Alchemy

Gia

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Yet this time there was a light within Sophia a familiar voice encouraging her to look outward. And then she felt it the countless worlds gently beckoning for her attention. guiding her consciousness to anomalies within the weave of reality. pockets…Fragments of vash. Sophias eyes widened. One by one falling stars began to fill the sky pieces of Vash possibly harboring thousands of survivors! It made sense almost instantly. The garvegian line must have acted like a jet stream dragging pieces of the shattered world along behind it. and because of the noble alchemists sacrifices attracting the beyond to the train the pieces behind the train would have been devoured only after the train had ceased.

Sophia’s mind raced. Neither herself nor the alchemists around her had any more strength! how were they going to stop all those fragments from simply crashing down killing everyone on them?! A reassuring hand was placed on her shoulder at that point standing beside her were angel and the dryad. “You can feel it yes lady Herodotus?” Angel Said quietly through the dryads spirit link. “we are no longer on a dead world” The dryad continued “reach out to them I am sure they will help their new little sister” A moment of confusion crossed Sophia face briefly but the meaning quickly dawned on her. She had been completely depleted when they had arived but she was rapidly becoming aware that her whole being now coarsed with power more power than she had ever possessed in her entire immortal life. She nodded turning towards the falling fragments. She pointed towards them exerting the laws of gia upon the physics surrounding the remnants of vash. Vast equations flashed through her mind as she worked out how to arrest the force of such massive objects drawing on the memories of thousands of souls and five particularly ingenious ones to help her complete it she invoked the laws and over 20 huge 3 dimensional alchemichal arrays surrounded the falling pieces. A massive rush flew out of Sophia as she did this and looking upon her own hands she saw her form blurring and shifting. She looked back over her shoulder at her companions now fully understanding what was happening to her. “Go child of Gia. Make these people somewhere to belong. We all knew you ceased being merely human a long time ago.” Dante affirmed in his rich voice.
Sophia… Daughter of Gia smiled tearfully and nodded letting her form drift up unto the tides of aether as she prepared to create her own laws her own physics their own world. She felt all the other world around her connect in allowing her space to begin. In awe she felt the whole multiversal setup shift to alow her a place among the great roil of creation that was this place. this haven from the beyond. With a smile and a thought she cast out the arrays. The last act of alchemy the woman Sophia Herodotus would ever preform.

She formed it. all of it everything she could remember of the realm they had all called home for the millions of years Impossibly Physics and reality itself bent and shaped around her as she carved every detail of the world of Gia the world of Vash and the lost world of the dryad. The sparks of creation flared before the dazzled onlookers of arkham as she invoked the principles of this new realm and carefully crafted The monument to all those who had fought to get here. Careingly sculpted with the memories of a million or more lost souls that she held within herself a home a new hope she forged. And in the back of her mind she held the Ideals for this new world Ideals held by five particular individuals that had found thier way into her heart.
From Luther: Friendship, Truth, Legacy.
From Cassiopeia: Compassion Determination, Curiosity.
From Amina/Falicity: Love, Forgiveness, Selflessness.
From Winston: Honor, Loyalty, Kindness.
From Ayenna: Family, Innovation, creativity

With these people and millions of others in her mind Sophia Sculpted a new world and nestled it within the planar setup becoming its living world soul. Those alchemists and none alchemists alike who exist upon it are to follow Laws of equivalent exchange as an ode to Gia those saith who live are to follow the code of live and let live as an ode to Vash and as an ode to all those who sacrificed to allow this knew realm to exist and the people of arkham and Vash to endure Sophia instilled a third principle into the world.

