Ebel smiled and strolled forward, the stream of flame that Isura spat out parting for her as she went. She stopped and patted the fire goddess on the head. "Oh you are so cute when you're angry. I could just eat you up."
The great mother turned to Velt and spoke, "I think our daughter will be the perfect for the job. She's so hot tempered, already I feel the world being invigorated. Thank you my son."
"Though, perhaps not as pretty as her sister," Ebel said, glancing in Dajjal's direction.
"Don't worry," she said, looking again at Isura, "I'm sure as you grow up you'll fill out nicely. Now run along, there's a world out there in need of 'great works.' Or do you feel like you still need to get some of your anger out? It's okay, I can take it, and I will still love you."
Travelling to the outskirts of the earthern disk in the heart of a snow storm. There he let the storm fade and fell down on the rocky ground.
Alone he wandered this land. Empiness and rock was all that he found. Nothing more. A lone disc made out of stone that floated in an immense emptiness.
The Frozen god smiled and closed his eyes. This...this...would be a most fitting place for his designs. For the kingdom that would one day stand here. For the dreams he had dreamt to become true. Dreams dreamt in the mists of nonexistence. In the realms beyond where the remotest posibility of existince gave you a consciousness.
There in his dreams he had dreamt of a distant land. Of workshipping chants. Of cities. Of villages. Of storms, seas, forests, birds, mammals, reptiles...and creatures of all kinds. It had been a beautiful dream. One whose transformation in to reality was worth many risks.
There were other dreams too that had been dreamt. Dark dreams. A blade made to carve Divine flesh and a dream that would come one day. One that would steal him from the world for untold millenias...
The frozen God smiled as he continued to walk. Exploring the land with great curiousity.
"And who are you to judge, wind-scorn? You have nothing of your own. The winds? Pfah! Your winds existed, have always existed long before Ebel dared to fan the flames of her own existence. This disc of flattened stone? Ha! In time you will not be able to recognize it as wrought from your hand. What are you to be known as? 'hypocrite-of-winds'? You presume much of me, sharp-tongued-wind-wench."
Isura turned to Ebel. "For you are wrong about Ebel, and about what I will do about Ebel. Thrice I have given her a chance to concede our differences, and thrice she has scorned me. No more. She had her chance, and now I will simply vanish her, and concern myself with her nevermore."
If you look past the plot and the voice acting, Metroid: Other M was an okay game. Not a great game, but an adequate one.
Not using the Metroid item collect jingle though? That, was a mistake.
"All right, all right," allowed the winds, the barest trace of amusement lifting the breeze and sway, "You've had your little game, your snide retort. Now leave. Begone from this place. You do yourself a disservice by staying. You call me a hypocrite? I have never denied myself, denied my lineage. I am Dajjal-who-took-the-world. I can accept that, and I can see that. Can you see what you are, little one?"
And again that scything laugh cut the winds.
"You are foolish and young, and your only business thus far has been with proving others wrong, with attempting to assert yourselves above them intellectually. But that will never prove anything. You must go, go into the world and bring me fire. I want flames from you, Isura-the- Eye. Bring me flames!"
The winds were whipped faster and faster, whirling into a frenzy.
"Go, go, go! Burn this world to the ground, Isura! Then and only then will you be free of your Mother! Or stay here and be forever beneath her."
"As you wish, littlest one... well, go on, scoot," Ebel said, placing a stony hand on Isura's backside and pushing her out into the world. "Go on, now, get to not concerning yourself with me. As long as you bring change to the world, you'll be doing my will. I don't need credit for giving birth to you, for giving my own eye so that you might live, as long as that is done."
The goddess noticed that Od'Vidr had already gone out into the world and it was looking a bit cold. "Wait, here, I don't want you getting cold." With a thought Ebel summoned up a length of green fire and sent it wrapping its way around Isura's neck like a scarf.
"There, now don't you look dapper. Oh, one last thing..." Ebel said. She held out her hand and Isura's divine spark began to coalecse within her for all to see. Yet even as it became visible within the flaming form it seemed to dim and sputter as Ebel closed her hand into a fist. "Say what you will about me, but if you ever hurt Dajjal or my other children, I will end you."
"Now go on, go on, there's a world out there. Have fun and stay safe."
Not waiting for her ill-behaved daughter to respond, Ebel left.
"So be it. You are nothing to me, and shall forevermore be -- nothing." Isura turned her focus inward. The scarf fluttered uselessly about her form before falling off, ignored. Ebel's threats, tangible though they may have been, likewise passed unnoticed. A great pause filled the goddess, and the raging flames stilled -- grew tranquil.
Isura turned to look at Dajjal. Her eyes ignored -- no, that was not quite right... her eyes swept over Ebel as if she were wholly not there.
"Dajjal..." she purred, sickly sweet. "Whyever should I bring flames to you? Surely you, wind, can appreciate the inherent nature of flame? That of change unbounded?" Like a striking snake, the mantle of flames curled suddenly around Dajjal, warming her with her fiery presence alone.
