The world is wide from where you stand
So get out, get out while you still can
It was quite sad really, amidst the clamour and the magic, to see a young child crippled as such. She was as white as snow and pretty, like a fluffy cloud in the blue sky, but clouds weren’t meant for war and neither were children. Dacianna sent her silent prayers to the unknown filly and hoped she had parents somewhere, or at least someone to protect her from the clutches of violence so she didn’t suffer again.
The cries fall and the scrimmage on the archipelago ends.
Dacianna watches as the bits and pieces are given out seemingly at random before the Earth God declares peace and ushers them to return home. Home? Where was that now the darkness had gone? Home had been the plentiful mountains until she had come to despise it, home had been the diseased rift until this elderly dear had pulled her from it and now? Now what? Was this place, Helovia, to be her home? A new kind of lonely pain crept into her heart to accompany the niggling burns on her back. These warriors who had battled so ruthlessly had places to return to and she did not. Her heart yearned for the gentle touch of familiarity, the ease of a comforting routine and the calming knowledge that there was something or someone to go back to. Yet, she had nothing but herself and this strange new land.
Finally, she turns away from the scene and slowly makes tracks for somewhere a little more warming than the aftermath of a battle.
Conclusion for SWP, post continues here! Feel free to drop by. :3
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Don't let the curtain catch you, cause you've been here before,
The chair is an island darling, you can't touch the floor
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SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Conclusion)