United we stand

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Hymn for the lost

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Dante algol’s eyes opened to a light unlike he had ever witnessed. in a flash his memories of the moments before they crashed crowded back into his throbing head. The Death of Vash the sacrifice of so many alchemists to keep the garvegian line intact. Cordilious’ sudden but inevitable betrayal….the death of his grandson in the last 30 seconds of thier journey. Then an impact a light and now… His eyes were adjusting now he could see the piteous few survivors of their once proud world. one by one climbing out of the wreckage of their battered vessel of deliverance. their voices an odd mix of grief and awe. As they took their first breaths of air not tainted by the vile eminence of the beyond. Dante imagined his own expression was little different he to was in awe of the…absence of. His eyes widened suddenly as the full freedom of the absence hit him. He had been bracing for the weight of the madness that had tormented his mind his entire adult life to come crashing down upon him but that too was, absent. Like his mind had finally been pulled out of the flames leaving a beautifully quiet freedom. His breath caught his brow furrowed as wave after wave of relief rushed through his hagered mind and with it all the other emotions he had been holding back for his whole life. He laughed first great bursts of relieved laughter that caused several survivors to gaze startled at him, He then began to sob. He felt the greaf of his sons death at his two grandsons deaths. The beautifully human pang of regret for killing so many and sacrificing so many more all to get here all to live. His knees gave out and his palms hit the vibrant earth. He cried, wailing each peace of humanity back into his being. filling the whole that the madness had occupied with the man known as Dante Algol once more. caring not for who witnessed him as he wrung his hands in the dew covered grass that was to green to be real. he heard the others around him vaugly realizing who each greaved for. some loundly howling at the sky or over thier loved one corpese other quietly weeping for family members whose forms lay all too still. 76 survivors 76 releaved and grief stricken souls. 76 fragments of Gia and Vash the last Remanent of their world and in the center of all of them one figure stood still as death. Sophia Herodotus had not moved since they had emerged from the wreckage.


She could feel it as clear as her own heart beat. This world was alive, not just alive but connected, healthy, welcoming. The being known as Sophia Herodotus stood paralyzed with sensation and emotion. Their was greaf in her for the lose of her newly made friends and yet it was quieted by the fact that she could feel all their souls carefully cradled within her heart. It was when she opened her eyes that the cold hollow grief took hold. So few had made it. too few to repopulate barely enough to tell the tales of the valiant souls she now held within herself or of the valiant world her mothe…Gia. Would Sophia have to once again tell tragic tales of those who sacrificed everything for a far to small victory? She head Dante cry out behind her. Heard the gentle sobbing of Elizabeth, Ethia and Rose over Luthers body. Herd the unrestricted sobs of Leon who didn’t even have a body to cry over as he greaved Felicity . The subdued sniffles of Eve as she clung to goliath weeping over damian And ayennas death. She saw the slumped form of Beladonna high guard gazing back from were they had come as if somehow Winston would just cheerily walk out of the carnage making a silly pun about death. Malinda Beltza Crying into Tony’s shoulder as he stood stoically gazing down at their daughters lifeless form, a single tear silently painted on his leather cheek.

This wasn’t victory. This wasn’t a success. This was a whisper of a thought making its way into a world that had no place for it. Sophia’s throught tightened but her eyes were dry the familiar agony of surviving was about to settle in one more time.

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The soldiers eye

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Rick Haukins sat alone at a small wooden table. Reflecting on the events the past few days. 12 soldiers in training had died during the corruption. (the term most soldier were now using to describe the strange phasing in of the beyond the past few days) 12 soldiers too many. He had only a few men and women left with the mettle to fight the tide that would surely come again. His hard eyes drifted to the lone bottle of brandy on the table accompanied only by the small crystalline glass next to it. twist, click, glug, splash, gulp, clink. Rick no longer cared about savoring the taste. with Enjoyment came memories. he only cared about the effects. The nobles were fighting again, the leadership bickering about who should be in control. glug, splash, gulp, clink. They were killing each other again. the people that his men lost their souls and minds protecting were killing each other again. Some had had the gual to ask him to help them to kill each other. His brow furrowed for a moment then hardened back to stone. He no longer had the passion to be angry. With anger came memories. How much time did they have? How many more times would they cut their loses in order to live a few more weeks. Glug, Splash, Gulp, Clink. He wiped the questions from his mind. With answers came memories. Tomorrow he would train another unit of the fallen saith. Glug, Splash, Gulp, Clink. tomorrow he would get those four new recruits into their battle harnesses for the first time. Glug splash, Gulp, Gulp…Clink Tomorrow he would discipline the one recruit who looked just like…. And then the memories came.

