Post by Blue on Nov 5, 2015 5:19:20 GMT
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[attr="class","words"]And it's just my soul responding[break] to the love you took from me
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[attr="class","writing"]How long had it been since she walked this road? It must have been months, maybe even a year? She doesn’t remember. The journey had taken a heavy toll. The price to pay was taxing not only on the body but on the mind. For some reason, she couldn’t remember what it was she had lost, just that it wasn’t there anymore. The memories of her time were as obscure as her face under that dingy traveler’s hood. Often times it had frustrated her, made her wrack her brain for hours and then fall into tears as the emptiness ate away at her. Where had she gone? What had she been doing? Just what had happened? None of it came back to her in the weeks she spent walking back from those faraway lands.
She hadn’t forgotten everything at least. There were friends back home. People she loved. That was what was important, right? She could just go back there and they would help her figure it all out. Chary, Hiro, Saki, everyone at… at… What was it again? She could hardly remember. It had been far too long. What was it… a house, or a guild maybe? Every time she tried to recall the faces of her friends or the name of their group, something muddled her brain and formed a suffocating lump in her throat. It was a horrible feeling that made even the often composed traveler start to tear up in agony. What had happened to her? Maybe she could find answers back home. The home that was slowly growing in sight as she stepped along that well-traveled road.
The gates of Londinium were a nostalgic site for terribly sore eyes. The woman could feel her body begin to tremble as the fatigue of her travels began to bubble up inside. Rest soon. A reprieve from this long and arduous hardship she had suffered, without even really knowing why. Gods, if she could just find one friend, she could fall into their arms and rest at last. The weighty travel pack on slung over her shoulders felt like a ton of bricks. She had considered just leaving it there, but she was afraid that there might be something in there that would give her an idea of what happened. Return home, collect oneself, then figure out what happened. That was the plan. It took a lot of willpower to not give up on that line of thinking. With torn clothes, her weapons in disrepair, and her features hidden behind a coating of mud and dirt, her spirit felt as broken as her mind and body.
The town was bustling with Lander folk as usual. Not one of them seemed to take notice of her. Why would they? They were just NPCs after all… weren’t they? Or had that changed? She couldn’t remember. Images of a fantasy land swirled in her mind. Then a computer screen with those same images behind a Heads Up Display. Then a more modern setting. Her unmarred figure smiling as people cheered for her on stage. But were those her memories or someone else’s? It was too much energy to figure that out. Step by step, the thoughts became a sea of black and grey that she
couldn’t navigate. Her inner thoughts and the world before her began to blend into one giant maelstrom of uncertainty, and her steps slowed like walking in molasses.
Eventually that will that brought her this far would falter at last. Fatigue had eaten away at the last of her reserves. Nothing about her status bar would say anything of note regarding her condition. Just lack of sleep, food, and a plagued mind finally cracking that hard exterior that the world had known her by. A sudden jolt. Had she walked into something? Then came the spinning and vertigo, followed by a thump. She didn’t even feel herself hit the ground, yet she could tell it had happened. A curse escaped her dry lips. She didn’t make it far enough. No collapsing in the arms of a loved one this time. What a shame.
There was the sound of people gathering around her. A cacophony of uncertainty surrounding dark figures. None of them were people she knew, that was easy to tell right off the bat. Where were they? Her friends, that is. Hiro? Saki? Oxford? Charlotte? The men and women who had distinguished themselves as those to remember were not there anymore. She was alone. It hurt to think about, but the evidence was concrete. Only these strangers who knew not what to do were there to help her and it drove her mad to think about. This was not the woman she had made herself out to be. This was not the bard who swore to bring beauty back to this world. This was not Mira Florentine, and this was certainly not Blue.
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She hadn’t forgotten everything at least. There were friends back home. People she loved. That was what was important, right? She could just go back there and they would help her figure it all out. Chary, Hiro, Saki, everyone at… at… What was it again? She could hardly remember. It had been far too long. What was it… a house, or a guild maybe? Every time she tried to recall the faces of her friends or the name of their group, something muddled her brain and formed a suffocating lump in her throat. It was a horrible feeling that made even the often composed traveler start to tear up in agony. What had happened to her? Maybe she could find answers back home. The home that was slowly growing in sight as she stepped along that well-traveled road.
The gates of Londinium were a nostalgic site for terribly sore eyes. The woman could feel her body begin to tremble as the fatigue of her travels began to bubble up inside. Rest soon. A reprieve from this long and arduous hardship she had suffered, without even really knowing why. Gods, if she could just find one friend, she could fall into their arms and rest at last. The weighty travel pack on slung over her shoulders felt like a ton of bricks. She had considered just leaving it there, but she was afraid that there might be something in there that would give her an idea of what happened. Return home, collect oneself, then figure out what happened. That was the plan. It took a lot of willpower to not give up on that line of thinking. With torn clothes, her weapons in disrepair, and her features hidden behind a coating of mud and dirt, her spirit felt as broken as her mind and body.
The town was bustling with Lander folk as usual. Not one of them seemed to take notice of her. Why would they? They were just NPCs after all… weren’t they? Or had that changed? She couldn’t remember. Images of a fantasy land swirled in her mind. Then a computer screen with those same images behind a Heads Up Display. Then a more modern setting. Her unmarred figure smiling as people cheered for her on stage. But were those her memories or someone else’s? It was too much energy to figure that out. Step by step, the thoughts became a sea of black and grey that she
couldn’t navigate. Her inner thoughts and the world before her began to blend into one giant maelstrom of uncertainty, and her steps slowed like walking in molasses.
Eventually that will that brought her this far would falter at last. Fatigue had eaten away at the last of her reserves. Nothing about her status bar would say anything of note regarding her condition. Just lack of sleep, food, and a plagued mind finally cracking that hard exterior that the world had known her by. A sudden jolt. Had she walked into something? Then came the spinning and vertigo, followed by a thump. She didn’t even feel herself hit the ground, yet she could tell it had happened. A curse escaped her dry lips. She didn’t make it far enough. No collapsing in the arms of a loved one this time. What a shame.
There was the sound of people gathering around her. A cacophony of uncertainty surrounding dark figures. None of them were people she knew, that was easy to tell right off the bat. Where were they? Her friends, that is. Hiro? Saki? Oxford? Charlotte? The men and women who had distinguished themselves as those to remember were not there anymore. She was alone. It hurt to think about, but the evidence was concrete. Only these strangers who knew not what to do were there to help her and it drove her mad to think about. This was not the woman she had made herself out to be. This was not the bard who swore to bring beauty back to this world. This was not Mira Florentine, and this was certainly not Blue.
Words: 817
| ★ ☆ ✮ ✯ | I wanna be here when morning comes[break] [attr="class","span"]When the stars in the sky fade into one ☆ |
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