A Small Village in Gavony, Innistrad
Apr. 1st, 2025 04:19 am"Maeli! Maeli!" Kalsa's voice echoed through the growing dusk. Where is that child? Kalsa peered under porches and looked through bushes. He hasn't run away again, she told herself, hoping if she said it confidently enough it would be true. Kalsa tried hard not to think of a few months ago, when he had run off. When Avacyn had appeared to save her child.
It had been a miracle, a true miracle, though there was one thing that marred that precious memory: how mad she had been at Maeli. Of course she had been worried about him, frantic about him. Her panic at losing him had fueled her prayer to Avacyn, a prayer so powerful Avacyn had responded. When Avacyn had brought him back to her arms, all she had felt was relief, an overpowering joy that left her in happy tears.
( Until the change came over her. )
Avacyn watched as the remains of the mortal creature blew away, the ashes scattering and swirling for a moment of flight before falling to the ground. Chaos into order. Corruption into purity. Peace increases.
The sky whispered to her. The rivers, the trees, the grass, the moon. All whispered glorious truth.
For so long I have listened to the whispers of liars, and the world has suffered. Now she was listening to truth. She knew it was truth because every whisper said the same thing, so unlike the chaotic, conflicting prayers she had heard for hundreds of years. Why did I not realize how inconsistent these mortal creatures are? Their words always change. No matter, now. Now she understood.
She looked at the moon, and the moon whispered such beautiful words. All will burn. All will bleed. Avacyn repeated the words to herself, a soothing song filling her head with joy. All will burn. All will bleed. She laughed and smiled as her angels continued the great work in the burning village.
[Taken from "A Gaze Blank And Pitiless" by Ken Troop. Warning for onscreen NPC death NFI, NFB. Folks in Innistrad are definitely having a normal one. Kalsa and Maeli's first interaction with Avacyn is here.]
It had been a miracle, a true miracle, though there was one thing that marred that precious memory: how mad she had been at Maeli. Of course she had been worried about him, frantic about him. Her panic at losing him had fueled her prayer to Avacyn, a prayer so powerful Avacyn had responded. When Avacyn had brought him back to her arms, all she had felt was relief, an overpowering joy that left her in happy tears.
( Until the change came over her. )
Avacyn watched as the remains of the mortal creature blew away, the ashes scattering and swirling for a moment of flight before falling to the ground. Chaos into order. Corruption into purity. Peace increases.
The sky whispered to her. The rivers, the trees, the grass, the moon. All whispered glorious truth.
For so long I have listened to the whispers of liars, and the world has suffered. Now she was listening to truth. She knew it was truth because every whisper said the same thing, so unlike the chaotic, conflicting prayers she had heard for hundreds of years. Why did I not realize how inconsistent these mortal creatures are? Their words always change. No matter, now. Now she understood.
She looked at the moon, and the moon whispered such beautiful words. All will burn. All will bleed. Avacyn repeated the words to herself, a soothing song filling her head with joy. All will burn. All will bleed. She laughed and smiled as her angels continued the great work in the burning village.
[Taken from "A Gaze Blank And Pitiless" by Ken Troop. Warning for onscreen NPC death NFI, NFB. Folks in Innistrad are definitely having a normal one. Kalsa and Maeli's first interaction with Avacyn is here.]