He layed his head back in his chair as his mind began to struggle through the haze of alchahol to torture him. struggle to break out of the bunker of dormancy he desperately forced it into. The recruit who looked just like Rebecca… images of her laughing, fighting, Smiling, sleeping, Dying… Her last glance that haunted almost calm look of someone who knows they are about to cease. Her gaze began to merge with others, dozens of other brave men and women, hundreds, The eyes of that look flickered from brown to glacial blue to green to golden to red from man to women from soldier to child. How many souls had thrown him that last desperate look over his life as they were ripped into the blackness? the look that regardless of what other cluster of mixed and terrified emotions overlayed it always asked one thing… “remember me”. The chair fell backward as Rick lurched to his feet hand splanted on the table head hung eyes burning. The mostly empty brandy bottle clattered to the floor. Rick clenched his teeth not daring to close his eyes for fear of what he would see when he did. He threw his head back.

Down the street Sophia Heroditous heard a howl not unlike that of a dying animal come from the soldiers district. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she continued walking. weeping for someone who had long since run out of tears.

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.....An unseen battle

“Go!! Run!!” Gregory high guard shouted to the wide-eyed alchemists behind him. “We will hold it off” Theodore created a wall making array and sealed off the street between the alchemist and the..creature The creature would break such a wall easily but Gregory was thankful for it. It broke line of sight between himself and his charges so they wouldn’t have to see how terrified he was. despite this he readied himself drawing his blade and preparing to put the grotseque thing before them back beneath the earth were it belonged. He was about to put this sentiment into words when a croaking laughter rasped out of the things throught.

“Twisting turning little worms drawn out by the rain, Ripped apart by little birds bringing death and pain.” its eyes locked of Gregory The sing song quality of the words was dissonant from the deep sluggish voice the versed them. Gregories battle cry died in his throught. The one eye of the creature focused on him with relentless intensity the other gyrated in its socket like a thing trying to escape the grotesque its body had become. and somewhere in the depths of that eye Gregory could see a tortured fragment of a psyche a soul half devoured and fully mad begging for sweet nothing to take it. Gregory faltered he could not face this thing the Idea that there was something human in that twisted shell terrified him more for reasons he could not explain. his sword grip loosened. Under that gaze his stance faltered. but as his courage was about to give out a reassuring hand was placed on his shoulder.

“at piece borther.” Vincent said to him, his serene smile the same as always. “we are the high guard. Whatever we face it shall be overcome.” he turned towards the creature thier stalwart cousin Gorge stepping up beside him. “WE ARE THE HIGH GUARD!” he repeated in a great shout. “Never Dishonored!”

“Never Defeated!” Gorge, and Theodore continued
“Never Alone.” Gregory breathed with and edge of determination his grip tightening on his blade his will set. They charged.

The first blow sunk deep into the creatures side. in response it backhanded Gorges face off sending blood and brain matter spattering across the street. Flinging their former companions body rag dolling into a building. Then it lashed at Theodore who deftly dodged using his nimble frame to his advantage .three swords sunk into the things ribs but the high guard were too used to their opponents dying when mortally wounded. It grabbed Vincent hand and sent its other hand tunneling into Vincents chest he screamed for a moment before a root like appendage ripped up his throught and into his brain making a sickening slurping sound as Vincent’s head crumpled inward like a deflated balloon. The last thing Gregory saw was his youngest brother tumbling away in horror shouting at Gregory to get away from that thing but then something made contact with the back of Gregory’s skull. And Gregory high guard was no more….

