Skyra : Stories

==Stories==
"There are many stories out there. Every being has their own story to tell, some simple, others complex, some happy, others painful to listen to. I know and remember them all. " - Luminous
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== Chronos Fracturing ==
Chronos Fracturing : Written by SparkleWhy. Its a simple question I always ask myself. Everyone says my power should be a blessing. Being able to see every possible future, being able to change that future. But its more like a curse. Imagine nothing can surprise you ever. No surprise birthday parties, the rush of nearly being defeated in battle. Chronos clenches his hand closed. And everyone thinking that you can solve anything with your power, that everything will always end up right as rain. Water splatters down, one by one onto his closed hand. The weight of the universe resting upon his shoulders.
They all hate me. I had no choice, no other way to prevent everything from falling into a chronostatic timeline. I did what I had to do. Yet why does this pain tear through me. I know what I did when Light and Shadow battled brutely over the expanse. I knew it would happen but they had to do so, it was the only way. And I stopped the fight, summoned the other gods and proceeded to unleash my fury upon the two. Yet nobody understands, to them it came out of nowhere as I hovered in the rain in front of everyone, divine energy lashing everywhere. But to me it had been eons. 
"Light. Shadow. You both dare to destroy everything we have created over a petty argument." Eyes glowing with divine fury, voice ringing out over the heavens, and my hand clutching that dagger of mine. I had to show them I meant business for the plan, so I let my fury from countless timelines leak over. Everyone cowered in fear. I hated that look in everyone's eyes, the ones that had seen the old Aos rage before especially. It broke my heart to see Helm, Bahamut, Kershka, Myrkul and ever my newest friend Elloras eyes and thoughts just screaming. Run away from the angry overdeity. This isn't how he's like, what's wrong with him. He is just like him. But I had to steel myself and continue on, for the sake of everything in existence.
"For what you have done you will both be trapped in time until you can work out your differences. And for thinking I would just repair everything." Everyone watches as Ace no Chronos un-pauses time for a split second for some of the damage to the islands to complete. A resounding snap as the weave breaks, islands breaking into parts. "You can live with the damage." Chronos turns to everyone present. "And you all are forbidden from rebuilding it. Anyone who goes against this can join Shadow and Light in the Chronostatic timeline, permanently." Everyone at this point stilled. Hurt flashed across their eyes.
"And anyone I find interfering with mortal affairs because of this event will also be punished, no matter who they think they are, with worse." Chronos's eyes sweep specifically over the ones he knows. "Dismissed." I couldn't bear it any longer. I didn't stay to ask questions, I fled to one of the Chronostatic timelines specifically the one with the library of time. Only if so I couldn't hear my friends calling out to me asking what was wrong or if I needed help. I stood alone and cried. Upset at what I needed to do, and what I was going to do to save everyone. 
Countless timelines all converging to a singularity flashed through my head as I focused on the ones that needed to happen. All the pain and sorrow from each flashing across my mind. By the end of everything, everyone was going to hate me. I already knew that. The looks, never to be the friendliness of the past. The worries of when I will snap again. But most importantly from my friends.
And the worst part was that I had to live with it, I couldn't even tell them what was going on. I knew Helm would forever be furious at me for influencing those few beings lives to be that much harder and the punishment he would be inflicted with along with Elora as a result. Everyone's shock at me dealing out such a punishment to one of my closest friends. The dead silence from the pantheon afterwards, the little known parts of the prophecy of destruction weighing in on all their minds. 
But it was either this or the destruction of this entire time sphere. I had no choice, I had tried everything else. This power is a curse. And I hate who I have become. The destroyer of the universe, one who is feared and hated, the lonely god. And after it is all over I will stick my dagger within the rock upon the highest point of the highest mountain in Skyra. And leave the timeline until I am needed once again. I am sorry Helm for what I put you through along with Ellora. I am sorry to the others I put through hell in order to save everything. But I wish I could say sorry to Myrkul and Kershka. The two who supported me throughout and yet can never get an explanation for my actions. I wish I could tell you both everything. Chronos looks back at the blackened and corrupted timelines slowly spreading outwards. But not even time can fix everything
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== Thunder Struck ==
Thunder Struck : Written by Sparkle
Here is a short story about the elemental Arolin and how she fell from grace after her brother, now the god of lightning and air, betrayed her for power.
I had a brother once. Though those days are now long behind me. We used to be family, brother and sister, the twin gods of lightning and air. Complements to one another. But no more. My own brother had chosen power. Apparently that was all he ever longed for and I was left to take the fall. Zepher had stolen my position amongst the greatest, and sealed me away in another families sword. 
"Symbolism at its finest.", the rage behind my laugh simmered silently. "I was once blind but no longer. I will take my place back and call down a cyclone to end his reign." Bitterness. That was what I felt, as I was passed through a family tree as if I were just a heirloom. An object, an it. Not a who or someone of greater importance than someone who was long presumed dead. Heirs told time after time to not listen to the lightning elemental that was inside the sword and attune, else fall to its power. But soon I found one soul who was willing to listen to my plight, to my pleas of help. We struck a bargain, not that I could do much in the first place other than attempt to strike down those who attuned to my very soul to control me. Just how the oath breaker wanted me to feel. Hopeless, and contained, away from revenge on him. But of course these people were unaware they were not attuning to a sword but to my very soul. How could a mortal after all decern a weapons attunement from a soul that had been cursed to be attuned with? 
Especially when it was the work of a god? The bargain I struck allowed me to finally pursue my goals, regain my rightful place. But it came with the caveat that I would have to bring my new found and unlikely ally with me through my ascension. Could I really go through with it and trust someone once again not to break an oath, a pact like my brother had? I wasn't sure, but I hoped that fragile feeling that everything would be alright in the end stuck around. For good and for the de-ascension of the false 
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