Editing The First Generation
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The water, dark and deep, was only visible as a faint ripple in the bottom of the clay jar. Rivers held it in both hands before him and reached out with one hand. Opposite him, standing on the stone model of a possible future, Tokaki Kui stood in a white robe with one shoulder bared. | The water, dark and deep, was only visible as a faint ripple in the bottom of the clay jar. Rivers held it in both hands before him and reached out with one hand. Opposite him, standing on the stone model of a possible future, Tokaki Kui stood in a white robe with one shoulder bared. | ||
| − | Two others stood on the mountain. | + | Two others stood on the mountain. Standing behind the spy to his right stood master of spies, the shadow that was Leaf Shakes the Wind. Behind him and to his left, stood the righteous flame of the noonday sun, Storm of Amber. Rivers ignored them both. He held the clay jar before him and spoke. |
“Are you ready, warrior?” | “Are you ready, warrior?” | ||
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The storm clouds were overhead now, and a chill drizzle of rain began to fall over the four of them. Rivers held one hand over the jar’s mouth. He closed his eyes and began whispering. | The storm clouds were overhead now, and a chill drizzle of rain began to fall over the four of them. Rivers held one hand over the jar’s mouth. He closed his eyes and began whispering. | ||
| − | Storm of Amber gripped the haft of his spear fiercely, watching through the light drizzle with squinted eyes. Leaf Shakes the Wind waited patiently, his hands crossed behind himself. He had spoken at length with the sorcerer beforehand and knew that the process would take hours. He settled in for the wait. | + | Storm of Amber gripped the haft of his spear fiercely, watching as through the light drizzle with squinted eyes. Leaf Shakes the Wind waited patiently, his hands crossed behind himself. He had spoken at length with the sorcerer beforehand and knew that the process would take hours. He settled in for the wait. |
It may have been an hour, standing in the thin rain while the wind murmured in gentle counterpoint to the muttering of the spell. None of the four of them could have told when the rain turned into a thick mist, but at some point the mountain sides dissolved away. A breeze stirred the air about them, clearing the air in a circle ten paces wide. It was then that they realized that River’s anima was flaring, but it seemed somehow dimmed. There was no trace of gold or red the cool radiation of essence; a thin cerulean hue flowed and washed over ritual space; the four were visible only as shades of blue. | It may have been an hour, standing in the thin rain while the wind murmured in gentle counterpoint to the muttering of the spell. None of the four of them could have told when the rain turned into a thick mist, but at some point the mountain sides dissolved away. A breeze stirred the air about them, clearing the air in a circle ten paces wide. It was then that they realized that River’s anima was flaring, but it seemed somehow dimmed. There was no trace of gold or red the cool radiation of essence; a thin cerulean hue flowed and washed over ritual space; the four were visible only as shades of blue. | ||
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Tiny sparks of light began to fall about them. Storm of Amber lifted his eyes, thinking them to be motes of essence, but when they lit on his face and melted there he realized it was just a light flurry that had caught the light of the anima banner. When he looked down again, he realized that the spy had already begun to change. | Tiny sparks of light began to fall about them. Storm of Amber lifted his eyes, thinking them to be motes of essence, but when they lit on his face and melted there he realized it was just a light flurry that had caught the light of the anima banner. When he looked down again, he realized that the spy had already begun to change. | ||
| − | As the breeze ruffled through the young man’s hair, it began to darken to a deep black. | + | As the breeze ruffled through the young man’s hair, it began to darken to a deep black. The limbs became long and lanky, and when he turned to look about himself, Storm could see that his eyes become completely black orbs. |
The light began to gutter and die. Rivers sank down and sat on a thin layer of snow, the jar rolling out of his hands, empty. | The light began to gutter and die. Rivers sank down and sat on a thin layer of snow, the jar rolling out of his hands, empty. | ||
