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[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

Title has a nice ring to it lol

Pretty self explanatory. Here’s where I’ll post all my little writing blurbs when the mood hits me

First post is: I got bored in the car and decided to begin writing one of my character’s death scene (tis not done yet, but I’ll probably get there)

Enjoy! I hope you’ll stay tuned :3

Spoiler

When Kore coughed, blood splattered onto the ground before her. That hit had done more than she’d anticipated, leaving her collapsed on the ground a few feet away from him.

Most, at this point, would take their battered physic and blurring vision as a sign to surrender, to find a way to stop the fight. She couldn’t. No, she refused. 

This, this exact moment, has been all she’s been working toward for the past five years. Building up the revolution, giving the people of the Reach hope, sacrificing every want and need to become a paragon of that hope, it all led to here. And…she was failing. 

But, she would be a fool to claim that the only reason for her stubbornness. No, the primary reason behind her refusal to surrender was the group of four currently leading the retreat away from the Singularity. She couldn’t surrender. She had to hold out, for them.

Kore worked to pull herself up. 

As she got her knees under her, his footsteps started towards her. They crunched against the broken marble floor. She could almost feel the smirk on his face.

Kore bared her teeth, and forced herself up onto her feet. 

 

Edited April 28 by Rynturning_Light

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

WORDS, wait lemme read

19 minutes ago, Rynturning_Light said:

Title has a nice ring to it lol

Pretty self explanatory. Here’s where I’ll post all my little writing blurbs when the mood hits me

First post is: I got bored in the car and decided to begin writing one of my character’s death scene (tis not done yet, but I’ll probably get there)

Enjoy! I hope you’ll stay tuned :3

  Hide contents

 

When Kore coughed, blood splattered onto the ground before her. That hit had done more than she’d anticipated, leaving her collapsed on the ground a few feet away from him.

Most, at this point, would take their battered physic and blurring vision as a sign to surrender, to find a way to stop the fight. She couldn’t. No, she refused. 

This, this exact moment, has been all she’s been working toward for the past five years. Building up the revolution, giving the people of the Reach hope, sacrificing every want and need to become a paragon of that hope, it all led to here. And…she was failing. 

But, she would be a fool to claim that the only reason for her stubbornness. No, the primary reason behind her refusal to surrender was the group of four currently leading the retreat away from the Singularity. She couldn’t surrender. She had to hold out, for them.

Kore worked to pull herself up. 

As she got her knees under her, his footsteps started towards her. They crunched against the broken marble floor. She could almost feel the smirk on his face.

Kore bared her teeth, and forced herself up onto her feet. 

 

WAIT KORE SOUNDS LIKE A DIVA TELL ME MOREEE

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

10 minutes ago, Honors Ghost said:

WORDS, wait lemme read

WAIT KORE SOUNDS LIKE A DIVA TELL ME MOREEE

Loll, she’s one I’ve had for a while

Her lore (simplified) is she’s the eldest of plant controlling triplets and extremely traumatize. Leader of a revolution against the Singularity (the abusers in power). Extremely stubborn and maternal (she basically adopted a revolutionary apprentice name Fenris)

(she does die tho)

Edited February 7 by Rynturning_Light

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

3 minutes ago, Rynturning_Light said:

Loll, she’s one I’ve had for a while

Her lore (simplified) is she’s the eldest of plant controlling triplets and extremely traumatize. Leader of a revolution against the Singularity (the abusers in power). Extremely stubborn and maternal (she basically adopted a revolutionary apprentice name Fenris)

(she does die tho)

SHE SOJNDS AWSOME SHE SHOULD ADOPT ME

(waittt nooooo whyyy)

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

1 minute ago, Honors Ghost said:

SHE SOJNDS AWSOME SHE SHOULD ADOPT ME

(waittt nooooo whyyy)

(That’s what I’ve always had in mind for her story. She dies to achieve her goal, and leaves people behind to fix everything. People she taught to be better)

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

41 minutes ago, Rynturning_Light said:

(That’s what I’ve always had in mind for her story. She dies to achieve her goal, and leaves people behind to fix everything. People she taught to be better)

Awwwww

I love that

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

Alright, Kore’s scene is done

Didn’t proof read it much:

Spoiler

When Kore coughed, blood splattered onto the ground before her. That hit had done more than she’d anticipated, leaving her collapsed on the ground a few feet away from him.