"No... much better to make a deal. I have no reason to excise you as well." Isura purred once more. "Now tell me, wind-scorn -- for what end would you desire my eternal fires?"
If you look past the plot and the voice acting, Metroid: Other M was an okay game. Not a great game, but an adequate one.
Not using the Metroid item collect jingle though? That, was a mistake.
The winds rumbled in response, not aggressively, but almost indulgently.
"You should know better than anyone, Isura-the-Eye, of what must come to all that is." whispered the winds, "All that is must someday end. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I asked you to bring me flames. Yes, bring me flames, bring us all flames! I claim no ownership over them, that rests still with you. I do, however, place my stake with the dust and the ashes. The dust on the wind that came before, and the dust on the wind that will be after it all. And you, my dear, will one day bring me what is mine."
"I bregrudge not my brethren their building. It is their natures, it is their elements. Earth is nothing if not built, ice is naught but vapour if glaciers do not rise. But after pillars are wrought, and tundras risen, we both know what must come to pass. You, my sister, must come, come sweeping upon us all in a glory of flame and chaos and burn it all to the ground. Pillars may last, but I will wait. And when my time comes, you will pay me in dust on the wind."
The winds sighed, and it was a sound of sadness, and tiredness, and sudden crushing burden.
"The world will be beautiful, for a time. But just as my clouds, and your coursing flames, beauty is fleeting. Dust, and only dust, will be when all the people in all the world have gone home and turned out the lights. I will wait, wind is good at waiting, wind is patient. But you will bring me flames someday, Isura-the-Eye. And then dust on the wind will gust again."
"Isura-the-Eternal" mused the Flame goddess. "Yes. Yes, I think I like that. Thank you for that name, I think I will keep it. Though it saddens me you speak naught but of metaphor. What will you, Dajjal? Before you become Queen-of-Dust? Have you no desires? No passions? Where is the spark of your life, the driving compassion, the singularity of purpose?"
Isura continued to coil and weave about the air goddess. "Before the dust, there must needs be matter, and matter, it seems, is sorely lacking."
If you look past the plot and the voice acting, Metroid: Other M was an okay game. Not a great game, but an adequate one.
Not using the Metroid item collect jingle though? That, was a mistake.
"See, dear Fire? Already you are more. Already you are Isura-the-Eye, Isura-the-Eternal, Isura-the-Thinker. Forgive me, but you make a sister proud. You may not like the terminology, but you cannot deny that we are linked. See how the flames feed upon the air?"
And even as she spoke, the dancing flames could seen to be leaping hungrily at the swirling air.
"So perhaps we are more alike than even I care to admit. Perhaps there is yet room for passion in this heart of mine."
And the clouds gathered closer, stacked high like floating snowdrifts, white and pearly as the snow they shed. The clouds flowed like water for a moment, wisps of vapour spiralling outwards, and the winds stirred them, sifting through them as a prospector would. After a pensive moment, she continued.
"Perhaps there is merit in this act of building, perhaps even the Queen-of-Dust can find heavier things."
And as she spoke the clouds swelled, gathering mass but still swirling ever faster, becoming larger. And the surface became ever more stormy, the winds disturbing the clouds. And the white clouds turned to grey. And they were descending. Towards the ground they fell, becoming ever more turbulent as they fell. But a strange thing was occurring. Even as the clouds fell, bubbling and sliding like hot wax, they become somehow, impossibly, more solid. The clouds spread out, a vast plain of impossibly hardening, bubbling, mass. And the rocking of the cloudstuff became more and more dramatic as great scythes of it came cutting, jutting, upwards. And then it settled upon the ground, and the whole thing calmed, a great plain of irregular rock in shades of grey and white, warped all across it length like some vast sea frozen in a single, tumultuous moment. And the goddess looked upon her completely landlocked creation, and smiled.
"I call it the Sea of Daj," said she, savouring the irony in every syllable.
2 PP - Mold Land - The Sea of Daj - An entirely dry, rocky wasteland, the Sea is so named for its very strange rock formations, like leaping waves frozen in grey rock.
1 PP - Mold Land - The Greys - The southern end of the Sea of Daj fades into a desert of greyish sand.
"Hm..." mused Isura. "Perhaps we are sisters... of a sort. My flames feed on your air, and in turn, excite your air to move about." The flames swept into their old shape, nearby to Dajjal, but once more fully distinct. "A mutualism, at the very least, then."
"Your world is settled beneath the Gate. Is that not a foolhardy choice? With things such as that, it seems foolhardy to expect their compliance forever. Mark my words: to settle your land so close beneath such a great unknown is to live on the edge of things -- any given moment might be its last." Isura shuddered with ecstasy. "The risk is... palpable."
If you look past the plot and the voice acting, Metroid: Other M was an okay game. Not a great game, but an adequate one.
Not using the Metroid item collect jingle though? That, was a mistake.
