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07-12-2017, 10:18 PM
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Zahra
Days bled into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years…
The God of the Earth spared his glorious kingdom (which the Gallant had nurtured and loved), from the wrath of ignorant dictators and thus the evergreen jungles and foaming, white waterfalls born from her father’s bones, became home.
Zahra, plagued by the memories of her mother’s brief life, became prisoner together with her sisters, to her own empathy – grief and understanding – finding peace in solitude and friendship in the murmur of Helovia’s remote wilderness (depths into which others seldom delved).
However, the ravenous return of Kaos was brazen and without mercy; darkness leaked through the wilds, draining life from lands that once blossomed with culture, nature, and like countless others, the hermit-mare was driven from the refuge of her chosen isolation.
With them - like sheep, herded towards the eastern coast – the golden-child came upon a sea of chaos, the cataclysm of the world; or so it seemed. The infamous rift god, who many before her had fought in other forms, stood upon the pinnacle of strength and power, a magical throne beside which loomed a glittering void. Stark, brilliant light shed from its presence, drawing them nearer (if not by enigmatic beauty alone), and Zahra was scarcely able to resist.
So cowardly had she become through her time spent alone, that she hid while others fought in vain; while deities bled and their foe reigned supreme.
When at last the climax hit, the end, the last hurrah, the daughter of the Starry-Eyed and the Gallant (her ever-faithful sisters), was swept away easily - from all that was familiar, loathed and painful – through the rabbit hole, presumably into the palm of oblivion…
What a waste. |
Please only tag Zahra in openers and spars
