you are the moon; aénor&sylvania fight

Sylvania Legend

Another day, another darkness. Waking again to find herself in a dream. Ugly, dirty, and tired, wanting nothing more than to wake up. And still she hadn't dstained her weapon with blood as she so desired.

Where was everyone? Ludwig, Hawthorn, Juno. No, Juno was dead. And Ludwig...was he dead now too? But where was Hawthorn? Hadn't he said he would protect her? She didn't need that protection, didn't want it, but still...She shook her head. She could survive without him. Survival was what she wanted, wasn't it? If she lived she would get of here. She'd wake up once all this was over. But wouldn't that take a long time? Did she want to wait that long? There had to be a quicker way of escaping this hell.

Light glinted off the smooth black ring on her thumb. More questions, more clouds for her brain. More frustration. She wanted to rip herself open, just to stop it all. This neverending nightmare, the fog in her head, the steel bands 'round her lungs. She wanted to breathe again. She wanted to life to be a lie.

The ground was soft and squishy beneath her feet. It was like Juno, dead but still bleeding and running, running away. Two days later, would her blood still stain this carpet? Or had she been forgotten already?

She staggered through it, her tongue thick with thirst, her belly dull with hunger. It didn't matter. Food and water wouldn't wake her up, and it wouldn't take her home. She stopped and looked down at her flail. It was made to be deadly, but she hadn't even drawn blood with it. It was a useless instumment. She dropped it into the muck and kept walking. A few steps further and she shrugged off her bag, leaving it behind as well. She couldn't even remember why it had ever been important.

There was a rustle in the grasses, and she turned to it wearily. Whatever it was couldn't matter. There were two creatures, one large and one small. They didn't look harmful, but she knew not to trust them. She knew she should attack them, but her weapon and her will were both gone, left far away somewhere. She should be scared. She should be worrying. At the very least, she should care. She didn't.

The larger creature rushed toward her, slicing open her stomach with its ivory tusks. She clutched her hands to the wound, as exquisite blood poured forth. That shining jewel of red poured over her and washed her clean. For a moment, she felt beautiful. Her knees gave out beneath her, and then she was in the muck, mixing with it.

Her hands were coated in red, salt tears fell from her eyes. Sobs wracked her body, and a smile fought its way to her face. This felt more right than anything had in a long time. The pain meant nothing, because the world was slowly sliding into focus, becoming clearer with each drop of blood that left her body. She tipped her head back and breathed, "Thank you."

And then came the most beautiful thing. A sharp, tearing pain across her throat and the warm of new blood. She felt her body go limp as the warm washed over her. She was waking up.

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When she next opened her eyes, there was light. A warm sun and sea of grass almost taller than she was. She sat up and looked around. She'd never been here, but it was a familiar place. It felt like home. Finally, she'd escaped the nightmare.

Her heart was light as a feather. She rose, her white dress brushing against her legs. She smiled at the world around her, the grass reaching up to greet her, the sun warming her golden hair. She stood tall and certain, no doubt in her mind of what she could do.

Then she was off and running, out into the great unknown.