The Sentinels i send my scourge, i send my sword

the creatures did what they would as if sent to destroy! the world was filled with white, as though it were some great snowstorm come to end all times. they beat against her, beat against the trees; light caught the winged beasts and made them look vaporous, but the things were tangible and devoured all things green in their path. they stripped her world of color, made it a bleak and dreary black-and-white. she thought of the flowers beneath her, chanted in a familiar, sing-song voice so they would remain rooted and safe beneath her. she closed her eyes tightly shut after a locust tried to do away with her emerald eyes, and so she did not see aria come.

a mighty shriek expelled from her then, and as her eyes opened she saw the last of donnelaith's color be stripped, though could not hear the cries of abandonment or betrayal. i co— but a locust sought the pink of her tongue, and she snapped her jowls shut, closed her eyes tightly. she heard cries for her sister, and though she had not struggled 'til now, she did then, fearing for her other half, her witch, her life and her truest love! she was released from the mouth thus, as her weight was not light, but she stumbled quickly and would be easy to carry again.