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blooming elegance

Postby zakuro. » Thu May 30, 2019 3:10 pm

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PROLOGUE

Postby zakuro. » Sat Jun 29, 2019 8:57 am

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    Deep in the forest, past the village and through the haunting mist, lies a bog where nature has an iron grip. mysterious and deadly creatures roam the environment and vines snake across the ground, blocking the path and warding off unwanted visitors.

    However, a particularly mysterious and dangerous soul lies within the swamp. created and nourished by a vengeful and ruthless warlock whose only goal was to wreak havoc, is a large bulbous cocoon tucked in a burrow underneath the damp mud. A powerful being is nestled here-- waiting to sprout from the earth and hatch in a blinding flourish.

    Alas, her purpose was one of ill-will. she was fathomed into existence with malicious intentions, and in the name of hate and destruction. the warlock's creation was supposed to overgrow the swamp, and infect the nearby village with dangerous plants that sapped the water from their crops and even ate whole villagers alive. he wanted to throw off the balance of nature to avenge his past life. his normal, plain, putrid life in the putrid village who threatened to burn him at the stake if he were not exiled.


    Everyone knows revenge is a fool's game.
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I. birth

Postby zakuro. » Sat Jun 29, 2019 8:58 am

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          it was just as miraculous
          as he thought it would be

          the rush of light
          sunk its claws deep
          into his soul
          his being
          and left him utterly
          shell-shocked

          his creation had hatched
          he fell to his knees before it
          her, the goddess of new blood
          the goddess of old blood
          the goddess of vengance
          but simultaneously
          the goddess of beauty
          the goddess of grace
          the goddess of elegance

          it was nearly too much
          for him to comprehend
          to fathom

          naked
          bathed in innocence
          and a golden light
          petals of the coccoon
          torn to reveal her gift
          her gift of new life
          gift of old life
          gift of creation
          but simultaneously
          her gift of destruction
          gift of death
          gift of desecration

          a battle angel
          a petal of a peony
          so strong
          yet so delicate
          so capable
          yet so reliant
          so intelligent
          yet so blissfully ignorant

          the phenomenon
          illuminated the world
          but only for a moment--
          for just as quickly as it came
          it was gone
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II. destruction

Postby zakuro. » Sat Jun 29, 2019 8:58 am

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          he whispered poison
          into her ear
          into her soul
          corrupted her mind
          made her think
          that the world was bad
          vengeful

          'do it for me
          do it for us
          show them how
          powerful we are'


          he told her
          that her life would be
          loveless
          fruitless
          hopeless
          he told her
          she would be outcasted
          alienated
          discarded
          just like him

          the words full of pain
          her fists full of pain
          rooted themselves in despair
          and she spawned destruction
          a mistress of death
          of suffering
          who halted for none
          who spared none

          'yes my child
          show them
          show them
          i'll show them all'


          she knew no better
          than to obey blindly
          he's her father
          her creator
          the only person who
          could possibly love her
          or understand her
          what he says must be true
          right?

          he
          would
          never
          lie

          right?
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III. discovery

Postby zakuro. » Sat Jun 29, 2019 8:58 am

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          at dawn
          when the world is
          just barely awake
          rubbing the crust
          out of its eyes
          when the moon retires
          until twilight falls again
          when the dew drops
          are still round and fresh
          placid on the leaves

          he was still asleep
          but she could not rest
          no
          she could not rest
          an unknown force
          was beckoning her
          from the bog
          away from the dreary
          darkness and shadows
          through the tangled vines
          past her carnivorous plants
          over the bodies of the dead
          littered about

          it was calling her
          coaxing her
          a part of her knew
          that perhaps it was wrong,
          wrong to leave that
          mentally deranged
          sociopathic
          schizophrenic
          paranoid
          lunatuic,
          as he was her creator
          her father

          but the light inside her
          was growing
          shining into her brain
          ripping away
          the vines
          and thornbushes
          that guarded her
          heart and mind
          the corrupted thoughts
          the destructive mannerism
          the evil intent
          began to dissipate
          with each stroke
          of the soft
          welcoming
          warm
          forgiving
          hand
          of
          her
          mother

          nature.
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IV. enlightenment

Postby zakuro. » Sat Jun 29, 2019 8:59 am

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          she marched towards him
          rage flaring in her eyes
          fury coursing through her veins
          he lied
          he lied
          he lied

          she trusted him
          he manipulated her
          life was beautiful
          the world was beautiful
          there was so much beauty
          she sobbed melancholy
          over realizing what she had done
          no-- what he made her do
          he lied
          he lied
          he lied

          he was too pitiful
          to have mercy shown to him
          she produced a vine
          and strangled him
          the venomous strength
          with its death grip
          around his windpipe
          asphyxiating him
          he scrabbled at his throat
          desperately trying to escape

          when she suddenly
          felt a sensation
          a hand
          an olive branch
          an extension of love
          a chance to be better
          to re-write
          to not live in vain

          she softened
          he fell to the ground
          gasping for oxygen
          she fell to the ground
          succumbing to the warmth
          now enveloping her

          a single tear fell
          rolled down her cheek
          and dropped to the soil
          where it glowed a curious light
          and disappeared in flakes of gold

          light spread around her
          around the forest
          killing the evil
          the unholy
          and resurrecting the dead
          re birthing them

          he scrambled away
          and ran like the coward he is
          and she lay down
          falling into a plush patch of clover
          admiring the beauty of the world
          free of hate
          of malice
          at least now
          she could be at peace
          even if it was only temporary
          for right then
          in that moment
          that
          was
          enough.
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EPILOGUE

Postby zakuro. » Sat Jun 29, 2019 9:00 am

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    after restoring life to the forest, adonia familiarized herself with the flora and fauna. she became increasingly intrigued with it and devoted herself to protecting it at all costs.

    seeing this and her tragic story, she was deemed a goddess and was worshiped by the indigenous people of the forest and became known as the "lady of life". she doesn't like the attention much, however, and prefers to hide from those who seek her rather than providing her blessing. in attempt to wash her hands of the goddess status, she tried to run away from the forest but she was unable to leave.

    as she aged, adonia began to embrace her status, and come to terms with it. once she was able to make peace with herself, she was able to leave the forest. but in the end, she always comes back to it.

    escaevia, the estranged youngest caulder brother, was long gone after adonia's revolt. he ran off to an unknown land. perhaps it was for the best. his own creation did nearly kill him. but, despite his failure, he is planning.. planning.. planning...
A man who desires revenge should dig two graves.
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Postby zakuro. » Sat Jun 29, 2019 5:23 pm

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