Homeworld Visit: 17th December 2020 (Backdate)
"Sounds like those random diseases that gardeners whine about every time they see their plants rotting in their yard. Can't you just spray it?"
Vincent may not have had any idea that his remarks had struck a chord. Honestly it was a simple observation and one that the Senshi was particularly irritated that he had missed. He lived beside an old woman who thoroughly enjoyed gardening and she did have a penchant for exasperated sighs and declarations that something, someone or the weather was wreaking havoc on her poor plants. Amusingly enough she also had several methods of dealing with this and outside declaring genocide on all slugs, she tended to spray something on her plants.
Athalia was not ashamed to admit that he had borrowed several gardening books from the library and without the slightest farewell, had abruptly returned to his Homeworld with them slung under his arm. While they wouldn't help him identify the plants, that was an impossibility in the given circumstances; he might find something that sounded similar. Afterall, while Earth may be the only place with sentient life nowadays at some stage every world had life and followed mostly the same 'rules' right?
...He was pretty sure that was how the laws of creation (or whatever they called them in physics etc) worked. Either way, there was no one here to advise him of otherwise and he ran with this particular train of thought.
He landed firmly upon the soils of his homeworld and immediately froze. Though the heat was still present, the subtle wind that had once whispered across his skin had vanished and the 'rustle' of leaves had been replaced by faint signs of cracking and muffled 'thumps' of crumbling matter.
"No," he murmured softly and looked up. At first glance nothing seemed to be immediately amiss, the vibrant colours were still there, those brilliant colours he had become accustomed to and yet something wasn't right. The world was too still, too stiff, too rigid. The colours may have been preserved but he was overcome with a distinct sense of deja vu as he strode forward, reaching out to knock at one of the leaves. It crumbled exactly as he had anticipated but then so did the entire tree.
When he had first come here this world had been nothing but a petrified wasteland, lifeless and beige. Over the course of his visits it had began to recover, magic flowing through into the very core to breathe life into what he had perceived as dead. Yet in all but a few weeks, that which he had cultivated for more months than he cared to admit had regressed, and gone beyond the sturdy and petrified life that had existed before him.
What had once been hardy and capable of resisting the furious shard storms of the planet had now become fragile, delicate and what felt like mere seconds away from complete annihilation.
In less than two weeks it seemed he had already run out of options.
He grimaced and stepped away from the now destroyed tree, moving towards the pyramid that he considered his home away from home. Fortunately it remained unchanged, towering over the jungles and even the slopes that surrounded it. It certainly knew how to make a statement, that was for sure, it just hadn't 'taught' the rest of the planet to do the same. Alas, as he drew nearer the pyramid he couldn't help but notice the bizarre prickle across his skin, the tips of his fingers almost painful.
His skin rose upon the back of his neck, rippling across his arms and straight down his spine in a rather nasty 'jolt'. Something wasn't right, and that something had to be nearby. Whatever it was he had stepped over the threshold, but he hadn't seen anything amiss, had he?
With the exception of the abject petrifaction everything had looked normal.
The pyramid stood tall with no immediate signs of damage, it seemed structurally sound; and the only other thing near them would have been -
"The Monoliths."
He made an abrupt detour, stepping away from the normal paths he often walked and back towards the other set of super structures he hadn't examined since he had first arrived here. Truth be told he wasn't entirely sure of what they did, he knew they had runes on them and that they cast some sort of magic into the sky (which he assumed was aligned to his), but beyond that he failed to understand their purpose. For all intents and purposes he had never seen fit to examine them further as there had been no possible way to translate what was on them.
But in hindsight, perhaps he should have treated them with greater care and consideration. No sooner had he broken through the trees and could get a clear view of it, than he was greeted by a massive fracture. The magic that should have spiralled upwards to be cast into the sky now flickered and spluttered pitifully towards the ground, 'dust' descending from the open 'wound' to settle on the jungle floor.
Runes that had once been positioned along the fracture had splintered, with partial pieces now resting at the base. Whatever had happened, the damage was significant and he was beginning to suspect that perhaps this was the reason for everything.
In his opinion it appeared that on this occasion the books he had brought were utterly useless, what he needed was a Mauvian and fortunately for him, he knew exactly where to get one.
With very little time to waste the man turned on his heel and immediately left the area. If he didn't get to the bottom of this soon, then there would be nothing left and he couldn't allow his planet to fall again.
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