A/N: What's this? Less than a month since the last update? Where am I and what have I done with moonmist18?

That sounded really weird. But anyways, here it is, the next, and final, chapter of Conis Metoris. And yes, it really is "comets and meteors, metal and ash". Just in Latin. And mixed up a bit. And with a few letters changed.

Oh, and I was rereading the whole story, and I had a few contradictions in my writing, which were (I think) the Tree first 'speaking softly' and then 'in her silent way'. Clearly, silent and softly, although somewhat close, are not the same. So, um, her silence is soft? Eh. I don't know.

Oh, and the Comets first 'flushed with rainbow colors' and then had 'pure white fur'. So in that case, the rainbow colors kinda shimmer within the whiteness? If that makes any sense? Oh, and I did apparently put in that the colors in their wings had faded. So maybe it's just in the wings. I don't know. This story writes itself, really, which is why it took so long the last time. The stupid story was hibernating. Yes, the story was hibernating. That is the kind of explanation I come up with. But I've A/N-ed long enough (that is not a verb but I just turned it into one) and I'll let you read the story now.


The Comets stared in horror at the monsters the Meteors had created. Some enemies had shrunk, become stealthier and silent. Others had grown, putting more force behind their attack. Either way, all of them would be quite deadly.

One of the Comets, Darron, underestimated a monster for its size, and was doomed to die in agony as soon as the first drop of poison entered his veins.
The ghosts Jasmine had seen floated invisible within the fight. Comets heard their cries, flocked to help, only to find themselves tricked and lead away from where they were needed most.

The Cometswere destined to lose, outsized, outnumbered. The Meteors were armed with hatred-sharpened swords that hissed as they slid through the air. Too many Comets died, that hiss the last sound they heard. And of course, they had their fangs as well, dripping with blood-red poison.

Even the planet itself was fighting. Tendrils of metal slid through earth, attempting to sever the roots of the Tree. The earth, in turn, hardened to rock, shielding the Tree's life. Try as it might, even the metal could not slice through their protection.

Above ground, things were not going so well. The meteors and their monsters were gaining ground. The Comets fell back, surrounding the Leaf, but the Meteors pressed forward. Ophelia sang as many songs of shielding as she could, but the Meteors had prepared for that. Metal creatures that were ears and mouth and nothing more caught her songs as they flew, absorbing their power for themselves.
Ophelia stopped singing.

Comet after Comet fell. All fought bravely, and at last even Felis was struck down, murdered by what was once her own kind.

Finally, a meteor hooked a fang into the Leaf.

The Leaf fluttered

broke

fell

withered as the Comets watched.

The moon's pale light shone down on them, now everlasting.

The Meteors howled in victory, and the few Comets left to bury their dead, exhausted and defeated.
Conis Metoris was like this for many years. Comets were forced into slavery for the Meteors. The plants withered and died with no sun. The Comets grew weaker as well, for they feasted on light, and the moon's pale beams could not satisfy their hunger.

Even the Meteors were slowly dying, though they did not know they were.

They realized one day, and took Ophelia's power of song to satisfy them.

But one day, it returned.

The meteors were far away, rebuilding their metal shell for more cruel experiments.

Ophelia knew the planet could not take their reign much longer, so she sang fire to the sun,

water to the rivers,

and turned

darkness

to

LIGHT.

The Meteors flew, snarling, towards Ophelia. But the Tree was growing new leaves, and Comets killed long ago, in the first battle, were rising back to life.

They crowded around Ophelia as she continued to sing, and the Meteors could not pass. For although they killed many, the Comets rose back to life before they even touched the ground.

In the midst of the fight, Ophelia lost her voice. The Meteors howled once more, first in victory, then in pain. Their fangs lost poison, their claws became sheathed, and their fur changed colors.

Now all of them looked like Felis, Ophelia sacrificing song to banish evil. The Meteors hearts lost their secrets, which flew on wings of their own, seen by all, heard by all, accepted by all. Without their dark powers, they simply…vanished, like wisps of black smoke. The Meteors hearts became the same glistening white of the Comets. The metal, once black as the night, lightened to a bright white-silver. Used so long for evil, now it was turned to do good, creating shelters for those growing old.

For they could grow old now, and die. And although to some it would have seemed a curse, to the Comets that had lived a thousand years and more it was a relief. They evaporated, rose, and became part of the planet.

All was well on Conis Metoris, the evil banished.

Or at least, that was what the Comets and Meteors thought.

In truth, Ophelia had the burden of it now, tucked inside her own heart. But there was too much good for it to ever overcome, and eventually it truly died.

