MABEL
Fiat Lux had been one of those traditions they’d all looked forward to as children. Games, amusements, the togetherness of the world, a way to unite in singsong, in revitalizing from wounds and traumas gathered along LongNight. For a while, it had been just that – simplistic in its flower crown endeavors, a necessity in their Old God mind-oriented parents, and they’d adhered, their nestled clan of farm children rampaging across the venues.
But then last year struck.
It was difficult to erase the pandemonium, the chaos, the strife, the death from her mind. She could see it clearly now, standing stock still for a moment as the world burst into tempestuous edges, as beings scattered one after the other, as blood shown stark across places that had only inspired merriment seconds before. The twins had gathered their younger siblings quickly, and ran home.
Now all of that was gone too.
And they’d Ascended.
So she stood along the threshold of the Greatwood, feet bare, and apprehension daunting. She didn’t trust the Fae and their promises.
But she didn’t want to look afraid, hesitant, fearful of potential ruin, standing there in her flower crown.
But then last year struck.
It was difficult to erase the pandemonium, the chaos, the strife, the death from her mind. She could see it clearly now, standing stock still for a moment as the world burst into tempestuous edges, as beings scattered one after the other, as blood shown stark across places that had only inspired merriment seconds before. The twins had gathered their younger siblings quickly, and ran home.
Now all of that was gone too.
And they’d Ascended.
So she stood along the threshold of the Greatwood, feet bare, and apprehension daunting. She didn’t trust the Fae and their promises.
But she didn’t want to look afraid, hesitant, fearful of potential ruin, standing there in her flower crown.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
