Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2020-08-01 07:10 pm
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Amaranth: A Dream

Once, there was a maiden...

...whose battles called her far from home.
She slew the thing she feared most, and conquered the land that feared her.
As she fought, far away, she knew her children needed guidance.
She knew they faced tyrants.
She knew they faced fear.
In her homeland, things were broken.
So, she held up her hand before the sun, and cast a shadow on the world, and drowned the troubles of her home in darkness.

"Survival's a long reach," she said.

THIRD CHANGE

[personal profile] fallingflowers 2020-08-10 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
There is another terrible wail, like stones scraping together—or someone crying.

In the east, the rice fields are nothing but ash. The earth has cracked, and perhaps, there too, there is something that glows blood red, hidden in the ground.
maidenheaven: (they so cold?)

Re: THIRD CHANGE

[personal profile] maidenheaven 2020-08-22 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ looking to everything, before standing himself up properly, and offering a hand to amaranth ]

. . . I think we should go, Mother.

Re: THIRD CHANGE

[personal profile] fallingflowers 2020-08-22 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is no one here with you but the low sound of the wind as it chases up eddies of ash. What kind of person could have hoped to make a life here?

...In the distance, towards the meadow where you began, you can still make out the sound of the river, and the dark outline of a figure at the shore. ]

Re: THIRD CHANGE

[personal profile] maidenheaven 2020-08-22 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh.

bye mom. ]