[TWWM] Soulsongs- Something Avoided by snini9, literature
[TWWM] Soulsongs- Something Avoided
Skoo’nao paused before the doorway to the next room before she plunged onwards, only to be hit with a wave of emotions. Fear, shame, horror, pain. The emotions hit her like a train, making her head swim and her body freeze. None of them were emotions she wanted. None of them were emotions she was ready to face. Forcing her body to move and turn back to the door, Skoo’nao was horrified as it sank into the wall, leaving no sign it had ever existed. Her soul let out a keening wail as she panicked, moving deeper into the room to try to escape the pounding of emotions. The air in the room heated to uncomfortable levels, stone and fire crumbling and bursting around her. Far above, playful sunlight bounced off the Conservatory windows, but it was mimicked by the harsh and painful crashing of stone and fire. If the conservatory and the sea were heaven, then this room was hell. Skoo’nao took a second to panic before she tried to force calm over herself, not wanting to acknowledge and face the
[DOA] The Spirit of Halloween- Luna's Story by snini9, literature
[DOA] The Spirit of Halloween- Luna's Story
“Listen, young ones, listen closely to the tale I am about to weave for you, the whispers and rumors that I am here to confirm. Listen well, and be warned. For we aqrion are not the only things that dwell in these depths.” Callisto began the tale with a warning, her voice carrying across the gathered aqrion. “Deep below, long before even I swam these seas, a race of ancient aqrion dwelt, their sizes larger than even the Fluke Singers. They ruled the seas with a gentle will, treating everything with respect and grace. This rule of kindness lasted for many decades, rulers rising and falling, seas shifting and moving, alliances forming and dissolving. Everything was peaceful. Everything was right and just. Yet, where did they go? For we no longer have ancient aqrion ruling our depths. Yes, some of us may be larger than others, but none are as large and well adapted as they were. Well, my dear listeners, this is where the story gets strange.” “One aqrion, whose name has been lost to
[TWWM] Soulsongs: A moment of Disillusionment by snini9, literature
[TWWM] Soulsongs: A moment of Disillusionment
As Skoo’nao entered the next room, she was shocked to see not water, as the previous rooms had been, but ice frozen solid. The soft sound of dripping water was rhythmic, relaxing, and calm. Nothing like the chaotic noise and memory the other rooms had fallen into. As she looked around, the ice sculptures became more recognizable. The large boulders that lay in the sea, the soft sands, the looming forest. It was her home, her boundary, recreated in the ice that surrounded her. The images were tied to her soul, to her memory, and it was a gentle comfort. As she wandered through the room, she began to relax, relieved that there were no hidden horrors awaiting her. The drips sped and slowed in rhythmic patterns, as if the room itself was breathing. It was a comforting noise, a noise that was echoed in the physical boundary by the waves. As she watched, the ice grew clearer, then cloudier once more, moving rhythmically. Droplets rose in the air, swirling around her head, before they
[TWWM] Soulsongs: Confession by snini9, literature
[TWWM] Soulsongs: Confession
Skoo’nao carefully floated to the next room, feeling stronger than she had been before. Yes, her soul was hurting, but she was stronger than the pain. She had been shown what she could not have, but she was comforted by the knowledge that she still swam with her family through the waves, even if they didn’t know that Skoo’nao was the daughter they had lost so long ago. The next room held something comforting, a large, methodically moving, body of water. The feeling of the surface spray against her face was comforting. It was the feeling of her home. The glint of conservatory windows far above did nothing to distract her from the comforting pull of the waters around her. She gratefully slipped into the comforting grasp of the water, the waves curling around her in the same way they did back in the real world. But, as soon as her body slipped below the waves, it felt off. The water suddenly went from a comforting mother caressing her calf to the churn and anger of the waves in a storm.
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