Moonspear your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave, ii

This was different from when Mother Lightning rumbled across the skies and sent beautiful flashes through it. It was beautiful in its own way, despite the damage that it caused. He had never seen anything like this in his life. His brain wasn't quite wired to realise the disaster that this spelled, or the uncertainties it would bring for the future, but he knew that it would bring change, at the very least.

He breathed into the cold winter air. It only then occurred to him that he had been holding his breath all this time.

Even though he knew it was not what he should do, he followed the trail of Mira up towards the mountain. Rocks slid down as he made his way, knowing that it was unwise. But his sister was there, and although he held little affection towards any of his siblings, Mira was the one that he connected the most with. Probably because she left him alone, and because she was a good leader. And he? He was but a follower.

When Mira first came into view he merely stopped and watched her, crumbled beside the body of their mother. He recognised it only vaguely, but it was no longer her, that much he realised. It was so much not her that Caelum did not understand why Mira would attach any emotions to her body anymore. He did not even feel the urge to approach, but he waited as a stalwart guardian. One thing he did realise was that his nurturer and leader was gone.

What did the future hold?