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Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

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It had been hard for Savayna to gauge what actually was happening to her. Just a minute ago, all but her sense of touch had faded away. She couldn’t hear what the two of them were saying. She couldn’t see their two faces. If it wasn’t for that final sense, Savayna wouldn’t even know what was going around her. Savayna had only the feeling of a gentle caress stroking her arm until there came the feeling of a warm glow surrounding her body. She couldn’t hear anything, so she couldn’t tell if this was a misleading glow that would soon reveal itself into what her mind convinced her was death or if it was going to cure her.

Even being in the darkness for only a minute, Savayna did not do well. She just never realized how much she valued the simplest things like being able to see the sight of that idiot Jaakuna and the bothersome Nadeline. She didn’t realize how essential it was to her mental health to hear her ex-husband’s voice and how he never thought about what he said. He simply said it and hoped for the best. Savayna never knew how much she would miss hearing the princess scold her for doing what Jaakuna always did. She didn’t realize just one or two minutes in the silent blackness that she would find herself missing all of that.

And as she counted down the time, her mind began to race back and forth from the past to the now, and all the way into the future that she had planned out once everything had been settled with the Creature and eventually Venat. Her mind was still her own. She had that at least and with it, she could picture all of Ivalice celebrating the union of the three great nations with Wesley and Nadeline marrying, uniting Dalmasca and Rozarria. She saw the union of Archadia and Dalmasca with the arranged marriage between Wesley’s younger sister, Cassandra and Jaakuna’s older brother, Roman.

And then, in the distance, on top of what seemed like the balcony of the palace of Stigma, she saw it. She saw her in a dress that glistened like fresh snow at the peak of winter and her hair elegantly folded above her head, tucked in several layers with a few strands hanging over her forehead, showing just how beautiful she was when she had been given the works.

In this scene that she was picturing and that had flashed before her was a future where she was about to get married to Grant, who was directly across from her. His hair was put in a single ponytail, though, due to the length of his hair, it still fell down to his midback. He had royal Rozarrian robes on that had the emblem of House Roselia on the center.

Savayna was admiring every inch of his body and how handsome he truly looked. She was savoring this moment. The sight in which she and Grant, throughout all of their troubles they had in their time together, this was it. They had made and all eyes were on them.

Behind Savayna, dressed in varying shades of blue and white, were Nadeline and Emiri who had looked nearly as beautiful as Savayna herself was. She saw Wesley and Jaakuna behind Grant. Separating all of them was the High Priest of Stigma’s First Church. His mouth moved and the sacred rites of marriage began to be recited from the ancient texts. This was it. The final moments of Savayna’s planned life. All of it amounting to this.

Or at least, it’s what her life would’ve been like. Had she lived to that point, it would’ve been the perfect end of her adventuring days and the start of her life as Empress of Rozarria and wife to GRant Marshal Roselia. The man who tamed the Ice Queen of Glacie. The one whom she loved with all of her heart. But most importantly, Grant was the one who wouldn’t even be by her side as all of that which she had dreamed.

And as she let the final thoughts linger for a moment longer, a sort of mental timer went off. Five minutes are up already, huh? She let out a smile, chuckling at how the Gods truly wished her to rot in her own pity. They put her through trial after trial only to let her take her leave from Ivalice’s soils because of selfish, hume greed. All of the livelihood had faded and she would only have herself to blame.

In the end, it truly didn’t matter. No one was to blame but Savayna Glacie, the Ice Queen of Archaida. She was at complete fault. So, might as well embrace the facts. This is your ending. The story has been written and in an ironic twist of fate, her undoing was an unexplained curse put upon her.

Savayna…

What sort of torture were they pulling up there? Within minutes, they had robbed her of all senses, but right when she accepted what life led her, now she heard a voice. Now was the time that she would be able to hear something that wasn’t her own consciousness? Truly, what lows weren’t out of bounds for them?

Savayna! Can you hear us?

Of course, I can hear you, but why are you doing this to me? Just..just…”Just leave me alone!” Savayna shouted, standing up as she took out her Ice Queen Sword, raising it high above her head.

