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black waters - The Listener - February 22, 2023
almalexia —
wretched creature that she had become in the name of love; sickly, listless, retching blood and vile fluids each hour. the once-prophet faded from basilica. drifted. dying, walking the space between worlds. always aware of the threat of falling.
the black waters sang to her.
feverish and fading, she crossed to find her islands unchanged. paled by winter's insistent embrace, yes, but the heart of it —
the whispers of spirits, the pulse of her skyrock, her relics and her sacred spaces,
—
waiting, it was only waiting. for her. a breath held; a snowflake suspended in the air; a silence between heartbeats. empty space yearning to be filled.
soon almalexia would bring new life to the islands. druids of her own, true druids.
and she would leave ingram to his schemes and his failings. she had not forgotten his betrayal, and sought now to return it tenfold. not for the infinite well of spite the once-keeper had dug in place of their love, but for the promise of her own return to grace. oh, she hated him now, as deeply and truly as she loathed that red bitch who had stolen merrick from her, but that did not drive her. ingram no longer held such power over her, to alter the course of her life.
she would have speakers. she would bear them herself in blood and chaos as the wispmother had done before her. she would rebuild, and she would touch divinity once again.