Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
But even those thoughts haunted her. Quickly. Bloodlessly. She’d lived amongst destruction time and time again. She’d watched a false god break apart her world. She’d witnessed her mother, and countless others, sacrifice themselves. And gods, she didn’t want to do this again. “Right,” the youth muttered and swallowed. Her brows furrowed, delicately intertwining her fingers back and forth again. “Were you around for the last one?” Uncertain of the age and parameters along the Fae, of the layers between bubbles, corridors, and locked away Voices set free.
If there was something hidden in there, that they were avoiding or forgetting. Or if this was just another layer, where they could naught at all.
If there was something hidden in there, that they were avoiding or forgetting. Or if this was just another layer, where they could naught at all.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
