The Fall of the Dieties - Air and Water

Clouds of vapor formed at her lips as great sobs shook her body. Tears formed on her cheeks only to become marble-like droplets as the cold air froze them. Her body quivered as her grief tightened its grip on her throat. She could not believe it. She would not believe it.

But she was forced to believe.

The body of Altus did not lay at her feet nor was it buried beneath the fallen pillars on his mountaintop Temple. It was as if a prize-winning sculptor had crafted this figure from the ice for the pose and expression was perfect. The beam of ice had struck him mid-leap and his immortal body held its perfect form. Giant wings, often given to those who perfect the Air Element, had sprouted from his back and great billows of wind had begun to spin around him as the ice took its hold. From the position, there was no way to tell if he had been fighting or fleeing.

But he was the God of the Ridges.

Her sobs continued and her lips parted to whisper to him as her warm body rubbed against the chill of the ice, but there was no sign of the ice melting. With all of her power, she urged the blood within him to flow again and she begged the ice to peel itself from his flesh, but it did not answer. In her state of mourning, she was powerless.

Altus, Courant whispered to the nothingness that was now his Temple. I will find who did this.

I will prove that I love you.