How long had he been in the stream? Hours, minutes, days, years? It seemed like all of the above when he was like this. He felt the pulses of his teamates when they returned, felt the pulses of the others the Freedom League with them. Hed even felt the pulse of the three people who had come to the HQ, Blaze, Stephyns--snicker girl friend he never got tired of teaisng his brother about that-- partner, and Mike, and someone he hadnt met before.
He was debtating comeing back and was about to send that same comforting pulse to the Olympians and his siblings that he always did-- Be safe I will find you and we will be a family--when the pulses of his siblings and his own pulse were violently shaken. It was like a loud crack of thunder and lightning right through his spirit, a crack in the very foudnation of the worlds, that threw the very balance of the universe out of order and off.
He reached for it and tried to understand it, tried to see what it was, and it wasnt long before the evidence was laid bare before him.
Tartarus was udner attack, the dead warred with the dead and gods battled with each other in a conflict that could only end with the destruction of everyone.
Bedros sighed deeply "I warned you father, I warned you werent ready for that power, and now you're facing the consequences of that arrogance."
he thought to himself mentaly shaking his head since his body save for a violent shudder had remained still.
He could feel the panic in his siblings pulses as they too had felt it, though they clearly didnt understand what was happening. He wavered for a moment as to what to do, did he help his a father a usurper who had stolen a throne that was not his? Or Did he let him fight his own war, and leave the consequences in Zeuses hands.
But he couldnt, could he? Zeus was still missing and the invaders knew it. He could feel the cold and ice of the northwinds moving with them, feel the rage of the berserker in them--Norse, Hela he snorted--they wouldnt stop and the souls of many would suffer for his fathers pride.
No he had only one choice, given who he was there was never any other he couldnt allow the balance to be thrown out of whack, couldnt allow people to suffer even if they were allready dead.
Reaching down he sent a hard pulse of his own to his siblings it had his strength and his heart that behind it, his calm resolution, and his stubborn determination.
And one by one they responded. One by one they acknowledged, and one by one.
From the small brazier of flame Allister stepped the flames of his element as hot and bright as his spirit and blood. From the Stream, Praya known as Downpour came her heart as calm and deep as the oceans and tides themselves. And from the very air Angela also known as Zephyr coalesced first as a breeze, then as a gust, then as a gale that caused the very trees to bend.
And lastly he returned to his body standing up as the earth groaned and rumbled in greeting to those whose spirits shared the same connection to the elements that he did.
They were scared and uncertain, and simultaneously like their natures exited.
"You felt it Bedros?" Downpour asked her voice the soft flowing of a stream.
"Yeah what the bloody hell was that!?" Allister snarled the flames flickering behind his eyes.
"it scared me, I thought I was going to die for a moment." Zephyr whispered her voice like a breeze."Tartarus."
He spoke as if that one word carried a world of meaning, which it did. "Fathers arrogance has come back to bite him in the tail."
he snorted as his own tail lashed back and forth once."Hela has invaded Tartarus and shes pressing him hard. He didnt see it coming when he lashed out at the Pantheon, didnt see how the others might take advantage of it.
"But what about Adamantine?" Allister snapped "Surely..." he traile doff as even his self assuredness wavered
"Adamantine might hold them off but even the construct would fall eventualy to an army of the dead." Praya answered evenly.
"So what do we do then?" Angela piped in. the way she looked at Bedros as she asked sent a flutter through his heart he hadnt felt since he'd met Penitent, and he blushed but kept her gaze as he replied."I'm going to help him."
he said evenly in that deep bass rumble like two great boulders rubbing together. They all stared at him like he was out of his mind and even spent the enxt several seconds telling him he was. But it was plain to see which element he represented as he looked back at them and looked them right in the eyes."I'm going now."
he spoke up finally silencing their objections with the quiet power of his voice and detemrination. "I called you here to say goodbye and to ask that you look after Mom for me while Im away."
he hesitated a moment for the first time seeming uncertain before his resolve hardended to granite, a chancge which caused all of them save Angela to step back."I might not return so she'll need someone to look out for her, remember she was special to me and to Father."
"Bedros if you go you could die, permanently down there." Praya spoke quietly but as determined as him.
His only response was to shrug casually. "Not the first time..."
he looked at eahc of them as the revelation hed had about his own element was once more broguth home to him "And it wont be the last either, As long as our elements exist as long as we embrace the spirit of our element we'll live."As long as Fire burns."