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An unseen battle

The three brothers stood in the small secured lab staring intently down at the cluster of alchemists on the floor in front of them. Gregory high guard had herd of the madness before a mental affliction that began a quick and steady dissent beyond sanity’s grasp a dissent caused by witnessing a horrible event or lingering in the dark places world to long. That journey had been made by this young girl this poor soul named Eve. Even by the noble high guards reckoning she was too far gone. mumbling dark nothings at the world around her trying to run to the outer wall whenever she wasn’t drugged or held down and screaming uncontrollably at nothing anyone but her could see. It had saddened Gregory greatly to see someone so young barely ten if that in such a state. More so because he had known he was powerless to help her. Now before him four alchemists and a homunculus were performing a mind delving in unison to try to save the unsaveable. to drive out the madness that had taken root in this girls mind. The four sat in a ring hands pressed palms to the earth around the glowing and crackling alchemical array. On the east side of the circle sat Rita Citen the diamond alchemist. Her long luxurious hair and tantalizingly revealing clothing blowing back and forth lightly tossed about by the activation energies. Beside her sat Luthur Algol the second son of the Algol house. To gregoriy’s knowledge being second son in that house made him akin to an illegitimate son if he was not able to prove his quality to his house. Well he was showing his quality now according to high guard standards his elegant features already glistened with sweat from the strain of the activation his brow forrowed with focus to save the young orphaned girl. opposit him sat Cassi Zuri a young medical alchemist whose pale features and dark eyes stared vacantly into the center of the array at Eve as her mind battled with some unseen adversary. and completing the circle Amina De-clairmont sat. Gregory shifted at the sight of her he was glad he had not been assigned as her bodyguard the subtle yet unmistakably seductive curve of her figure and all to clear eyes would have made it hard for him to focus on work despite himself. The final figure was by far the strangest. Everyone knew of humonculi in arkham but this one was a new sight a woman at first glance yet unmistakably not human on closer inspection she had small featherlike wings were human ears should be and her hair and eyebrows also seemed to be closer to golden feathers than hair she was the first of a homunculus class known as a siren.

The five of them had just activated the mental delving Array. intrusting Gregory and his brothers to break their connection to the array should they show signs of distress or alchemical backlash. in the last 10 seconds Cassie had started to sweat profusely and was breathing heavy, the homunculus had a red scar-like pattern appear across her face and the other three were breathing like they had run a marathon. 15 seconds now. Luthur twitched slightly as alchemical energy pealed out of the array striking his legs and leaving odd bruises spidering up them. Theadore, Gregory’s youngest brother looked at him questioningly. Reactions rarely went on for this long even delving ones. the strain on their bodies even with four of them supporting the reaction would be too great to bare very soon. The crackling of the array grew more erratic the light of it began to take a reddish hue. the first signs of a backlash. the three high guard knights got in position to pull the participants away something that was only safely possible with a delving array. As if on que Eve’s eyes shot open and she let out an earsplitting scream. all four humans around the circle began to go limp their breathing growing dangerously shallow. on Gregory’s signal they were jerked away from the array. Anymore time connected and they would all die of exhaustion. as each alchemist was pulled away their eyes snapped back into focus flickering immediately to the girl in the now fading array. she had stopped screaming and was now breathing gently looking more peaceful then she most likely had in months. she opened her eyes weakly and gazed over at her exhausted saviors. “Are you feeling alright eve.?” Luthur choked out between labored breaths.
“yes” she replied quietly “I’m feeling better now Galahad, I’m just really tired” her eyes drifted shut again and she was in the dreamless sleep of exhaustion.
“I can’t believe it” Gregory breathed “they actually did it. they actually saved her from the madness”
“nothing is certain” Vincent Gregory’s second brother said “they may have only driven its effects back temporarily but either way it is a miraculous feat”
“And deserving of high praise” Theodore added “let us send word back to our house to let it be known that these alchemist are indeed Honorable or at the very least brave for their actions have spoken well for them this day.”

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