Most, at this point, would take their battered physic and blurring vision as a sign to surrender, to find a way to stop the fight. She couldn’t. No, she refused. 

This, this exact moment, has been all she’s been working toward for the past five years. Building up the revolution, giving the people of the Reach hope, sacrificing every want and need to become a paragon of that hope, it all led to here. And…she was failing. 

But, she would be a fool to claim that the only reason for her stubbornness. No, the primary reason behind her refusal to surrender was the group of four currently leading the retreat away from the Singularity. She couldn’t surrender. She had to hold out, for them.

Kore worked to pull herself up. 

As she got her knees under her, his footsteps started towards her. They crunched against the broken marble floor. She could almost feel the smirk on his face.

Kore bared her teeth, and forced herself up onto her feet. 

Her power flared. Thorned vines began growing from the cracks in the floor. Some wrapped around her legs, as if in support.

“Give up child,” Deinos said, “You cannot win this”

Kore didn’t respond, staring him down in defiance. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, though whether from anger, pain, or fear, she couldn’t say.

Distantly, she thought she could hear her mother’s voice.

“Don’t let him take this from you,” it whispered. 

I smirk broke across Kore’s face. “Never planned to,” she whispered in response.

Deinos charged, light flaring around him. 

Kore didn’t meet his blow this time. She breathed deeply, bracing herself, and with a cry flared her ability for what she knew was the final time.

She’d heard accounts of what it was like, pushing one’s ability beyond breaking, but nothing could have prepared her for the pain.

A sprawling, all consuming pain reached throughout her body. An impossibly wrong burning sensation caused by the thing that had protected her for so long turned its might against her.

Her vines of thorns exploded up through the floor, joined by vines sprouting with lavender that she grew in times away from hardship. She hadn’t seen them in a long while.

Deinos was overtaken quickly, along with his supporters.

The vines grew up and around Kore’s body, twisted and constricting. They didn’t stop when they grew around her throat.

Kore bowed her head, her eyes falling closed, and with her final breath whispered, “keep them safe.”

 

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

3 hours ago, Rynturning_Light said:

Alright, Kore’s scene is done

Didn’t proof read it much:

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When Kore coughed, blood splattered onto the ground before her. That hit had done more than she’d anticipated, leaving her collapsed on the ground a few feet away from him.

Most, at this point, would take their battered physic and blurring vision as a sign to surrender, to find a way to stop the fight. She couldn’t. No, she refused. 

This, this exact moment, has been all she’s been working toward for the past five years. Building up the revolution, giving the people of the Reach hope, sacrificing every want and need to become a paragon of that hope, it all led to here. And…she was failing. 

But, she would be a fool to claim that the only reason for her stubbornness. No, the primary reason behind her refusal to surrender was the group of four currently leading the retreat away from the Singularity. She couldn’t surrender. She had to hold out, for them.

Kore worked to pull herself up. 

As she got her knees under her, his footsteps started towards her. They crunched against the broken marble floor. She could almost feel the smirk on his face.

Kore bared her teeth, and forced herself up onto her feet. 

Her power flared. Thorned vines began growing from the cracks in the floor. Some wrapped around her legs, as if in support.

“Give up child,” Deinos said, “You cannot win this”

Kore didn’t respond, staring him down in defiance. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, though whether from anger, pain, or fear, she couldn’t say.

Distantly, she thought she could hear her mother’s voice.

“Don’t let him take this from you,” it whispered. 

I smirk broke across Kore’s face. “Never planned to,” she whispered in response.

Deinos charged, light flaring around him. 

Kore didn’t meet his blow this time. She breathed deeply, bracing herself, and with a cry flared her ability for what she knew was the final time.

She’d heard accounts of what it was like, pushing one’s ability beyond breaking, but nothing could have prepared her for the pain.

A sprawling, all consuming pain reached throughout her body. An impossibly wrong burning sensation caused by the thing that had protected her for so long turned its might against her.

Her vines of thorns exploded up through the floor, joined by vines sprouting with lavender that she grew in times away from hardship. She hadn’t seen them in a long while.

Deinos was overtaken quickly, along with his supporters.

The vines grew up and around Kore’s body, twisted and constricting. They didn’t stop when they grew around her throat.

Kore bowed her head, her eyes falling closed, and with her final breath whispered, “keep them safe.”

 

AWESOME!!!! GO KORE!!!!!

