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The end of the world is something heard from distant reports and rumors, impossible horrors not experienced. Hardly believed at first until one by one the stars go out and darkness creeps closer to home.
there are cracks in the sky
No one watches the empty shadow of the heavens anymore, but the observatory is a fortress against the dark and the horrors it hides. No work left for an astronomer, no answers left above or below, no way to hold back the ink-black tide.
faultlines spread through time and space
Sigils spill out from the skeleton of the telescope as the impossible spell grows and takes shape, creeping across the floor and up curving walls. Always this was the place to search for answers beyond the world, and now they will seek farther than ever for the possibility of hope.
beyond the cracks lies nothing and everything
Glyphs glow with sparks of hoarded magic, flashing down lines, spiraling inward to the looming shape of the telescope. With the howl of shattering air, the spell punches through existence, and for one instant the eye of the telescope peers into every possible world.
the sky shatters
He is an astronomer, and he watches as the Shade devours the stars one by one. His assistants point out the window as one by one the lights of clans and cities blink out. Helplessly he retreats into his observations of a world beyond his control.
the sky shatters
He is an astronomer, and he flees with the other refugees to Dragonhome, hoping for sanctuary in the shadow of the Pillar. He sees the body of the Earthshaker crash to the ground, his mind numb and ears deaf to the screams around him.
the sky shatters
He is a mage, and when he reads his colleague's analysis of the growing energy surges, he dismisses the absurd possibility with everyone else. When the Shade begins to spread, he joins a team developing weapons. None do anything at all.
the sky shatters
He is a scholar in the Beacon of the Radiant Eye, and he joins the others searching for answers, for keys in the past to prevent the future they all see coming. He falls with the others as the tower's roots dissolve in darkness.
the sky shatters
He is a merchant, and he makes money from desperate Water dragons searching for their deity. He is trading in the Sea of a Thousand Currents when the darkness begins to spread, and realizes too late it is not an incursion by the Tangled Wood.
the sky shatters
He is a warrior, and he fights the hordes of maddened beasts.
the sky shatters
He is a ruler, and he watches helplessly as his lands are devoured.
the sky shatters
He is a thief, a poet, a farmer, a poacher. A mechanic, a minstrel, cartographer and mage. A spiral, a pearlcatcher, a fae, a guardian. He watches the world end from numberless eyes, all his own. He dies again and again. Murdered by frightened survivors. Starved hiding away. Devoured by tainted beasts, corrupted by the Shade itself, consumed by living darkness. He dies before the Shade ever comes to Sornieth. He endures with the very last survivors.
the sky shatters
Every world ends in darkness.
the sky shatters
The Shade devours everything, again and again and again.
the sky shatters
And in one world... it doesn't.
the sky shatters, and he falls
through a hole in existence
through infinite possibilities
until at last he comes to rest
He opens eyes he doesn't recognize, and struggles with limbs he isn't certain are his. His mind swirls with memories of uncountable lives, as cracked and broken as the world itself. But as unconsciousness claims him, he knows one thing: not all worlds were consumed.
There is still hope.
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Once, he had gone by a different name. Once, he had been an astronomer, using his magic to peer through the sky and into the stars, seeking out distant secrets. That was before the Shade had come to Sornieth for the third and final time. Before the Sea of a Thousand Currents turned black as the void between stars. Before his world had been torn apart.
Hidden away in one of the Starfall Isles' last strongholds, he had desperately turned his magic in a different direction. Answers must exist, if not in this world then in another. He had sought them out: other versions of Sornieth, versions where history had proceeded differently. Versions which might have the knowledge to save his own.
He had never tried such a spell; no one had. It was beyond theoretical, pure fancy and desperation woven together but burning with all the power he had left to give it, and it tore through all the ifs that ever were or would be. And the sky shattered. Existence shattered around him.
Cracks spread, and through them he saw not the concealing darkness of Shadow or the hungry void of the Shade, but utter nothingness like a gap in creation. The cracks spread, racing downwards, outwards, across the sky, down the walls of his observatory workshop, into his very core. They tore him apart. And unmade, he saw everything.
Worlds where he lived, worlds where he died. Worlds where the Shade was fought off, worlds where it won. Where it never came at all. Pasts that never were, futures that could never be, and all of them splintering and shattering under the force of his spell, and he shattered with them. Again and again.
He woke under a blue sky, his mind full of fragments of possibilities. His magic was gone, he could barely move. But the concerned face of the dragon who found him lacked the familiar haunted look of the last survivors of the Shade's attack, and the lair she carried him to showed no signs of its ravage. He had fallen through all those infinite possibilities into another world, another Sornieth where the Shade had not yet invaded.
His mind and magic were more than half-broken, shattered and pierced by splintered possibilities. But in this peaceful world, he could have time to repair them. To try to piece together what he had seen in all those infinite shattering skies, and somewhere in it find an answer. Somewhere find a way to stop the Shade.
He couldn't let this tranquil world become like the one he had left.
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