There was something about this new world, something intoxicating we the divine power flowed more freely through Rhylana’s veins and the lands were easily accepting of such divinity. It was as if they had been waiting for this their whole lives, to be awed by the sheer power of those that willed it, despite leaving this world without a higher being beyond them, or so it seemed. It was in this mindset that Rhylana had set out to find her conclave siblings, to see who had made it free of the fall of their old home. How many had fought to survive…so many had fallen, so many had vanished without another word, is this where they had gone?

Angela was going to be the easiest to find, Mother Earth had left an indelible mark on her life, touched her child, and was connected to Dimitre. All of these connections made it easiest to find the Gardens that she so favoured, so aptly named after the sundering. Rhylana broached the entrance tot he gardens only to be met with a trial, “Angela, truly. “ Rhylana called out, laughing softly and shaking her head as she looked on to the massive undertaking before her. Rhylana shook her head, and as she began to enter the garden and the trial that laid before her, the jade steps suddenly dropping out from beneath her feet leaving Rhylana in a free-fall, a sharp scream schooling as she fell through the ether.

Rhylana landed in a pile of soft moss as if someone had cast a floating spell on her, the force had gone from the fall to leave her within the inner confines of the temple, the library just behind her. “Angela!” Rhylana panted, not fond of being unceremoniously dropped on her backside, she stood and straightened her black gown, smoothing her hair down her back. “Not, proper.” She chastised, looking for the goddess, feeling her all around, but not feeling her. Rhylana turned, seeing the library and gasping, opening the door and looking around, gasping as she saw the plethora of books, scrolls and tomes. “Holy shadows…”

While she waited for the divine woman to descend from whatever rose bud she was hiding in, the young goddess found a book and a soft spot to curl up into, suddenly Rhylana did not miss her father’s library so much though that pang would come later.

There were whispers among the trees around her. The flowers sang up towards her as well. She got up from her throne and found herself cupping an apple in her hand. “My lady, we have a visitor.” A soft smile appeared across her lips as she nodded. “I know I'm the one who warped her in here.” That chuckle made its way past her lips as she plucked the apple from the tree. “Please make sure Iva is not getting into too much trouble.” The woman bowed and left The Mother by herself for a moment. It was not long before she made her way to the library.

She stepped out onto the magic platform and watched the gemstone fish swimming beneath her. “I'm sorry for the way I brought you here.” Her voice said each word like it was part of a song. “My memory seems a bit hazy of here and there. However, here is not there.” It was more like a riddle. “Myself is made up of here and there if you can catch what I mean. I both know you and do not know you at the same time Rhylana.” She moved around a bookshelf and smiled down at the goddess.

“Do you enjoy my library? It is one of Iva's favorite rooms in the temple.” The Mother reached up and pushed her red locks back before extending the apple down to the goddess. In but a moment the apple turned to gold and another smile laid on her face. “Was your transition here hard? Or was it easy? I found mine to be rather confusing. Since I existed both here and there.”

Rhylana had become lost in a piece of fiction, the pages engrossing and the warm fire welcoming. So engrossed was the young woman that she startled when the earth mother entered the library, “Oh!” she gasped, closing the book as if she were in trouble, a blush painting her cheeks as she looked down. She nodded to the confusing words, “Here is not there, and there is not here, nor will it ever be. Though I am glad you have found such a haven as you have, for surely your power has grown within this place.” Rhylana’s tone was forgiving, mystified of the sheer size of the realm in which she found herself, of the far reaches of her power. Rhylana’s power had grown and changed, and yet she was the same, but different, she found herself very much changed.

She shrugged, “The transition came with a spectre leading my son and myself through a portal…my mate was lost to me. That has been the hardest part, and not knowing if any of my other family members have transitioned as well.” It was a hard pill to swallow, to realise that she may be the only of her blood here, to be with only her son and without her mate. She missed Dimitre, salty and callus though the old man could be. “I am at a loss for how much time has passed though my son is still a wee thing, so it cannot have been such a very long time.” Nikolai had seemed equally as disjointed, not yet seeming to register that his father had been truly lost to them but more revealing in the new temple and having such a bond with his mother. It mad her pause, biting her lip.

“You are the first I have reached out to, your power is the most recognisable out of all of those who…” she looked down, “I thought you had fallen, Angela.” It was terrifying, to be the only one that had been left of those she trusted, to be left with Carla and the Angel. She looked around the library, to the apple, and to the woman herself. “The change suites you, I have found myself much changed as well…tell me of this land, what you know of it.” She smiled, nervous and still adapting to the power tickling over her.