In that moment, frost glimmered in her eyes, scanning around her. This seasoned general of battle had only the short moments in front of her to figure out what was happening. Above everything else, the first thing she noticed was the ground she had been looking at. Grey stone laid beneath her feet..her feet, which had been robbed of her were in her periphery. Those snow-colored heels and her blue nail polish shining with her porcelain skin. Savayna’s heart skipped a beat, then another one as she slowly rose her sight from the ground and slowly took in the sights of familiar features: golden hair and emerald eyes, and another set of golden locks with eyes like sapphire. She saw both of them look back at her.

She wasn’t sure what was happening? Was this the afterlife? It had to have been. What other explanation was there? These Gods truly loved to toy with their creations, didn’t they? “I’m not going to fall for your lies!” Savayna took a big step backwards, arming her free hand with an idle blizzaga spell.

“Savayna what are you doing? It’s okay. You’re fine now. Nadeline healed you.”

She shook her head, blocking out all of the sounds of what sounded like Jaakuna’s voice. She knew better than to let this facade confuse her. No, she would not let them deceive her. She was dead and whatever they tried to put into her mind, claiming she wasn’t was, to her, a lie of the worst kind. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Savayna charged forward, pushing her free hand forward as a wave of powerful ice magick consumed her sight as it made contact with two swords. The image of Jaakuna blocked it with a fire spell, but Savayna wasn’t done there. Her sword, on her command, floated from her hand and twirled over Jaakuna and what looked like Nadeline and began to replicate what she had done before: a tornado of air and ice gathering and shooting down to swallow both of them in the chilly breeze.

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Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Curse that Shion for making this spear nigh impossible to grab without there being some serious consequences. First, she had to make sure the first thing anyone who touched it without her permission experienced the violating essence of foreign mist pour into their body, causing any and all actions they were going to do or had thought about doing left their minds and only the screeching agony remained. And, after it was said and done and all fo the mist was finally out of their body, an extension of that wrapped around Savayna's body, bloomed flower petals, and induced a strong sap spell that was only akin to the Elder Wyrm of Gilmore. Of course, she was without the additional status infections, but the sap was real.

Really annoying, that is. Savayna was clearly at the end of her ropes. She lost the use of her voice, her access to her mist was fading(as noted by Mateus being forced back into his domain). It wasn't long until her basic senses were gone. Smell, sight, hearing--well fuck, that just went.

Meanwhile, Jaakuna just looked at Savayna, seeing how helpless she was and how Nadeline mentioned something about how what she was going to do Savayna was going to cause her more suffering. And, apparently, there was something about it being inhumane. He couldn't fathom what she was hinting at, but if she didn't do it fast, as she said, Savayna would be gone. "Just do it and don't even worry about hurting her. She's fine." Jaakuna gestured to how she had retained her color.

Annd that was gone too.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy…

In between the winces of pain she made from the outside mist that had made its way inside her, she watched Nadeline warily. Whatever the princess was going to do, regardless how well versed she was in the healing arts, it didn’t take a magitech engineer to know that the process would be incredibly painful. Just the fact that several glyphs had appeared around the two and had involved Nadeline use her rapier to stabilize those very glyphs so that, as Savayna surmised, unlocked the seals that had appeared on Savayna’s arms and legs and practically her entire body.

At first, it wasn’t so bad. She felt the mist starting to leak out of her body one smokey drop by drop. After a few, long moments had passed, Savayna was beginning to think that it was going to be okay. Perhaps it would go without a hitch and, not only would she be free of this continuous uncomfortableness, there was a high chance that they could walk away with one of the rarest weapons in all of Ivalice: the Zodiac Spear, that is said to house power from all thirteen espers.

“Wow, she’s actually doing it.” Jaakuna seemed surprised, which Savayna didn’t find comforting at all.

“Just--just shut up, will ya!” Savayna was trying to focus on something other than Jaakuna’s idiotic word choices. She wanted to focus more on how painful this whole procedure was getting. “Will you hurry up already?” Savayna snapped at Nadeline, urging her to make haste.

The pain was unmeasurable and every time Nadeline had gone forth with another moment of drawing out the mist from her body, much like slicing open the skin raw, she felt every drop of it as if someone was guiding a jagged blade across her skin.

