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    A Teaser of What's to Come

    Hey all! I've been busy working on... 4 I think it is now? Four different projects right now. Most of them are related to my huge 'Elrios Project' and I needed to post something. So here is a piece of what I am working on. If you need context on this, read the following stories I've made:

    Alstroemeria
    A Bright Bond
    Nightfall

    Also, listen to the clip I am providing as you read. Adds to the experience I'd say. Enjoy!



    I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Edith said the spirits here could… make this hunk of Dark El remember my words. But since when do the spirits ever listen to me…? They’ve never listened to me. They never listened to me on the other side; why would they here? I don’t have Rena’s…

    Rena…

    Even after all this time I still think of her. That frie-

    Can I even still call her that? After all that’s happened? After all those years of standing in her shadow, being a mere shade in front of everyone else. And all because she was just lucky! Lucky to be born with the gift to speak to the
    eolin-i! What if it was me!? What if it just wasn’t her!?

    Our people al- No, what were my people… Always said that jealousy, anger, hatred, violence… All such feelings were to be shunned. That to be hateful, angry, jealous… Was to reject the very bond we had with the El. Those that were taken by these emotions were to fall into the darkness and be taken away. And yet despite that, I couldn’t help what I felt when I looked at her…

    How could I
    not be jealous? How could I not feel small next to her? How could anyone!? And I… for the longest time… Thought I… I…

    Hated her for it…

    But then I realized something. I didn’t hate Rena. It made no sense. It’s not like she rubbed it in my face, fed that feeling of inadequacy. No, I didn’t hate Rena. I couldn’t. But I did hate. Oh, how I hated…

    Myself. I hated myself for feeling envious of Rena. For… rejecting that bond with the El. I despised myself for being the thing they dreaded. And I locked it away, that shame. Locked it behind a smile, blood, and sweat. I held onto a fleeting hope that maybe - just maybe - I could be something in the eyes of everyone. But it was never enough. I remember stifling the urge to scream into my pillow every night because I was afraid they’d all know.

    And all it did was lead the
    suchwiin to me. I knew the moment I saw it. I knew it had come for me. To take me away. Take me away to a place I belonged. A dark place.

    I don’t know how long it’s been since I was taken. I know it has been long enough for my body to acclimate to this world. This… dark world. Varnimyer they call it. Well, better than The Dark Continent.

    The process of adapting to this place was… painful. I was once a denizen of Elrios, a place of light. Varnimyer is a place of darkness. The world itself hates the light of the El. I can remember bundling up at all times because the light of the dark sun burned my skin. Elria forbid I looked at it. Those that did before adapting were lucky to not be blinded permanently. I remember how the air felt like swallowing foxtails and the water tasting like blood. But over time, I adapted. I was one of the lucky ones. Most who are brought here from Elrios die before their skin even begins to darken.

    But I survived. I adapted. And with the pain gone, I am now free to see this world with open eyes. I can go on an adventure. But when I look to the dark plains and the Crowned Mountain, I cannot move a step. In Elrios, everyone was always willing to help. Here, everyone is looking for their next victim. Every gaze is filled with fear or hunger. Edith is a rare case, she actually reminds me of Branwen-nim. But she can’t protect me. Or anyone else. And after all this time adapting and surviving, I look out from these dying trees and realize…

    I’m scared…

    I want to go home…

    I… I-I don’t want to be here…

    I want to see my family again…

    I want to… to…

    See my friend again…

    I… I want to see... Rena again…

    Talk to her. Tell her everything. My envy. My hate. My fear.

    Because I know she will understand. She always did. And she always will…

    Please…

    I want to see you again…

    Rena...

    I like this subplot. Sue me. Thanks for your time!
    Last edited by GirgeFE-solace-; 06-10-2019, 01:14 AM.
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