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Obscuciria
Ciria
19
Unknown
The City of Adonis
U S E R N A M E
F U L L N A M E
N A M E
A G E
B I R T H D A T E
B I R T H P L A C E
What is a home?
Someone once said in a fairytale; the place you can return to.
Somewhere you know someone's waiting for you.
Then was this ever my home?
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There's no need to
respect someone
when they don't respect
the way you are❖Everyone has their own
"fate"
to follow,
why should I care about others
when I have my own?
I'm perfection.
What else could you call me
but a perfect being?❖Rules exist for us to break❖No spider shares their prey
So why should I?
What's with reasoning
when nothing make sense?
Why bother listening
when you should just go out
and do what you will?❖This side of life, fear
I give to you
Afterall, what is life without fear?
These markings on me.
Are they a sign of royalty?❖Or are they the graffiti
of those who rebel?
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Adonis is my homeland. Or at least, it was where I spent my childhood.
On some cold nights where storytellers gathered, you would hear the story of Adonis, the city which once flourished and prospered like all those other great kingdoms. They say a thousand merchants would travel far across the great plains and over the magnificent mountains to get to Adonis each day. Even if they did not sell, the sight of the spiraled structure was said to be enough to bring tears to one’s eyes. Most of us believed it to be legend
The city has long closed its gates. Pile after pile of rubble sealing the entrance shut, never to open again. The Forest Wyvern guarding the entrance is said to be in an everlasting sleep, never to allow another soul in, or another one out.
I saw it once, the forest wyvern, coiled up in its small den embedded in the gate. It seemed no different than a guarding golem, doomed to forever stare out into emptiness and barren land which now surrounded the once green plains.
Many would call me lucky; in these times of suffering, I was born into a high class family. Our house- no, mansion was one of the largest, and walled off from the world outside. I lived in the west wing, with a large bed to sleep on and uncountable dolls to sleep with. There is a balcony which overlooked part of the road outside, and there is a bell tower, but it no longer rang. Even then, no birds came to perch on my windowsill. From my balcony I could see a small bakery, but it was closed a long time ago. I saw the dirt road, once covered in silver, but all the metal had been stolen. I saw party banners, they were no longer used. It eventually fell onto the floor sometime in my teenage years, and it simply to merged as part of the dirt floor.It rained here, often, but even then it did not feel cooler, or even wet.
The rain never washed away the emptiness, it only brought in loneliness.
The sun would shine on strange days, but it never felt hot.
I don't think I ever saw the light, even when there was no cloud.
To me, the city was a shade of dull grey. Nothing would change no matter the season. Everyone was still sad, still tired. If am considered fortunate...why do I cry? As if I am butterfly, trapped in my father’s web.
Yes, let me repeat. I am trapped in here, under my father’s influence. He held a high position in the city, he wanted me to wear the facade which is loved by everyone, to change into something out of my sense of perfection. I hated it.
I hated the upright posture that must never bow.
The respect you had to fake to those whom it did not suit.
That you had to speak so posh, sweet and so over dramatic in the use of vocabulary.
And alone. I was all alone in the large mansion. No one’s here anymore.
So one day, I wanted to be a spider as well. I want to make my own web. I want to walk my own life. I need to break free.
I ran away when I was 14, down the dirt road into the market below. Stalls set up, the streets lively with beans. But not with lively ones.
The street games out there were festered with bribery and occasional fighting. Stealing was no big deal, afterall, the entire road which was paved with silver had already been melted down to dust, the metal sold off illegally.
There is no enforcement of rules here in the lower district. No authority brave enough to come in and settle things down once and for all.
No.
Everyone enjoyed it this way. After all, was there any other way for them to live?
But all these mundane actions and rudeness which disgusted my father intrigued me. It pulled me closer, until I became one of them and broke all the rules existed.What use are rules but a list of things to do?
It didn't matter anyway did it? Even if I became the authority figure my father dreamt of, nothing would change.
So why should I bother?
Then that curse which fell on all of us also fell on me.
I grew bored.
I demanded something more in life, something more reckless and that was when I heard the challenge. The challenge to break that rule no one succeeded.Get out of the city
No city had one exit. I found another path in the sewers. Searching at home for documents about it was not difficult, especially now that my father had all but lost his hope in me. No one paid attention to me anymore and I used this to my advantage.
I didn’t care about who went with me, but I remember there were few. Others were too afraid. But unlike them who only cowered behind fake acts of toughness, I succeeded.
And for the first time in seventeen years, I saw my homeland.
The black city gates loomed up high before me, and the forest wyvern was looking out as usual. Then I realized that he was not sleeping. His eyes had grown dry. Lifeless.
The ground was hard sand, and to the sides the wide mountain range which formed the valley between which the city was situated. However, I started to feel. I started to see birds flying, flapping their strong wings against the wind. I felt the breeze, cooling me in this desert realm, and I saw the light from the sun, today so strong.
I wondered why I have never seen it before.
Walking along the empty valley for a few kilometres, the dirt ground gave way to grass. Inch by inch the grass grew more and more, until I reached the great plains. I had left the valley.
Green. The grass was green. The sky was blue. The flowers so colorful in their array of life.
It was not hard from here onwards to find the next city, and that was where I headed to.
This is Adonis, with its the cursed land and the blessed field.
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Special thanks to Peace&Colby for concept art.
Please note that “The homeland I hope to never return” is link to a special video.
All full sized images can be found by clicking on them