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

On 2/7/2026 at 1:46 PM, Rynturning_Light said:

Title has a nice ring to it lol

Pretty self explanatory. Here’s where I’ll post all my little writing blurbs when the mood hits me

First post is: I got bored in the car and decided to begin writing one of my character’s death scene (tis not done yet, but I’ll probably get there)

Enjoy! I hope you’ll stay tuned :3

  Hide contents

 

When Kore coughed, blood splattered onto the ground before her. That hit had done more than she’d anticipated, leaving her collapsed on the ground a few feet away from him.

Most, at this point, would take their battered physic and blurring vision as a sign to surrender, to find a way to stop the fight. She couldn’t. No, she refused. 

This, this exact moment, has been all she’s been working toward for the past five years. Building up the revolution, giving the people of the Reach hope, sacrificing every want and need to become a paragon of that hope, it all led to here. And…she was failing. 

But, she would be a fool to claim that the only reason for her stubbornness. No, the primary reason behind her refusal to surrender was the group of four currently leading the retreat away from the Singularity. She couldn’t surrender. She had to hold out, for them.

Kore worked to pull herself up. 

As she got her knees under her, his footsteps started towards her. They crunched against the broken marble floor. She could almost feel the smirk on his face.

Kore bared her teeth, and forced herself up onto her feet. 

 

21 hours ago, Rynturning_Light said:

Alright, Kore’s scene is done

Didn’t proof read it much:

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When Kore coughed, blood splattered onto the ground before her. That hit had done more than she’d anticipated, leaving her collapsed on the ground a few feet away from him.

Most, at this point, would take their battered physic and blurring vision as a sign to surrender, to find a way to stop the fight. She couldn’t. No, she refused. 

This, this exact moment, has been all she’s been working toward for the past five years. Building up the revolution, giving the people of the Reach hope, sacrificing every want and need to become a paragon of that hope, it all led to here. And…she was failing. 

But, she would be a fool to claim that the only reason for her stubbornness. No, the primary reason behind her refusal to surrender was the group of four currently leading the retreat away from the Singularity. She couldn’t surrender. She had to hold out, for them.

Kore worked to pull herself up. 

As she got her knees under her, his footsteps started towards her. They crunched against the broken marble floor. She could almost feel the smirk on his face.

Kore bared her teeth, and forced herself up onto her feet. 

Her power flared. Thorned vines began growing from the cracks in the floor. Some wrapped around her legs, as if in support.

“Give up child,” Deinos said, “You cannot win this”

Kore didn’t respond, staring him down in defiance. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, though whether from anger, pain, or fear, she couldn’t say.

Distantly, she thought she could hear her mother’s voice.

“Don’t let him take this from you,” it whispered. 

I smirk broke across Kore’s face. “Never planned to,” she whispered in response.

Deinos charged, light flaring around him. 

Kore didn’t meet his blow this time. She breathed deeply, bracing herself, and with a cry flared her ability for what she knew was the final time.

She’d heard accounts of what it was like, pushing one’s ability beyond breaking, but nothing could have prepared her for the pain.

A sprawling, all consuming pain reached throughout her body. An impossibly wrong burning sensation caused by the thing that had protected her for so long turned its might against her.

Her vines of thorns exploded up through the floor, joined by vines sprouting with lavender that she grew in times away from hardship. She hadn’t seen them in a long while.

Deinos was overtaken quickly, along with his supporters.

The vines grew up and around Kore’s body, twisted and constricting. They didn’t stop when they grew around her throat.

Kore bowed her head, her eyes falling closed, and with her final breath whispered, “keep them safe.”

 

NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT KORE

T^T

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

I got bored:D

(barely proof read)

Spoiler

Chemia stared down into a black void. Most think something so great as the portal into the world’s main source of magic would be grand. All-encompassing. Overwhelming, maybe. But no. Instead, it manifested as a small pool filled with a pitch black essence that seemed to absorb all light around it, located at the center of a towering cavern. Chemia couldn’t tell if the cavern was formed because of the pool manifesting or if the cavern had been here, and the pool simply formed at the center of it.

Another common misconception is that all portals to Kaos were sealed during the Clash of Arms and Atelis’s spell. Chemia wishes this were true. Instead, only the Rift and the other larger holes in the cosmic fabric were sealed. Smaller punctures, like the one before her, were left open. Now, with the beginning of the rebuilding efforts, these “punctures” couldn’t be left open.

Chemia shut her eyes and focused onto the pool, and what lay beyond it. She could hear screams. Pained, angry screams and those defeated and betrayed. The venor. Her siblings. 

