In the vast expanse of the universe, a lone asteroid drifted by; its path invisible to the naked eye. It headed slowly towards the unknown.
The loner was Brusselie. It remained a drifting plate inhabited by the remnants of the once glorious Kingdom of the old Kings.
The drifting continent was shrouded in shimmering fog that protected it from the realities of space. The pillars of Brusselie; the only reason the inhabitants of the lost son still lived with no knowledge of the dangerous waters they were currently swimming, worked hard to keep the balance.
Life moved as it had always been with the exception of the frequent skirmishes along the borders of all territories of Brusselie.
Gone were the days when Raven was blamed for the frenzy of the dark witches. Now everyone was attacked. The Vampires were no exception.
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In the depths of ice and snow, an altar floated above the ground with an eerie green ball of fire in its embrace. The large ball of Dragon fire had been reduced to a quatre of its original size. The spirit of the ice cave was astounded.
His only thought at that time was to amuse himself with this Fae who came to accompany him in the glacial abyss. He had encouraged the youngling to tame the bone chilling dragon flames. Maybe he only wanted to see if this descendant of the first friend he made in this lonely place was worth his trust and kindness. He watched as the Fae was frozen on the first contact with the planet sized ball of chilling flame, then also had to watch with wide eyes and a gaping mouth as that same Fae tamed the wild flames with nothing but a burning desire for the power to protect his beloved. This Fae was definitely abnormal. Not even true dragons could fully tame the flame but there he was hovering right underneath the rapidly decreasing ball of flame.
Resigned to the phenomenon unfolding before his eyes, **** conjured himself a spiritual body. The floating man was adorned in flowing white robes, his eyes a glacial white. His hair and brows were white as snow... untainted by the things of the mortal world. His pale arms were clasped behind his back as complex thoughts danced around in his mind.
The spirit of the ice cave stood silent, his eyes fixed on the Fae who continued to absorb the dragon fire. The air grew colder, but the internal heat radiating from the youngling was undeniable. Outside the cave, however, the very foundations of Brusselie began to shudder.
The continent had entered a zone of intense spatial turbulence. For centuries, Brusselie had glided through the void with relative smoothness, its true nature hidden from the people living on its surface. But now, as it drew closer to the mother planet it had been violently torn away from so long ago, the gravity of the massive celestial body began to tug at the drifting plate. The invisible path it followed became jagged and chaotic.
At the various spots on the continent where the six core pillars stood, the friction of space began to manifest as raw energy. These six pillars were the mechanical and magical anchors of Brusselie. They generated the artificial rotation that gave the inhabitants day and night, shifted the simulated atmosphere to create the four seasons, and maintained the shimmering fog barrier that kept the deadly vacuum of space at bay. To the average citizen, the world was just a normal landmass. They had no idea they were riding on a broken piece of a planet, flying through the dark.
But the pillars were sifting. Unstable energy ripping through their core.
The space tree seeds in the velvet boxes were at last put to use. These trees were not like the flora on the surface. They did not need sunlight, soil, or water. They remained dormant in their seeds, waiting for a specific catalyst: spatial turbulence. The violent friction of space was their energy source.
As Brusselie vibrated violently, the space trees woke up.
At the first pillar, the roots of the first space tree shot out like iron cables,, underneath its humongous roots, a red velvet box sat. The turbulence surged through the bedrock, and the tree drank it in greedily. Within minutes, its trunk expanded, wrapping around the massive crow beak shaped rock. The cascading falls ceased at that moment. Tree branches replacing its breath taking beauty. The bark was the color of stardust, and its leaves grew as sharp as glass.
The rapid growth was not silent. A low, bass-heavy rumble vibrated through the crow beak falls area. In the middle of a skirmish between a battalion of human soldiers and a coven of dark witches, the ground split open. The fighters stopped, their weapons lowered as the earth pitched beneath their feet. They believed it was an earthquake, or perhaps a new spell from the witches, completely unaware that a giant cosmic plant was anchoring itself right beneath their boots.
At the second and third pillars, the phenomenon repeated. The turbulence increased as Brusselie plunged deeper into the gravity well of the mother planet. The shaking grew so intense that rivers shifted their courses and mountains shed massive avalanches.
The space trees fed on the chaos. The more the continent shook, the faster they grew. Their branches began to weave into the internal mechanisms of the pillars. This caused immediate fluctuations in the continent's artificial environment.
Suddenly, the sky above Brusselie flickered. The regular transition from afternoon to evening glitched. In the span of five minutes, the sun setting in the sky jumped backward, flashed a blinding white, and then went completely dark, plunging the entire continent into an unnatural night. The temperature dropped instantly, skipping autumn entirely and bringing a biting winter chill to regions that had been tropical just moments before.
Back in the glacial abyss, the spirit in the white robes felt the shift. The ice cave groaned as massive cracks spread across the frozen ceiling. Huge blocks of ice crashed into the abyss below.
The spirit looked up, his white eyes narrowing. He could feel the core of the continent straining. The green dragon fire hovering above the Fae flickered violently as the ambient energy of the world became unstable.
The Fae, still locked in his trance, gasped. The sudden change in pressure and gravity threatened to break his concentration, but his desire to protect his beloved kept him anchored. The green fire pulsed, drawing faster into his chest.
"What monsters wish to keep me away from my master," the spirit muttered to himself, his voice muffled by the grinding of the rocks. "oh mother! This son has another journey ahead."
On the surface, panic spread. The battles with the dark witches ceased entirely as survival became the priority. Vampires retreated to their camps as the erratic sky flashed with cosmic static. The shimmering fog barrier at the edge of the continent, usually invisible, began to glow with a bruised purple hue. For the first time in history, the inhabitants could look up through the thinning fog and see the distortion of open space, alongside the massive spatial asteroids by its trembling side.
The mother planet; Sivennia was still at the very least three months away but it seemed, they might not reach as fast as they thought. At least the people who knew where Brusselie was adrift to!
The space trees had now completely engulfed the six pillars, their growth not stilling in the slightest. As they grew, their sentience awoke, their lush branches trembled as they extended into the already cracking sky, they swayed and swayed, destroying everything in their wake and also sending Brusselie on a different path, further away from its grieving mother.