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adventdrabblesTitle: To rage in sound this valiant despair
Universe: Kamen Rider Saber
Character(s): Sophia
Rating: U
Warnings: Spoilers for Kamen Rider Saber #15.
Summary: Look to the farthest far horizon; don’t blame the messenger. In deepest winter, within the hallowed halls of that Northern Base, 15 years in the past, Sophia looks towards her day of reckoning.
Length: 310 words
Author's Notes: Foradventdrabbles Day 20. also: external link.
To rage in sound this valiant despair
15 Years Ago.
The snowfall was a constant, the endless blanket of white across the ground, the skies dark and clouded. For how long, she asked herself; how long would such a life be possible? How long before the sunlight rotted away what was left of the glaciers, and the oceans broke forth over the land? How long after that before those same oceans boiled in the heat, before the very planet became incapable of sustaining life?
At this time of year, the long hallways of the Pleroma, lost within the snowy depths of the northern wastes, became like a haunted house, abandoned by all save for her alone, forever bound to the place in accordance with her duty. Long gone, thought Sophia, were the days of her first knights, proud Pistis, brave Elips, and treasured Agape; long gone were the days in which she had been forced to sacrifice an entire generation of her soldiers in order to protect the secret at the heart of the guild, the eternal, shrouded truth that all who raised their blades in defence of the Sword of Logos laboured for.
Upon his throne of clouds, her son still lived.
She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the stereovision screen, her ashen white face, her trailing robes, and she thought herself a ghost, a spectre trapped in winter alone within the depths of her library but for the three freshly grown servants she incubated beyond the oaken doors that led to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber at her back, those three that would replace her fallen knights, that would go forth in her name, and herald her reunion with her son.
One by one, she spoke their names aloud:
“Storious. Zoous. Legeiel.”
Outside, the snow continued to fall upon the lonely structure of the Pleroma. Soon, she thought, the door would open at last.
Universe: Kamen Rider Saber
Character(s): Sophia
Rating: U
Warnings: Spoilers for Kamen Rider Saber #15.
Summary: Look to the farthest far horizon; don’t blame the messenger. In deepest winter, within the hallowed halls of that Northern Base, 15 years in the past, Sophia looks towards her day of reckoning.
Length: 310 words
Author's Notes: For
adventdrabbles Day 20. also: external link.To rage in sound this valiant despair
15 Years Ago.
The snowfall was a constant, the endless blanket of white across the ground, the skies dark and clouded. For how long, she asked herself; how long would such a life be possible? How long before the sunlight rotted away what was left of the glaciers, and the oceans broke forth over the land? How long after that before those same oceans boiled in the heat, before the very planet became incapable of sustaining life?
At this time of year, the long hallways of the Pleroma, lost within the snowy depths of the northern wastes, became like a haunted house, abandoned by all save for her alone, forever bound to the place in accordance with her duty. Long gone, thought Sophia, were the days of her first knights, proud Pistis, brave Elips, and treasured Agape; long gone were the days in which she had been forced to sacrifice an entire generation of her soldiers in order to protect the secret at the heart of the guild, the eternal, shrouded truth that all who raised their blades in defence of the Sword of Logos laboured for.
Upon his throne of clouds, her son still lived.
She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the stereovision screen, her ashen white face, her trailing robes, and she thought herself a ghost, a spectre trapped in winter alone within the depths of her library but for the three freshly grown servants she incubated beyond the oaken doors that led to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber at her back, those three that would replace her fallen knights, that would go forth in her name, and herald her reunion with her son.
One by one, she spoke their names aloud:
“Storious. Zoous. Legeiel.”
Outside, the snow continued to fall upon the lonely structure of the Pleroma. Soon, she thought, the door would open at last.
