this was the very first scene I wrote about Oesala and Erundur. It's not the first iteration of it, that one was on paper, but it's the first story. A tragic split of two relics on an ancient past, having held onto eachother for centuries now forced apart by something greater than theirselves.
I also did some bullshit CSS experimenting here :v I hope it's not that distracting :3
Oesala, the Great Spirit, has been working on the Great Migration for the past years, trying to give the Ngimonians a chance to survive the quickly approaching Great Flood, and plans are close to being done.
During this time, Erundur has barely seen his sister, and when he saw her, it was mostly in official meetings and the such. Erundur wasn't as concerned with planning all this out, mostly continuing his life as always, just traveling around and seeing things. He has heard about spirits traveling to the north, and the Northern Shaman Plan, which was supposed to keep the northernmost part of the Central Continent from sinking, if successful. He wants to leave the Ngimonians to go there, together with his sister.
Erundur is flying above the darkgrey plane of metal that is the Great Machine's upper surface, and slowly approaches Oesala's tower, around which gardens have been constructed, even on the machine. The tower erects from a lake of green, high into the sky, way above the clouds. Erundur and his vessel fly up, passing the clouds, and to one of the highest rooms of the tower ~ his sister's office. He flies in through the open side of the tower, which is almost completely made of glass at this height, with this one side being open to fly into.
"Hello, Oesala!!"
"Ah, Erundur! What are you doing here??" She flies up and sits on Erundur's vessel's head, as her vessel is still staring at the paperwork spread out over her desk.
"Well, I had something to discuss.. You're working on this migration, of course, but I've found a safer place for us.. A place where spirits are going to take the earth itself as vessel, so it doesn't sink..
At this point, Oesala's vessel looks up from her paperwork and stares at Erundur. "Oh?? And where might that be??"
"To the north"
"Where to the north??"
"Ah well.. to.. to the furthest north.."
Oesala gets a doubtful expression on her face.
"And how do you think we'll get all the Ngimonians there in time??"
"I thought.. we don't."
Oesala's bird starts to glow a little, as the light of the room starts to flicker and dim, leaving the room to be illuminated by the setting sun. Oesala flies up, and sits down on her own vessel's face, whose face shows uncomfortableness now. She stares at Erundur, the clouds reflecting the orange light of the sun. She spreads her wings, a black sillouette against the still blue sky on the other side of the tower, from Erundur's point of view. "So what do you expect me to do. Do you want to leave them all to die??"
Erundur sits down on his host's head now, nuzzling into the hair, making himself small. "Well.. You've already done so much for them, I'm sure they'll be fine. They can make the last bits of the plans theirselves, and they'll execute them just fine.. You should think of yourself as well!! You can't safe the entire world by yourself."
Now, the lights give in and go dark, and Oesala glows brightly enough to dimly illuminate the room, slightly stronger than the setting sun's light, which is about to fully sink into the clouds. Her vessel, below her, has an expression of agony on her face, never having been the best to deal with Oesala's stronger emotions.
"Yes, little brother. I can in fact save the entire world. And if not the entire world, at least millions of people. I'm not just anyone, I am the Great Spirit Oesala. I can save all these people, and you can help me save them, save thousands, maybe even millions of lives. When we were made into what we are now, it killed thousands. Let those sacrifices be worth it..
During those last few words, her voice turned regretful, rather than angry. Erundur's voice is soft and comforting.
"Oesala.. The people'll be fine.. They are plenty smart. And Ankxa might very well sink as well, and there wouldn't be anything you could do. That's out of your control, so you might as well save.. come with me, and save as many people we care about as we can, and save yourself. These people would want to know their Great Spirit lives on, wouldn't they??"
"No. We're both staying here. We knew what would happen from the beginning, that everything would go wrong, and still we went on with it, not preventing it. If death is our punishment, so be it."
Erundur uses his host's arm to grab Oesala's host by the wrist, and he pulls. Oesala resists.
"Come with me. I'm not leaving you to die. Why do you want to be these stupid people's 'Great Spirit' anyway??
Oesala just stares back, blankly. "You're staying."
"We're going."
"Then go alone."
"Fine."
They are both silent now, and Erundur just stands still.
"Well?? When are you going??"
Erundur grabs her wrist again, with a pleading expression now.
"I'm not going with you. Farewell, little brother.." Oesala pushes Erundur to the open window of the skyscraper, and as Erundur stands on the edge, he responds:
"Farewell, big sister.."
Erundur jumps out, his vessel spreads his black artificial wings, speaks an invocation, and flies besides the spirit.
Oesala flies to her nest on the desk, and nuzzels down. Her host stands there, frozen, silently crying. Oesala lets go of the control over her, and she stares in shock, then collapses onto the ground, sobbing from the emotion she just experienced.
"Sorry for that, darling.. I didn't mean to hurt you..
The spirit stops glowing as brightly, and the sun disappears, leaving the room dark, as the orange sky turns blue.