01.01-TellTale-Fallen Child by QueenAryca, literature
Literature
01.01-TellTale-Fallen Child
‘They’re dead…’ they told me, ‘…good riddance,’ they said.
There was no remorse for the innocent child who had been selected to burden the world’s sins, a crown of thorns and a life of misfortune. The ancient legend of a human vessel was only an excuse for humans to repent for every crime committed; an endless cycle of violence. It’s impossible to handle how cruel everyone is, how even after their disappearance, they ridiculed and cursed them. It was like they were still alive, at the mercy of the entire village again. We suffered because of them, because of humanity’
(Sans P.O.V) As you close the door you slump down, and you drag your hands up and down your face to try and steady yourself. Then you feel the slight tugging at your soul, you chose to ignore them and keep sitting there. More tugs, more persistent this time. "Not noww." you groan at them. You sit in silence for a moment, the tugging stopped. Sighing, you bury your face in your arms. Its quiet, except for the slight cluttering downstairs, and it seems like a nice time to sleep.... Tugging. "Really?" you ask, not very amused. Two quick tugs, as if they were nodding. "You guys know I'm going to go to sleep right now right?" They are silent for a moment, then 6 different sets of waves of worry flood your soul. You put a hand on where your soul is and send back your own wave of assurance. When you aren't met with anything back you sigh, and stand up and walk towards your bed. Your exhausted even though it's still early and flop down on your bed. Your voice is slightly muffled
Blue and Red/Heart and Soul Prologue: The Mountain by SkystormChaosCore, literature
Literature
Blue and Red/Heart and Soul Prologue: The Mountain
Mt. Ebott, 201X
It was raining as the child climbed the mountain, scrambling over rocks and through mud as lightning flashed above them with loud cracks, the storm reflecting the climber's inner turmoil.
The child was covered in scratches and bruises, their clothes were soaked in rain and caked with mud, but they paid it no mind. Instead, they focused on the climb, one foot in front of the other, careful not to slip on the wet rocks and loose mud, one hand reaching up for a rock or a ledge. By concentrating on what their extremities were doing, they diverted their attention from the pain in their heart, the screaming in their head, and the a