And then, just as Nadeline seemed to go in once more and the look on her face gave Savayna a bad feeling, a series of events had occurred to where a pulse of magick sent Nadeline and JAakuna back a few paces and the glyphs that had surrounded Savayna dispersed. And as the magick had faded, the dark red and purple mist from the Zodiac Spear had surrounded Savayna. For a moment, she watched it curiously, then as it started to swirl around her, she tried to move. However, due to the effects, the mist had on her, she was still a bit slowed. Then, right out of nowhere, the mist had wrapped around her, constricting her moment, and took the physical form of what looked like vines from blue roses. Much like Shion’s trademark move to have the blue rose in her hair glow before she did something with her mist, they emitted the same glow. It only took Savayna one moment to realize what they were doing.

It was Sap.

“Seriously?!”

Jaakuna had kept his eyes on Savayna, but for a moment, he looked at Nadeline, “so, what do we do now?”

“I don’t care what you do -just hurry. This sap effect is strong. I can feel my mist being drained. At this rate, I’ll only have--” Savayna was cut off mid-sentence, her voice disappearing.

“She’s right. It’s strong, so we have to do something.” Jaakuna said, looking to Nadeline, “Ultima, stop being a lazy bitch and help your chosen one for once.”

And though Jaakuna probably shouldn’t have said that(Belias’ words, not his), it was the only thing he could think of that would get her attention. For Savayna’s sake, he hoped it wasn’t too late.

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

"Like you wouldn't believe," Eli said, confirming her suspicions.

Heather didn't suit her at all. Heather was the name of a dainty, little princess. Heather was the name someone gave their child if they wanted them to be the perfect doll in front of the cameras. It was what the famous actress, Heather Locklear was named and it was the name that all of those who had come after her had been given as a way to carry on that legacy. no, Eli didn't agree that it fit her, though, despite what he felt about that name, something that was obvious to him was that she wore that name with pride and made it into something that no one could associate with what it had actually sounded like.

Of course, it wasn't as though he couldn't relate to that. Being named Elias was a joke. He was a Greek-Italian-American, sure, but did he act like one? Not a chance. He looked like one, sure, but nowhere in his distant personality did it say that he was like his brother or father or mother. If anything, the one he had the most in common with was Ava and his Uncle Gabriel. Both exhibited the same qualities that he did. Ava hated how the Mossos' were often presented as the perfect family when the rumors of mob-related activity was always brought up in police investigations not only by the local police by the FBI. They had tried to bring up a RICO case, but nothing came of it. And, of course, his mother's brother, Gabriel DiVale, had been blacklisted from seeing any of his nieces and nephews because of how blatant he had been in his illegal activities. Apparently, his mother felt it would be bad for Mossos' image to the public.

What a load of crap, that was.

"Here is my life tale: Black sheep son of Adrianna DiVale and Baltazar Mossos. Not as disrespectful as Ava but nowhere near the prime example that Alexandros sets. they accept Ava for who she is. She might be a bitch sometimes and frequently causes them the most grief, but they accept her for her. Alexandros is the favorite." Elijah felt himself just ranting. "He screws up time and time again, but no matter what happens, he gets their vote of confidence." He continued, "he doesn't know the concept of a condom nor does he understand how to fuck in moderation. DEspite that, our mother had a talk with Audrey on his behalf and I bet they're upstairs fucking as if nothing's happened." Before he realized it, Elijah had been speaking way too loud for it to be just a passing rant. It was also that he looked at Heather, who seemed to be unknowingly the recipient of what sounded like an angry rant. "Whatever. Fuck them, that's what I say." Eli let out a low snarl at the thought of his family, taking in a puff of smoke before tossing his cig onto the ground and destroying the evidence with the tip of his foot.

Because he got so worked up, Eli now felt like he was craving another smoke. Or maybe he was in the mood for something just a little stronger. Part of him would feel bad for getting high at someone else’s party. He might’ve been a lot of things, but he didn’t want to bring attention to himnself, which of course had him reconsidering what he was about to do. That was, of course, until he heard the Human Screech yell once more, this time calling all partygoers that the feast was almost ready. That was all of the motivation that he needed. Plus, if he was going to make it through the evening with Heather’s sister running her mouth, he would need a little extra help.

“Heather, as much as I love cigarettes, they don’t take the edge off like they usually do. And I’m betting that, given how loud that sister of yours is, you might need something a little extra,” Eli said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small vial that had some white powder in it. “What do you say? Care to make this evening a bit more exciting?” He asked her, lightly waving the vial in the air as way to tempt her.

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