Here he looked at Allister who flinched slightly before looking back at him defiantly. "As long as water flows."
he looked at Praya who smiled softly and nodded. "And as long as the wind blows free."
he looked at Angela and this time it was her turn to blush but she nodded."We will endure because its who we are and what we do."
he replied evenly "And so will I."
"Well bro thats about the biggest load of metaphorical crap I've heard spouted in awhile" Allister snapped while applauding satirically. "So looks like I'll have to go with you, cant let you go try and be the big hero all alone, probably make us all look stupid with a name like Terrabull." he snarked making little quotation fingers as he sounded out the name, only to yelp as Angela smacked him across the back of the head.
"Dont make fun of him jerk!" she snapped her hair gusting up around her in a non existant breeze. Then she turned to Bedros and looked him in the eye and then he felt their pulses connect on a deeper level then any of the others.The two stayed that way before she broke the trance by stepping up to him and speaking.
"I'm coming too, who knows what trouble this knucklehead will get you into If I dont." she smirked as she threw a thumb in Allisters direction wile he snorted and pretended to look offended.
"Praya you coming?" she asked a bit of hope in her voice.
"Was there ever any doubt?" Praya responded evenly as she reached out to take Bedros hand. for a moment she looked at the massive palm as if she could see something in the lines on it then she turned it over and put her hand on top of the enormous mitt and smiled gently.
Zephyr whooped and put her own hand on his and they both looked at Allister who rolled his eyes and said "This is so freaking corny." but inspite of his words he put his hand in anyways. "So whats the plan Cowboy." he snickerd only to yelp again as Praya hit him this time."First I say goodbye to the Guardians, theyre like family and I am going to miss them, then we go see Mom and tell her the truth.
he paused a moment at that implication clearly not looking forward to it."Then we go and raise hell."
he smirked and the others smiled at the thought of the fun they would have."Stay here, we'll leave shortly."
Turning away with one last long glance at Anglea who flipped her waist length blond hair and winked at him nearly causing him to stumble before he regianed his feet and made his way inside. This was always the hardest part but it had to be done even if there wasnt a war in hell of all places he would still have to go, the Olympians must be restored and the balance with it, otherwise everyone, everywhere would be endangerd.
Finally he looked in and got Stephyn and Grafts attention. Pulling them aside he was the picture of stone resolve though inwardly he was heartbroken. These two were like --very odd-- brothers to him, and both were very dear.
Stephyn was someone who could understand what it was like to have a raging fury with you, one who knew what it was like to have to fight against your very nature in order to avoide becoming a force of destruction.
And Graft, crazy as it was Graft was someone he could laugh with on a regular basis, the Patchwork paladins dryness made him a near universal straightman and the two regularly bounced off each other. His big emotions contrasting with Grafts lack of them but it worked inspite of how crazy it was.
He spared a thought for Singularity whose tech skill and courage in joining them on their jaunt to Olympus could not be denied. Even Victoria who had put aside her own fears to join them."I'm leaving."
he said simply "Dont know if I'll be coming back.""The Olympians need to be found and restored, and now fathers arrogance has lead to a war in Tartarus that hes not prepared to fight."
he explained to both of them."I know you' both have your own battles coming, and I wish I could be there for you, I'll be there in spirit at least.""If I can I'll help you when ever I can, you know Ill always have your backs, I think of the two of you like Brothers.""Oh and call Mom from time to time, she liked you two, and she thinks Graft needs to get out more."
He snorted with that deep rumbling laugh."
Finally he turned away and walked out into the garden he'd created when he'd come here so long aago, with its zen rocks, and sand, its grass and cherry blossom tress, the small stream, and the bridge over it, and the 4 statues of Zeus, Aphrodite, Athena, and Heracles. Now a new statue stood off to one side, one of the Guardians as theyd been when he'd first met them.
Wraith, Himself, Graft, Peneitent, and Arty, and Shutterbug all standing and smiling with their arms around each other and Shutterbug giving a V for victory sign.
Turning back he waved once before joinging his Sibling who nodded in Stephyn and Grafts direction--or smirked mischievously in Allisters case, before the 4 of them in their own ways stepped into their elements Allister seeming to immolate and vanish with the smoke, Praya simpling flowing into the stream, the windpicking up as Angela just seemed to blow away, and Lastly Bedros himself who just seemed to melt into the earth where with a final wave and big grin he vanished and only the earth itself to know he had ever been there.
Been a blast but time to go.
always glad to role play any cameos or short vignettes and interludes anyone wants to but untill then take care everyone.