The Dawn (III)

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The revelation of Nyris was a momentous event in Akaon's existence. Her presence placed everything in perspective.

By gazing, bewildered, at Nyris, Akaon finally realized what he needed to do next. There was no doubt in his mind.

As the winged goddess approached him, he approached her too, filled with purpose. Akaon raised the hand within which he bore the very fire of existence. The flame that could very well have once been his beating heart.


Their meeting was momentous, and much of it is written in poems and hymns alike. For without it, there would be no Dream, and without the Dream, without the Flame of Yrion sustaining it, the universe would not be the same.

Nyris approached and reached to touch the flame. Akaon gazed at her calmly, yet dazzled by the entirety of what had already happened, but also from the future that had been revealed to him alone.

The flame of Eternity leaped from his hand to the embrace of Nyris, and just a moment before the two deities could actually touch, Akaon was gone, vanishing like a dispelled apparition.

All that was left in his wake was the flame itself, now kindled in the hands of Nyris, and stardust, shimmering accross the cosmos.

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