With a deep breath, Chemia opened her eyes. The screams faded, no longer audible without her focus placed upon them. 
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “but I cannot let this happen again.”

Chemia crouched down next to the pool, before reaching out to touch the surface. After so long in Corrotto, surrounded by the warmth of its people and magic, she had forgotten how cold Kaos was. No light or heat ever reached there. No emotions beyond rage and resentment. 

She shook off her initial shock. With another deep breath, Chemia focused her essence once again onto the pool. This time, however, she didn’t focus on the other side. Instead, she focused on closing off this side. A layer of crystal began spreading out from her fingers, over the surface of the pool.
Chemia removed her hand and watched as the crystalline film encompassed the surface. With a sigh, she stood back up, still staring down at the surface.

“You better be in there,” she said.

With that, she turned to leave the cavern and pool behind.

 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

8 hours ago, Rynturning_Light said:

I got bored:D

(barely proof read)

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Chemia stared down into a black void. Most think something so great as the portal into the world’s main source of magic would be grand. All-encompassing. Overwhelming, maybe. But no. Instead, it manifested as a small pool filled with a pitch black essence that seemed to absorb all light around it, located at the center of a towering cavern. Chemia couldn’t tell if the cavern was formed because of the pool manifesting or if the cavern had been here, and the pool simply formed at the center of it.

Another common misconception is that all portals to Kaos were sealed during the Clash of Arms and Atelis’s spell. Chemia wishes this were true. Instead, only the Rift and the other larger holes in the cosmic fabric were sealed. Smaller punctures, like the one before her, were left open. Now, with the beginning of the rebuilding efforts, these “punctures” couldn’t be left open.

Chemia shut her eyes and focused onto the pool, and what lay beyond it. She could hear screams. Pained, angry screams and those defeated and betrayed. The venor. Her siblings. 

With a deep breath, Chemia opened her eyes. The screams faded, no longer audible without her focus placed upon them. 
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “but I cannot let this happen again.”

Chemia crouched down next to the pool, before reaching out to touch the surface. After so long in Corrotto, surrounded by the warmth of its people and magic, she had forgotten how cold Kaos was. No light or heat ever reached there. No emotions beyond rage and resentment. 

She shook off her initial shock. With another deep breath, Chemia focused her essence once again onto the pool. This time, however, she didn’t focus on the other side. Instead, she focused on closing off this side. A layer of crystal began spreading out from her fingers, over the surface of the pool.
Chemia removed her hand and watched as the crystalline film encompassed the surface. With a sigh, she stood back up, still staring down at the surface.

“You better be in there,” she said.

With that, she turned to leave the cavern and pool behind.

 

BARS

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

I got bored and stared working again on a prologue concept I've had for a while

I don't like the beginning that much lol, but I think some of the dialogues decent

Spoiler

Prologue

Fenix stood at the center of a barren battlefield, looking down on the corpse of a soldier. His soldier, judging by the proud, white uniform. It was now sullied by the blood and grime of battle. He forced himself to acknowledge the gaping wound in the soldier's side revealed by the split uniform, both from the bite of an enemy blade. The wound had only recently dried.

 Not even three hours earlier he had been leading the frontal assault on the Rift. It was their final desperate attempt to push back Sol and recapture the Archives. Atelis and Chimera had approached him about their grand plan to recover and seal the Archives. This, they claimed, would effectively trap Chaos out of the world, pulling it and its followers back into Kaos. 
It had worked. 

What the pair had failed to mention was that someone had to be on both sides of the Rift to close it. They had been victorious, but Fenix still felt a cutting stab of betrayal every time he thought of Chimera or her proposal.

It wasn’t only her, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered, Atelis agreed to the idea as well. What Fenix refused to acknowledge was the sharper stab every time he thought of Atelis.

So, Fenix stood, staring down at that fallen soldier, laid to rest on that barren wasteland littered with corpses, recently watered by both blood and ichor. Eventually, she found him. 

He heard her crunching foot steps, she was choosing to make her presence obvious. It didn’t matter if she did, he could sense her through whatever bond existed between them. Chemia had explained it as heartbeats. The power that made them, Chaos and Order, pulsing outward, which the other could hear. Fenix didn’t acknowledge that there was a pulse missing. 

“It’s strange,” she started, “A millennia of fighting, and it's over. Just like that.”

“It needed to end.”

“It did. I just didn’t think it would happen this…suddenly.”

