Age of Bliss
Sep. 17th, 2008 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l_the_fangirl...okay. Screw you for putting this horrible, wonderful gameseed into my brain, Vitenka. Screw you very much. :D
"Do not believe what your dreams tell you. They are a lie, a weapon wielded by the Rakasha to deaden your senses and morph you into a creature of the Wyld. They would have you believe adulthood to be bliss, an unending dream, devoid of responsibility, and of any needs but for another cup of nectar and to lay your grasping hand upon the impossible curvature of your alien masters.
Right now, the moment I have begun telling you this tale, the Unconquered Sun has seen fit to open our eyes and see the horrors of the Fair Ones for what they are. Look around you at the elderless hamlets, with no one who knows the basic wisdom of how to work the fields or bake the bread they need. Look at the children starving in the midst of abundance and the excesses of the Fair Folk. When the Wyld spread this far, no Realm could stop it - the Scarlet Empress fell to forever slumber on her throne, the Deliberative on their council seats: with the barest smile on thier changeless faces, gone from Creation.
It was the first blow of a terrible war. But now, look around you, children of the Sun. Look at that bed, that relic of the First Age. See the moonsilver and the oryhalcon, gracefully curving into the frame of a bed, melding the powers of the sunlit and the moonlit realms. Observe the shimmering gossamer of the sheets and mattress, lending it power and you lucidity in the Wyld places. See the still-beating heart of a Rakasha where the hearthstone should be - and see the weapon we will wield, kept fast to this world as a ship is anchored to it's moorings, by a declaration of love writ in the heavens by the able hand of Swan. This is the weapon with which we shall break the Fair One's hold on the Realm.
This is how." - Panther, Zenith Caste, 15 years old
Either Swan is Ariana's Anchor or vice versa. MUST RUN DAMMIT.
"Do not believe what your dreams tell you. They are a lie, a weapon wielded by the Rakasha to deaden your senses and morph you into a creature of the Wyld. They would have you believe adulthood to be bliss, an unending dream, devoid of responsibility, and of any needs but for another cup of nectar and to lay your grasping hand upon the impossible curvature of your alien masters.
Right now, the moment I have begun telling you this tale, the Unconquered Sun has seen fit to open our eyes and see the horrors of the Fair Ones for what they are. Look around you at the elderless hamlets, with no one who knows the basic wisdom of how to work the fields or bake the bread they need. Look at the children starving in the midst of abundance and the excesses of the Fair Folk. When the Wyld spread this far, no Realm could stop it - the Scarlet Empress fell to forever slumber on her throne, the Deliberative on their council seats: with the barest smile on thier changeless faces, gone from Creation.
It was the first blow of a terrible war. But now, look around you, children of the Sun. Look at that bed, that relic of the First Age. See the moonsilver and the oryhalcon, gracefully curving into the frame of a bed, melding the powers of the sunlit and the moonlit realms. Observe the shimmering gossamer of the sheets and mattress, lending it power and you lucidity in the Wyld places. See the still-beating heart of a Rakasha where the hearthstone should be - and see the weapon we will wield, kept fast to this world as a ship is anchored to it's moorings, by a declaration of love writ in the heavens by the able hand of Swan. This is the weapon with which we shall break the Fair One's hold on the Realm.
This is how." - Panther, Zenith Caste, 15 years old
Either Swan is Ariana's Anchor or vice versa. MUST RUN DAMMIT.
