09-03-2016, 04:09 PM
Everything was gone.
It was no longer the sandy dunes, her home, that the magic, the gods perhaps, had takena way from her too—from all of them. She had found herself on the very mountaintop early the next morning. It was strange because she had just been in the meadow, and now she finds herself with others—feeling confused and chaotic. No one had understood why all of them had woken up here (a place that did not exist until now).
She knew.
Their greed and hunger for earthly pleasures in this life had destroyed the world all of them had known. The magic took away their homes, their powers, and everything that made them feel so godlike. Lucrezia did not like this one bit – but she knew, even including herself, that everyone needed this. They needed this new start—this blessing of a second chance for commending themselves.
Hope—in this very madness—seemed so lost. Would they remember this blessing? She knows they might just stumble for a while until they found their balance, until they find some sort of direction to turn to. Lucrezia knew even this lesson given to them would not stop them. Some of them would never change—she hopes they would perish, all of them burning in hell.
Lucrezia fears for them (for him most of all). She watches as he greedily takes what he think is his by right. The magic gives him what he wants—a gift she believes was bestowed upon him before the chaos. He was given such a gift again in this new life, this new beginning. She is jealous of the wings he is given here. It did not make sense why she had to suffer through this and he did not.
She wants her wings back.
She wants her home back.
She wants it all back.
She huffs, taking in a sort breath. The air is thin here and she knows she cannot stay much longer. Lucrezia must leave before she withers away here—she would never let herself die simply that way. Her steps are taken forward, lightly, but not out of fear. She is made of a small Arabian build but it has never stopped herself from speaking out. Lucrezia is strong with her words often and does not fear easily when she is feeling over emotional (which happens to be just now).
“Why did you come back?” She asks with a firm voice. It wasn't exactly what she was expected to say first. However, Lucrezia has always been curious of others, their true intent, even if she despised them secretly. After all, she was here to learn from whatever this new life was to give her.
It was no longer the sandy dunes, her home, that the magic, the gods perhaps, had takena way from her too—from all of them. She had found herself on the very mountaintop early the next morning. It was strange because she had just been in the meadow, and now she finds herself with others—feeling confused and chaotic. No one had understood why all of them had woken up here (a place that did not exist until now).
She knew.
Their greed and hunger for earthly pleasures in this life had destroyed the world all of them had known. The magic took away their homes, their powers, and everything that made them feel so godlike. Lucrezia did not like this one bit – but she knew, even including herself, that everyone needed this. They needed this new start—this blessing of a second chance for commending themselves.
Hope—in this very madness—seemed so lost. Would they remember this blessing? She knows they might just stumble for a while until they found their balance, until they find some sort of direction to turn to. Lucrezia knew even this lesson given to them would not stop them. Some of them would never change—she hopes they would perish, all of them burning in hell.
Lucrezia fears for them (for him most of all). She watches as he greedily takes what he think is his by right. The magic gives him what he wants—a gift she believes was bestowed upon him before the chaos. He was given such a gift again in this new life, this new beginning. She is jealous of the wings he is given here. It did not make sense why she had to suffer through this and he did not.
She wants her wings back.
She wants her home back.
She wants it all back.
She huffs, taking in a sort breath. The air is thin here and she knows she cannot stay much longer. Lucrezia must leave before she withers away here—she would never let herself die simply that way. Her steps are taken forward, lightly, but not out of fear. She is made of a small Arabian build but it has never stopped herself from speaking out. Lucrezia is strong with her words often and does not fear easily when she is feeling over emotional (which happens to be just now).
“Why did you come back?” She asks with a firm voice. It wasn't exactly what she was expected to say first. However, Lucrezia has always been curious of others, their true intent, even if she despised them secretly. After all, she was here to learn from whatever this new life was to give her.
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