Thank you for the kind words everyone, I hope any continuation is not a disappointment (as is often the trouble with any sort of mysterious buildup) P.S. Any perversion of settings is not really intentional or unintentional. Lots of work has gone into it lately thanks to many and I'm simply not always as informed as I should be. While the story takes place in the PS verse, do not take this to be any kind of interpretation of settings, its merely where it all formed when I wrote this down.
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“Why were you staggering so?” Lina asked. “You weren't at the Tavern drinking again were you?” Timasha was puzzled. “I could barely stand because of the shaking of the ground below me.” Her mother frowned. “What shaking?” she asked a bit skeptically. Timasha tried her best to tell of what she had seen and experienced but it was clear that her mother was barely paying attention. “Mom! I'm trying to tell you what happened!” Her mother replied rather absently “There on the horizon – what is that?” Timasha turned to look.
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In this moment the shaking of the ground returned. A roaring in the distance sounded along with the tremors. It was almost a tearing sound but much deeper and seemed to almost resonate with the shaking underfoot. Smaller structures began to collapse though lighter more flexible tents rode it all through pretty well. Everyone was running now towards the forest path, scrambling to get away. Timasha though lingered, starring at the horizon her mother had been transfixed with moments before.
A shaft of light streaked from the crystal to the ground in the distance. Soon more joined it, all seeming to originate at the same point in the crystal ceiling. Something about the picture seemed odd to Timasha as she gazed at the spectacle. After a few confused moments she realized what it was. The light was not being emitted from the crystal but rather from the ground below. More and more shafts of light streamed upwards to join the first until the crystal began to glow more brightly. The world was soon awash in vibrant colors and dark shadows seemed to fade away. The depth of the world seemed to vanish as if one was simply staring at a beautiful painting changing and getting brighter with each passing moment. Just when it seemed the whole world was awash with light she saw an outline on the horizon. it was rough and random, like a huge branch of a tree but it was evident that this was the source of all this light. It seemed almost drawn towards the crystal as it focused its energy upwards. Tendrils dropped off of it towards the ground below now, uncoiling like little vines to reach the earth. These seemed to form a rope holding down this immense structure as it strained upwards. The tremors grew worse now, the whole stalactite seemed to shake as if it were to plunge away from the crystal itself.
Timasha could no longer control herself. It was both a moment of impulsive decision making and curiosity and even reckless regard thrown into one. She dashed towards the light as quickly as she could across the shaking ground. The world seemed to defocus and wash away in the light pouring through everything. Despite her agility and speed it seemed she made no headway for ages. What happened next she always found difficult to describe. Either it seemed then that she suddenly grew much faster and sped closer, closing the gap in mere moments, or time itself changed making the long journey seem short to her. She never really could put a good description on it but one moment she seemed ages away and the next she accelerated towards the light and before she knew it she was upon it.
A tendril descended from the structure towards her, golden and glowing from within. She grasped a hold of it instinctively and was pulled upwards. The world faded to a golden and then white....
...to be continued and all that jazz