Rhylana had found this place easy enough, the people had known right where to find the mother, as if she had always been here, as if her power flowed freely. She had near had a guide to the entrance to the temple, she couldn’t help but smile for the goddess. “This place is beautiful,” she said in awe. There was something darker to Rhylana, now and again it looked like a lightning storm danced beneath her flesh, darkness filling her aura. She had become more powerful, yes, but something in her very nature had changed. Just as it had changed in the Mother herself, there was something the same, yes, but something so much more to Angela. “You are glowing Angela, something has changed in you, as it has in me.” She smiled, standing to look at the golden apple, granting the Goddess a kiss, her own affections warm, but something near electric about them.

The red haired goddess smiled towards the blush. “I did not mean to interrupt you if you were having a good time.” The words came out whimsically. For a moment the thoughts danced in her head before answering. “It seems in Revaliir I have been a goddess for a long time. I am one of three. A higher power or so they say. From what I can understand I can talk to the tree or the Voice.” Angela moved around the library and only turned when Rhylana mentioned her mate.

“You are not the only one. It appears here I do not have one. That as I take on the responsibility of fertility I have stayed lonely for my heart weeps. Though it weeps more that my husband is not here by my side. I am very confused and yet I miss him and long for his touch. At the same time my heart weeps for a young human who died five years ago.” She placed her hand over her heart and closed her eyes. “I suffer inside.”

Moving her eyes towards Rhylana she nodded. “We didn't fall. It was more like those connected to the Triune were pulled from the DaeLuin world and sucked into our counterparts. From there others began to cross over. At first it was hard but I have not had time to talk to the others just yet. I know they exist because I can sense them but I need time for myself so I can gauge the situation.” She started to throw the apple up and catch it. 

Angela looked around and nodded with the Destruction Goddess. “Aye, it is more then I could have ever imagined. To wield power to create such a place. I never thought that type of power existed.” A smile crossed her lips. “I believe that is the gift of the Mother in me. I am it as well. You spark though like wildfire.” She returned the kiss and left the apple in her hands. “Take this as a gift. If times ever  get hard and you need to get a hold of me you can contact me through it. I know that must be weird to here since you are a goddess but sometimes even the divine need help.” 

It was odd, their bond seemed intact, though changed. Prior to this, when she had been new to her power and refreshed in the fire Angel had come to  her, had seen and knew her wounds. Prior to that Angela knew her father, her daughter and Tari, she had been part of Rhylana’s life, even if indirectly, for so long that it was a blessing to see some form of her here. The words of the goddess fell heavy on her, she tasting them, rolling them about in he mind as she would a fine wine. Such thoughts were odd to her, complex, for how could one be twice the goddess without knowing it? Rhylana simply took the affection and nodded, for it was such an odd situation to find oneself in. Part of her wondered if another Rhylana existed elsewhere, though the thought was complex and unnerving for the time being.

Rhylana brushed her hair back, disobedient curls and waves slipping over her hips and near her backside. She took her seat once more, the apple in hand as she looked to it. “I may use this, as these new powers seem much stronger than they were before. I find my temper quicker, the power just at the edge as it dares to crest the cup and overtake me. It is a constant building to keep the flame but restrain the consumption. A Goddess, “ she couldn’t help but laugh gently, for Dimitre would rue this day she ascended to a ‘true’ throne, let alone one as volatile as the burning throne of destruction.

She shook her head gently. “You are the mother of all here, seasoned and knowing. Do you know if my father has survived, or if I and Nikolai are all that remains of the Knight blood?” Naturally she knew that Dimitre was not dead, but she did not know if he had followed, if he had come and thus established a new powerbase. Good gods, what would his domains be if hers had grown so? “I have established my temple, but have had little time for much else, I desired to find those that I am tied to by divine power, my conclave siblings as it were. I knew your power, and many speak of you, so here I have come. I find myself disoriented.”

Part of her was fearful, for Dimitre had reacted so poorly to her ascension to Fire, how would he take this? She shuddered.

Rhylana let her wrist flick in the air, a tea service appearing betwixt she and the elder goddess, she pouring a cup of steaming cinnamon tea for Angel, and then one for herself. Honey suckle  blossoms appearing within the cups to offer their sweetness without being over powering.

Angela followed her and sat down. She folded her arms together and rested her head on it. Now propped she watched the Goddess with interest. “Such is destruction. Is destruction not something that is hard to contain? It is wild and free like an ever burning forest fire reaching for more and more. You will find your hunger never sated and when you do, you might notice you've lost everything. You have a long road my child. Please try to stay calm and try to keep your hunger under control. We are the guardians of the tree in most aspects. We watch over mortals and contain what they never could. Look at Pravpora, look at what they've done to themselves. Losing their tree has caused magic to falter in some places and lets not talk about how people here would do the same thing.” She tilted her head a bit.