Peace came to Conis Metoris, new species created from leaves on the Tree or simply appearing one day, perhaps from tunnels deep under the earth. All contributed something.

One created writing, pictures, words, expressing what happened today or yesterday or years past or even things that might happen or would never come to be (once, a creature came up with the idea of a planet where the earth didn't live and comets and meteors were lifeless things and trees were killed! for paper. Everyone shuddered and swore never to speak of this horrifying planet again). Felis, one of the last of the original Comets and Meteors, thought that the story of how Conis Metoris came to be and almost came to be destroyed should be written, and Khaline, a Meteor with icy beauty and the most beautiful handwriting of all of them, was elected to write their history.

Two copies were created, one to keep, another to send into space.

Somewhere along the way, it was transformed into tiny particles.

It transformed again—some of Ophelia's magic must have strayed into the paper they used for writing.

It wrapped itself and twisted and tore itself apart.

A young girl scribbled with her pencil, bored in study hall one day, doodling a mountain for another story she had written.

Hmm, that bit looks like a face, she thought. I'll make it one.

And out of nowhere, the phrase, "she sang fire to the sun" appeared, and she wrote it, and drew flames singing from the mountain-creature's mouth. Next came "and water to the rivers, and turned darkness to light." And she wrote that as well.

She drew the mountain-creature again. This time, it was smaller. A younger version, she decided. A creature, a magical creature, clothed in fire and water layered upon darkness, with hair made of light. Her breath became wind and her tears became earth.
The girl thought that was rather poetic, so she wrote it down.

She wondered who else would live with this odd creature (and what would it be named?).

She sketched a bat. No, the wings weren't right. Except they were, only…not. So she redrew them, and they were better. And somehow she knew that despite the dull colors of her pencil, they had icy-blue eyes and fur that was shimmering with rainbow colors. Only hidden.

And then she drew a head with a triangular neck, and gave it tiger ears and tiger eyes and striped it with orange and black (well, only black, since she had no orange). And she called it Felis. And she knew Felis was odd, but she didn't know why. And that little bat was a Comet, because it just…was. And then she wrote about it to her friend, who lived far away, and decided that the mountain-creature was named Ophelia.

She continued to work on it, sketching whatever came, writing the phrases that flew to her. In the end, it was two pages of notebook paper, one for a battle over a leaf (which seemed odd to her, but then again the creatures were rather strange) and another for how her planet came to be, which was, of course, important.

A name for the planet, she thought. It needs a name. So she went home, and she translated comets and meteors and metal and ash into Latin using her computer, because that, after all, was what her planet was made of. And she mixed them up and accidentally changed a letter or two and decided that Conis Metoris would be a very good name indeed for her planet.

She wondered where to put her story, so she went on a site she knew of because she had already posted a story on there and typed up the first chapter of her story about Conis Metoris. And she posted it, not really thinking, and then started writing the second chapter and then forgot all about it. Seven months later, she felt full of guilt and went back to the story and wrote on it some more. The Meteors, she realized, were preparing for war. Against the Tree (she knew now, of course, that the Tree was spelt with a capital T, of course it was, it was a Tree of Life, and who ever heard of a Tree of Life without a capital T? Or a capital L, for that matter), she knew. And against the Leaf (also a capital L, for Leaves of Life must have capital Ls), that was what the Meteors were waging war for.

And so she typed some more and wondered if she could use this later for her short story that would come up later in the year because if so, it would save her a whole lot of typing. And coming up with a new idea, for she was out of them.

Finally, she finished the second and went to work on the third and that was done much more quickly, like the story was eager to be finished. But she shook that off, because while she could somehow believe in her Conis Metoris and her Comets and her Meteors and her Ophelia and her Tree of Life, she still couldn't believe in a story writing itself (which was kind of silly, when she thought about it) but she couldn't believe it anyways and so she finished. And then, as an after thought, she added how the story started. And then, realizing that it would all become a recursive infinite mess unless she ended it with that she added that she added how the story started, she ended the story.


A/N: Yeah, that is how this got started. A picture of a mountain and the phrase "she sang fire to the sun". Except, I flatter myself with drawing skills that DON'T EXIST AT ALL in real life.

So, this is the end of Conis Metoris. No sequels, sadly, for Conis Metoris has apparently turned into a utopia.

Anyways, that's all for now! I'm working on a couple of other stories I'd like to post on here as well, but they're slow going.

"But when your hair starts imitating Medusa and says it can predict the future, well, that's when things start getting crazy.

And by things, I mean me."

That would be a nice little sentence from Strike's Side, coming soon to a FictionPress account near you!

See ya then!

~moonmist18~