness of her feelings. She turned away from the brightly lit orb, countless dazzling lights surrounding a place more empty to her than nothing. Nothing promised nothing, it gave no hints, whispered no dreams. Something, a rock, a sea, a sky clear and free. That gave ideas, it gave options and dearest thoughts. 

That was her joy, something yet to come, something more.

Her wings made a turn, a flap that was not needed with the power that coursed through her, but kept all the same. Orbiting as if drawn in, around that loud spoken seeker. Pantheon and Divine. Cultivator and Architect. These meant little to her in that most deepest sense. But it meant enough.

Circling gently, a lazy path of flight she came close and far again to that speaker and guide light. [i]Anath Homura.[/i] Ia’Akhul was and wasn't. But, she planned to bring surety to that, as she drifted to her joyful dreams of lost and free thought. What was to come, what could be.

[hider=MP Summary]Start: Nothing
-Become Divine +5 Mp, +5 AP
End: 5 MP, 5 AP[/hider]
[hider=Summary]We get a little of past things, but then cut out and we are with Ia’Akhul.

She moves and tests her form, looking around at the world. She does not like a lifeless scene she sees. She twirls around and starts orbiting Homura in a gentle flight path a ways out as she thinks and dreams of Life and Ideas to come.[/hider]