10-10-2017, 10:41 PM
the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.
It’s still hard to think of this place as Beqanna.
The Beast had explained it to her, had given her proof, and yet …
Where are the broad, peaceful plains of Heaven’s Gates? Where is the scorching, rolling sand of the Dewdrop Deserts? Where is the thundering waterfall of the Dazzling Waterfall? Where is the frozen wasteland of the Hidden Tundra? And where … where is the vibrant, humid jungle of the Amazons?
All of those things had made Beqanna home. What is this place to her then if none of that is left?
She roams aimlessly, following unfamiliar after unfamiliar path. On rare occasion she sees a face that she recognizes, but immediately turns away. The Beast … had explained everything to her. That it had been years … years since the Reckoning. That she’d therefore spent years under the sea.
How would she explain it? That she’d been thrown into the sea and had, though inadvertently, abandoned her kingdom in its greatest hour of need. In the time of its destruction.
And even if she could explain it, could justify it, would they recognize the creature that she’d become?
In her heyday she’d been a force to be reckoned with. Not the Amazon’s strongest warrior by far, but still impressive, and just about as dedicated as they’d come. Now …
She’s a wasted shadow of her former self. Eight years under the sea have turned her into a weak, sickly thing. Barely worth a passing glance. A far cry from the powerful warrior she’d been in her prime.
And so she walks, not really knowing where she’s going, not knowing even where she can go. Her world, the world she grew up in, the world she fought for, is lost, and this version of Beqanna is just so foreign, so new.
The Beast had explained it to her, had given her proof, and yet …
Where are the broad, peaceful plains of Heaven’s Gates? Where is the scorching, rolling sand of the Dewdrop Deserts? Where is the thundering waterfall of the Dazzling Waterfall? Where is the frozen wasteland of the Hidden Tundra? And where … where is the vibrant, humid jungle of the Amazons?
All of those things had made Beqanna home. What is this place to her then if none of that is left?
She roams aimlessly, following unfamiliar after unfamiliar path. On rare occasion she sees a face that she recognizes, but immediately turns away. The Beast … had explained everything to her. That it had been years … years since the Reckoning. That she’d therefore spent years under the sea.
How would she explain it? That she’d been thrown into the sea and had, though inadvertently, abandoned her kingdom in its greatest hour of need. In the time of its destruction.
And even if she could explain it, could justify it, would they recognize the creature that she’d become?
In her heyday she’d been a force to be reckoned with. Not the Amazon’s strongest warrior by far, but still impressive, and just about as dedicated as they’d come. Now …
She’s a wasted shadow of her former self. Eight years under the sea have turned her into a weak, sickly thing. Barely worth a passing glance. A far cry from the powerful warrior she’d been in her prime.
And so she walks, not really knowing where she’s going, not knowing even where she can go. Her world, the world she grew up in, the world she fought for, is lost, and this version of Beqanna is just so foreign, so new.
lexa
What is this even. Blah. Anyway, full disclosure, I am going to very VERY slow at replying for a while.