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Adam's never really been one much for birthday celebrations. Aside from the presents, of course -- presents are always good. But he's never much been one for birthdays, and this one in particular's been rather surreal. So he supposes he shouldn't really be surprised that it's today that he sees her, standing out by the lake where he'd been planning on skipping stones.

Quietly he approaches, and quietly he stands, hands in pockets, watching.

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Lightning flashes across the sky, ripping it apart with light and hanging there, casting shadows that echo its eerie white light among the branches and leaves. There's a moaning that finds its way into words, voices, screams as Adam fights against, across the chasm.

Then the light is gone, along with his breath, and all there is is black, and he reaches out for the globe, closing his eyes against the dark and the storm he can't feel or see or hear. And all that is left are the thoughts of freedom, and destruction, and he isn't quite sure they aren't the same thing.

He reaches for the globe, with hand and mind and will together, struggling to grasp, to take, to hold, to seize--

(to take control - to destroy)

--and after so long, on this day, this sixth day of June in the year 2006, his twenty-first birthday, something begins to slip.

(I am the destroyer and the adversary. The prince of darkness, and the spawn of Satan. Nothing will ever change that)

He reaches, and the White Rider shrieks, high and thin and wild-- she is there before him and no longer concealed as ice-cold, inhumanly strong fingers wrap around Adam's wrists and hold with bone-cracking strength. Around them, the wind howls as the will of the Antichrist clashes with the power commanded by one of the Great Lords of the Dark.

At Blodwen's throat, the glass globe begins to flash wildly with pink light, seen as though through an oily sheen over the glass. It pulses like the beat of a heart -- or of wildly beating wings.

His arm goes limp under the Rider's grasp.

Angel of the Bottomless Pit

He gasps for breath and takes a step forward.

Great Prince that is called Dragon

He can feel her power pushing against him.

Father of Lies

He is what he is, and nothing can change that, not even him.

Prince of this World

His legs go out from under him as he tries to move closer.

Lord of Darkness

He closes his eyes and all at once the wind is gone, and there is nothing but a cold, deep quiet.

Destroyer of Kings

And he wishes for nothing else but the utter destruction of Blodwen and her charm.

(nothing can end or die that has once had a place in Time)

For a single endless, timeless moment, nothing happens. All the world -- or is it worlds, here Milliways, at the end of of the universe, at the end of everything? -- seems to hold its breath.

(but what comes after the apocalypse?)

In the sudden ringing silence, an awful force builds swiftly to some incredible peak and there hangs poised. At its center, at its heart, Adam Young and the White Rider stand, locked in silent battle with each other, each striving desperately for control, for power, for survival, for existence, for something to tip the balance.

(fire to burn away the Dark)

And then, into that frozen coiled tension, a sudden burning blood-pink light flares violently between them.

(the Wild Magic is meant to be free)

not you
not here
not this

A soundless explosion rocks everything, shaking the earth and the heavens and racing from its epicenter outwards across the ending universe like the waves of some unimaginable earthquake--

--and when the world rights itself once more, neither Adam nor the White Rider are anywhere to be seen, any longer.

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