When Dimitre was brought up she sighed a bit and thought about if she should tell the child. “You are not all that remains of the Knight blood. Dimitre lies not far from Virens. I feel him creeping towards me like endless night.” Her lips curled into a smile as her eyes got excited. “It is good that you have got your temple ready. Many of us have realms but I see you and your father have stayed on the mortal side.”

She took her cup and blew gently on its contents before taking a sip. “Mendean and Moliira are here are well. They are like myself. Triune they call us. We are the masters of the call. When we call you come. You can consider us much like the elder gods of DaeLuin but not with so much power. We are the last before the fall happened. Many gods lost their lives during it.” She savored the taste of the tea once more.

“I have many daughters now but my heart hurts on both sides. You are very lucky you did not fuse with any others like I have. I have twice the pain that I use to. Now I must get use to new things and new people. I remain strong for myself, children, people, and clergy. You must remind yourself to remain strong as well. Do not give into the pleasure of low laying fruit such as anger. You may be destruction but controlled destruction will always hit its target.”

There was something to be said about the calming effect of tea with he goddess of earth. The mother. Rhylana had never truly had a mother, and Skylania had loved her…kind of…in a more contractually obligated to care given the nature of her relationship with Rhylana. Even then, she could count on one hand how many times the woman had been in Rhy’s presence. Family was not really a dynamic that Rhylana was good at, and with Nikolai, it would prove difficult to be all that he needed, when she hardly knew how parents should behave to begin with. Rhylana sipped her tea and thought about the questions, her eyes truly lighting up with the knowledge of her father’s wellness. “Oh thank the Gods!” she said with a sigh, the breath of worry leaving her “As wicked as father can be, I would have truly missed him had he been gone forever.” After all, she had already lost all three men she had ever truly given her heart. Amrich, Dante and Victor, lost to the sands of time forever…

Rhylana only hoped that they had gone quickly, free of pain and agony.

She marinated on the question, thinking “It is that I have trouble understanding why I have been imbued with destruction. Though I suppose my nature is indicative of it, it still seems odd to me. Clearing the jungle for my temple, destroying the land and fauna that dared to protest me, it was such a welcome and intense feeling.” Even talking about it made her near moan with the pleasure of it, she had no man in her bed just now, and pleasure came from feeding on the life essence of those that she slaughtered.

This first moon had been eventful for her power.

She smiled and nodded “I am dealing with a good deal Angela, my mate has died, dearest friends left behind…the only other two men to really hold my heart gone. Yet, I live on, I am expected to raise this sweet boy into a man and teach him all he needs to know. It is a daunting thought, one that I am coming to terms with.” Surely Dimitre would have a thought or two on her son’s rearing, and she’d welcome the advice.

“I am sorry you find this world filled with such pain Angela, perhaps there will be a reprieve for you, perhaps some of yours have found this land as well.” She sipped her tea once more, thinking to herself, trying to understand just how much she had gone through. It was a welcome thought to know that her conclave siblings had made it, or a good many, but at what cost?

Angela had watched Rhylana for a while before laughing. “Child, most of us miss our parents when we think they are lost to us forever no matter who they were.” That was one thing that eventually would settle in for everyone.

It took Rhylana a long time to answer her but the red haired goddess was not too surprised to hear what she had to say. “I would not say imbued this world is much more different than DaeLuin's. It is more your responsibility. You breath life into destruction and make sure it is kept in balance with peace. 

She stirred her tea with her finger for a moment listening to Rhylana's troubles. “I know you are dealing with a lot. However, I also know that you are very strong woman. As the conclave we have to come together and be a complete family in this time of loss. No one will understand better than us. We were told of the terrors before they happened. Maybe it was by some divine nature that we were saved but we know the troubles and we can help each other. I will help you if I can.”

She finally took a sip of the tea and sat on what Rhylana had said to her for a while. “I've been a goddess in this world for a long time it seems. Reprieve here knows nothing. This is a very harsh land at times. The tree takes what it wants and sometimes those who get the powers lose the very thing they would use them on. I would have protected my mate and child with my life but no I killed them. And then to lose my mate from DaeLuin too… I shudder at the thought. I hope he made it but he was in a comatose state.”

She shook her head. “I will deal with what I must to stay strong. I am one of the Triune and I must set an example of being strong for the others.” Even if that meant being miserable when she was alone. “We'll find out what we must do here to stop the same problem from occurring again.”