Chapter Text
Part 1: Canon and Creed
The true Fade was denied to her, so too was she barred from the world of the living.
He had put her here, like one locks away a bird with a broken wing in a separate room.
She was stuck here. Too broken to heal. Too whole to pass on. Always waiting, watching. Seeing her Children suffer the cruelties of ignorance and mortality.
Her Consort and the Creator they had adopted, free to destroy that which the Veil had already sundered. It was further insult on the injury she had been made to suffer. Some days, she raged uselessly against her weak shape, screaming and pulsing and dragging at its energy to form something, anything. Rarely, she managed to don wings and claws and teeth for a spell. It only left her empty.
Some days, she gnawed at the bars of the pretty cage her loyal Wolf had put her in. It was as useless as all the rest, like wooden sticks upon solid Stormheart. She felt, she remembered, she knew it all. But the walls of spellcraft created by those of this world had become too high for her to climb.
And yet… her Wolf had always been as prideful as he was wise, and therein lay her opportunity now. In so carefully containing Living and Fade he had forgotten all Other. She would not tread in the Void, for it held only emptiness to her. But Beyond… Beyond lay infinite possibility. Where this world was closed to her, another remained open. One unguarded by anything but the barest breath of magic. A breath she, who had raised palaces in a day, could travel upon. Not an insurmountable wall, but a fence gate she could open.
It was slow, at first. Shards and slivers of towering constructs, loud, jarring noises, the shiver of static energy so unlike magic running through her form. Next came voices, thoughts, heartbeats, so fast it could only be- quicklings! A world filled to the brim with only quicklings.
Time had lost its meaning to her long before now. She existed outside of it's confines, linearity lost to her when her mortal form and unity was.
She did not feel it as she explored, expanding her awareness to once again watch.
When the Knowing of it all had settled and she knew what to do, her spirit calmed.
She would give her Wolf one last gift.