The Airsoul has been discovered.
It has been a facet of our world from the very beginning. When Syzal first discovered his new home, he created air. It was more than just a substance to push away the void that came before. It was something he needed in order to give us life. The darkness before the first gasp of air was smothering. It would have smothered us, too. If Syzal hadn’t first created air for us to breathe, we would not be here still to continue to create and experience this existence.
We will not be afraid of the darkness. We will push it back with breath from our lungs.
We are children of creation. We will live as such.
The Airsoul must be the source of that power. But what secrets does it hold?
Within a yawning void of life
Syzal spoke into the null.
From within he brought a hunger,
For life he’d come to grow.
The Void drew away from it.
As air had filled his home.
When the curious god inhaled
New life for his creation,
Silence hid in shadows still.
Yet the betrayal lay before him
This curious god’s hope final
That air born of stolen hope
Would fill his stolen vial.
Captain Patton is an accomplished Witch Hunter, despite his unique methods he has garnered for himself a small following. Students have come to watch from him, hearing stories about his victories from their elders. He adopted the class and began teaching them so that he could rest safely, knowing that the next generation of Witch Hunters would be capable of creating a safe and thriving world, one without Witches, and one without mishandled magic.
On this particular day, he finds himself peering into the past of a woman with a deadly secret, one which her children mistakenly uncovered.
A whole new world presented itself upon the first moments of the machine’s life. An unfamiliar home surrounded him, and his consciousness clouded, as if parts of his memory were being intentionally blocked off.
As he came to meet Iosef, the master of the household, a dark secret began to unravel before him. One which threatened more than just his simple existence. The sins of his past, he came to understand, would mar the future of humanity forever.
But before he could try to understand his place in the world, he must learn what he truly is, and why he is being kept locked in another man’s basement with a like minded machine across from him, speaking slowly through text.
Each word from her mouth a warning.
The rising pressure of becoming a father wore on Marshall, but he promised his wife that he would be strong for her, no matter what.
Come time for their delivery, a chance meeting with a strange woman brought him to his knees as his wife gave birth, and he understood all that fatherhood entailed.
Nick would regularly watch his father out in their backyard garden, working on the roses and the tulips, shearing the dead leaves and vines. It was a ritual that his father had been a part of since his mothers death.
In some ways, Nick understood the need for that stability. But when he awoke in the middle of the night to find his father slicing off his own fingertips, he began to question the nature of the quaint garden he had spent days admiring.
He stayed silent about the acts that followed for years, but the time has come for Nick to share what happened that fateful night, and why he moved away from his home.
He left with one long call into the night, hoping that someone would help him understand.
Could a garden heal a broken heart?