Post by Gaara on Oct 7, 2015 16:31:44 GMT -5
author's note: i don't know if i'll continue this or not, but suggestions and such are welcome. mention of war and violence is present! also, i don't have a great title for this yet, either... whoops. when i figure one out, i'll change the thread name to that.
chapter i. broken promises.
"--M'lady, you mustn't do that!"
"My people need me, Commander. I won't abandon them."
Those were the last words ever spoken by those two individuals, the Empress and Commander falling in the horrors of battle. Everyone nowadays wanted to rule the world, it seemed, and the newborns weren't spared from seeing fire after fire, death after death, siege after siege.
Bloodied and battered soldiers, broken nobles, upset children. Times became dire.
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. All the empress's child could do was stay in her room with her only reliable friend; they'd heard second to none about their parents since the battle even started.
But the girl's mother had promised to come back, and that's what kept her so calm despite the tears she shed for her nation. Tears for the lost, for the fighting and losing and even the winning. She was told over and over that she had the purest heart of them all, for no one else had shed a single tear of sympathy since the first battle cry in the night - and oh, it showed! It showed by how soft her voice was to how white the small wings that came out of her back were in color.
So surely... Being of such purity, her mother wouldn't lie to her. It didn't matter what the Commander's son said to her, she wouldn't budge on this. No matter how much he told her that her mother was probably dead by now due to lack of training, the fire in her eyes that said "I'll wait." never wavered.
But the boy knew something the girl could've never dreamed of. Yes, he'd been told, and he hadn't shed a tear because he knew that warriors didn't cry in this world; society would laugh at him. Yes, he knew! He knew and he tried to tell the girl over and over, that things wouldn't get better, that their parents were dead and he only remained strong because his wings were of the purest black that showed his bloodline's strength in battle and strong resolve! He couldn't cry now, and he wouldn't.
So he let it go. He let it go for himself so that he could silently promise to train, to become stronger and protect the girl that he knew was the new Empress as well as the whole nation and end this battle for the crown.
Days upon months passed of the two children stuck in that room under heavy guard. The Empress would ask to leave, for the window to at least be opened and let in the light she so desperately craved to see just so she could gauge just how serious this war had become. But the guards told her no, and she'd turn to the boy clad with black wings and a newly emptied stare and ask him to convince them. He'd tell her no, and when she asked why he told her it was for her safety. But it wasn't. It never was anymore; it was so that she couldn't see the horrors the boy had, red covering the battlefield and smoke making it hard to breathe whenever stepping foot outside. So that he wouldn't have to see it again.
The guards knew this, too. The boy used to always do as the little girl told him - they'd called him a ladies man, but he only did it because he knew it was the nice thing to do even if he knew that time after time he'd be told "No.", just like the girl in white.
So for now, things would have to stay this way. The boy would have to continue loathing the fighting silently, and the girl would have to stay ignorant because, in this world, that was considered safe.
chapter i. broken promises.
"--M'lady, you mustn't do that!"
"My people need me, Commander. I won't abandon them."
Those were the last words ever spoken by those two individuals, the Empress and Commander falling in the horrors of battle. Everyone nowadays wanted to rule the world, it seemed, and the newborns weren't spared from seeing fire after fire, death after death, siege after siege.
Bloodied and battered soldiers, broken nobles, upset children. Times became dire.
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. All the empress's child could do was stay in her room with her only reliable friend; they'd heard second to none about their parents since the battle even started.
But the girl's mother had promised to come back, and that's what kept her so calm despite the tears she shed for her nation. Tears for the lost, for the fighting and losing and even the winning. She was told over and over that she had the purest heart of them all, for no one else had shed a single tear of sympathy since the first battle cry in the night - and oh, it showed! It showed by how soft her voice was to how white the small wings that came out of her back were in color.
So surely... Being of such purity, her mother wouldn't lie to her. It didn't matter what the Commander's son said to her, she wouldn't budge on this. No matter how much he told her that her mother was probably dead by now due to lack of training, the fire in her eyes that said "I'll wait." never wavered.
But the boy knew something the girl could've never dreamed of. Yes, he'd been told, and he hadn't shed a tear because he knew that warriors didn't cry in this world; society would laugh at him. Yes, he knew! He knew and he tried to tell the girl over and over, that things wouldn't get better, that their parents were dead and he only remained strong because his wings were of the purest black that showed his bloodline's strength in battle and strong resolve! He couldn't cry now, and he wouldn't.
So he let it go. He let it go for himself so that he could silently promise to train, to become stronger and protect the girl that he knew was the new Empress as well as the whole nation and end this battle for the crown.
Days upon months passed of the two children stuck in that room under heavy guard. The Empress would ask to leave, for the window to at least be opened and let in the light she so desperately craved to see just so she could gauge just how serious this war had become. But the guards told her no, and she'd turn to the boy clad with black wings and a newly emptied stare and ask him to convince them. He'd tell her no, and when she asked why he told her it was for her safety. But it wasn't. It never was anymore; it was so that she couldn't see the horrors the boy had, red covering the battlefield and smoke making it hard to breathe whenever stepping foot outside. So that he wouldn't have to see it again.
The guards knew this, too. The boy used to always do as the little girl told him - they'd called him a ladies man, but he only did it because he knew it was the nice thing to do even if he knew that time after time he'd be told "No.", just like the girl in white.
So for now, things would have to stay this way. The boy would have to continue loathing the fighting silently, and the girl would have to stay ignorant because, in this world, that was considered safe.