have you seen that girl?

This world was a wild place filled with magic wielding civilians and diseases that ate away at the flesh and mind. When the girl had watched Kahlua rot away, she felt as though she should have turned back at that time, when her fear was greatest. Yet for some reason she stayed, she followed her herd to the tunnels, where she found that walls could stretch and squeeze before her eyes, to smash her to pieces while she watches through the eyes of the Gods. Still underground, she was opening her mouth, the glass upon her surface rippling, appearing similar to convulsions. In a corner with no one but her little, squeaky bird, she seems to be a pathetic sight to look at.

This was how she was for quite a while, alone, afraid, left to cradle herself in and out of a state of panic and shock. Her Lior squealed desperately for her when she slumbered, flapping feathered wings, needy as a newborn childe. For months she curled up there, ignored by all who walked past, because who was to care for something whose cold heart could be seen by all, whose mind does not exist within her body, but within her soul? They treat her this way because of how she walks, how she talks, the fact that she does not need to eat, the fact that she is different.

Somehow she found the light, even with all the darkness that followed in her steps. She found that the skies had been cleared by the powerful deities that ruled the land, the sun breezing away all the darkness that had lurked above them. She took a hesitant step towards the light, watching her bodice catch it and glimmer, streaks of light befalling the shadows of the cave, dancing upon the cold stone walls.

Glancing back, she takes her first few steps into the open, finding herself enjoying the crisp sunlight that fell upon her, surrounded by tall grasses and deep red light. Her heart was warmed by the heat that flowed through her glass bodice, ears wavering as though it was they that heard the sounds, not the soul that was tethered to the glass structure. Turning away from the heat, she leaves it behind and travels the land aimlessly, unknowing of where she was or where she was going.

Finding others walking down paths, she perks her auds, curious by why they walked upon these paths, and why something whispered to her, demanded of her to choose one, so she does. To the sky, to the heavens, that is the path she chooses. She takes the path that does not wind around the moutain's feet, but the one that leads to the crown, to the Gods, to her family. On her back the feathered yet still fuzzy bonded squeals, staring at the others with wide, silver moons. Where this path may take her, she does not know, just hoping that maybe at the end she will finally find something she desires.

A paradise.

[wishlist│Earth x Dark :: Can take the spilled blood of another and create a deep red glass, which can be hardened and used as a weapon or a crafting material.]