“The closer one gets to the light, the greater the shadow he casts.”
With Comet gone, things were…different. The two had been so good at working together partially because one would work in the light while the other worked in the shadows. As their names often pointed out, Star was better at working in the light, her abilities far flashier along with her name. Comet was quiet and subtle, only noticed when the consequences of her actions were inevitable.
Comet was a force that could not be swayed once her course was set in.
Star was an immovable object that would burn up whatever tried to make her move in the first place.
One was the light, bright and burning and always there; the other was the shadow, cold and dark and just passing through.
Now the shadow was gone, but the need for it was still there.
Star closed her eyes and felt the bond between her and her sister knotted and choked off. It was forever bleeding between them, though the leakage would only flow over on her side. (She hoped that was true, hoped and wished so very hard.)
She felt when the blood seeped over her half of their shared soul crystal enough to stain it red.
The Crimson Warrior opened her eyes once more.
There is work to be done.