Yumara screams in fury as her lovely void creation is siphoned away, before it can react with the fel, creating the world breaking explosion. It didn’t matter she would create something stronger, when the mountains rose a second time it would be with her mental protections in place. A construct or golem didn’t need a brain to destroy, and neither would they. But before Obliteration of this world, there was just one more thing that needed to go. She turns to the Ered’kiel and draws her bow.
Shrieking in fury she tears at the chains wrapping around her. She can feel her powers being locked away, she turns her head and glares at the being in the sky, who had thought to assault her. *”You dare? You wretched excuse for a god. I will break your chains and I will destroy you. I will enjoy completely extinguishing your existence.” Yumara is so busy fighting to break free of Orion’s chains, that she doesn’t sense Master. Deep within the center of the goddess like being trapped in a cocoon of amber, that rest within the s
Center of the massive tree that is the heart of this construct, Yumara sleeps fitfully her mind prisoned in a nightmare loop.
Within this nightmare she is waiting for Rogal. She had been sick, and her and Rogal had returned to Silvermoon City. At first everything was well, the dream was nice… but then it changed. Rogal left one day, and she waited for him to co e back… She didn’t understand these things she felt for Rogal. She just knew that as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. She felt completely devastated. She had stopped eating almost altogether, she wept for hours, days… whenever she heard sounds outside, she would get up and run for the door. Pulling it open she would gaze out at nothing, of course he wasn’t there, he wasn’t coming back. She had been played, she wasn’t worth it to him, she wasn’t worth anything. She moves around like a ghost, her existence fading away along with her will to live… then she feels it a sharp pain in her soul… *Jericha, she would first need to see that Jericha was taken care of… Then the nightmare begins again.
As Masters voice enters her mind the nightmare changes a little, where it usually resets it continues, and changes, she is now burning, the flames are eating away at her flesh, and she has been rendered helpless. She cannot stop them from eating away at her flesh, destroying it. They are burning away her children… She screams at the pain at the loss… Help… Rogal… somebody. anybody…please help… her mind screams as her body is being tortured. Suddenly the fire is gone, the flames extinguished, Yumara looks up from her knees. It isn’t Rogal that had saved her, it was Master, he had removed her from the cruel fate that Jericha had bestowed upon her. She reached for him, she needed him to save her, to keep her in balance. Master was there when she needed him back then…
Within the solid cocoon of amber in the heart of the tree cracks begin to form. Outside Isaik would see a large knot forming in the gargantuan tree. It would rapidly grow until it left a massive hole that tunnels into the center of the tree. All throughout this newly created passage glowing moss appears gently lighting the way. At the center of this tree trapped in a solid piece of what resembles amber, but much stronger, Isaik would be able to see Yumara, she would look like she was sleeping peacefully, he however knew that wasn’t so. Mas… it was like a hiss in the air all around, more cracks form.
As the memory of Rogal is locked away once more and all of his influences removed, Yumara’s mind begins to relax, the pain, hate and despair she was feeling, begins fading.
Masters voice seeps even deeper into Yumara, within the dream. Rogal’s face and Masters face keep Blending with each other… Soon it is just a Master she sees… and try as she might she cannot recall the other mans face… was he important to her, she cannot recall. She just knows that Master is important to her. He was there to extinguish the flames, he was there to restore her balance when it was broken so badly. She was his, and he protected her. Mast… Within the amber like crystal coffin Yumara’s eyes begin to open, her fists uncurl slowly.
This vision doesn’t appear in Yumara’s mind as a vision that has been. It appears in her mind as a possible future, an obtainable future, one she only has to reach out and grasp with both hands. Inside the chrysalis Yumara’s eyes open and her hands press against the cracked an fractured amber, shattering it. “Master,” she speaks in almost every emotion possible. She tumbles from the cocoon and falls against him… unconscious once more. Isaik will know that this time it’s more a sleep needed from exerting way to much power. He would also sense a calmness radiating from the being they are both inside of at the moment. Then Isaik heats a familiar voice coming from all around. It isn’t Orion’s, but that of the being that once ruled Yumara’s forest. I will now heal what she destroyed. While you take care of her… as for her memories of Rogal, I think you are becoming more important to her, soon those memories will not matter.