[This has such an epic feel to it. Like Final Fantasy crossed with Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle.]
ninemoons42 writes: what his blue eyes meant
This was nothing Charles had ever expected - but bless Jean and Emma and Betsy for making him prepare for it. Voices from the past and the future, reaching out to him in his mind, the sheer psychic energy they were linking into him and through him - a terrible ordeal, a shocking agony, loss.
And the other side of that coin, what Charles had become as a consequence of all this. Years and lives and histories and alternate universes.
He was the nexus now.
He was where all of this changed.
Break the cycle. Forget every hurt, every tear, every regret. Look toward the future.
Charles took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, and held out his hand. Rachel. Attend me.
Movement nearby. I am here, Charles.
It’s time, Rachel.
Yes, it seems that it is.
A weight landed in his hand. Charles curled his fingers around it. Even with his eyes closed, he knew what he was holding. A great staff that would have overtopped the tallest man or woman to wield it, with the upper end beautifully carved into a set of phoenix’s wings.
King of birds, Charles thought, avatar of death and rebirth, symbol of shattering change.
It was appropriate.
He turned the staff upright, slamming the butt end into the ground between his now-immobile feet.
The roar that followed resonated in Charles’s head, and out of the echoes came a voice that seemed to be calling his name.
Charles opened his eyes. Blue iris surrounding a darker blue pupil.
It’s time, Erik.
I’ve come to help.