“Wasn’t that the idea,” Fenix responded, “An assault that they couldn’t prepare for, so close to their stronghold that they couldn’t ignore it.”

“We needed to keep the pressure on them, Fenix. That was the only way any of this was going to work.” 

“And the cost?” he refuted “Millions of lives, innocent lives.”

“They knew the risks,” she paused, “We all knew the risks.” It sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him.

For a moment, they’re both silent. The wind howled and pushed against them. Fenix had to brace himself against it, but Chimera stood strong, comfortable, like she belonged within the disorder of nature. In a way, she did.

“I know how you think, Fenix,” she began again, “I know you’re running though every possibility on how this could have ended, and blaming every failure on yourself. Just know this: they may have followed you into battle, but they followed me into this war. I gathered the armies and convinced them to fight. You are not at fault here, my friend. You did what you could, but it was always going to end this way.”

“Is that supposed to bring me comfort,” he said, “Somehow remove the burden of every lost life I lead into battle from my shoulders.”

“No,” Chimera replied simply, “But you need to realize that it's over. We drove Sol back into Kaos, along with the venor. It’s over, they’re gone. We gave the peoples their world, their hope, back.”

“And the cost?”

“Nothing we can do can validate the lives lost, and little comfort can be found in the fact that they died fighting to protect their word,” Chimera took a breath, “However, we must bear the burden of the losses, and we must protect those who remain. Don’t blame yourself for this, Fenix. This was a fight that could not be avoided, no matter what we did.”

Her words did little to console him. They had led these people to slaughter at the hands of angry gods. The world was desolate, their cities destroyed. Families had lost parents and children, aunts and uncles and cousins. They had lost a friend. 

“What about Atelis?” he asked after a moment.

“Atelis knew the risks. He wasn’t as oblivious as we like to think. He knew the costs of this war, just as he knew what that seal would do.”

“That doesn’t mean we should have agreed to this,” Fenix argued, “We should have found another solution.”

“There was no other solution. This was what had to happen. With the Archives sealed, the door into our world is closed. Neither Chaos nor Order can get in.”

“And Atelis can’t get out.”

Chemia inhaled sharply, and paused for a moment. “Yes,” she said simply, eyes cast downward, “He chose his fate. You can continue to think me responsible, but it doesn’t change that fact. I didn’t force him into this, he went willingly.”

Fenix knew this. His and Atelis’s nature made it extremely difficult for Chemia’s influence to affect them. Still, Fenix acknowledged that it was nice to have someone to blame. Atelis wasn’t supposed to be a victim of sacrifice. That’s what Fenix was for. 

“What now,” he asked after a moment.

“Now we retreat, and leave the mortals to their own ambitions,” Chemia turns her gaze to the land around them, terraformed by battle and their own vast magics, “We’ve caused enough damage.”

“Verywell.”

Chemia remained staring over the wasteland, considerate. After a moment, she kneeled down, laying her hands on the ground before her. Strange tendrils of the warping power that defined Chemia’s abilities spread out from where her hands lay. They blanketed the barren ground, as well as the bodies that litter it.

As Fenix watched on, a great, sprawling forest grew. The bodies of his soldiers taken in by its depths.

Chemia stood with its completion. “I’m sorry,” she said simply, before turning and walking away.

 

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

17 minutes ago, Rynturning_Light said:

I got bored and stared working again on a prologue concept I've had for a while

I don't like the beginning that much lol, but I think some of the dialogues decent

  Hide contents

Prologue

Fenix stood at the center of a barren battlefield, looking down on the corpse of a soldier. His soldier, judging by the proud, white uniform. It was now sullied by the blood and grime of battle. He forced himself to acknowledge the gaping wound in the soldier's side revealed by the split uniform, both from the bite of an enemy blade. The wound had only recently dried.

 Not even three hours earlier he had been leading the frontal assault on the Rift. It was their final desperate attempt to push back Sol and recapture the Archives. Atelis and Chimera had approached him about their grand plan to recover and seal the Archives. This, they claimed, would effectively trap Chaos out of the world, pulling it and its followers back into Kaos. 
It had worked. 

What the pair had failed to mention was that someone had to be on both sides of the Rift to close it. They had been victorious, but Fenix still felt a cutting stab of betrayal every time he thought of Chimera or her proposal.

It wasn’t only her, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered, Atelis agreed to the idea as well. What Fenix refused to acknowledge was the sharper stab every time he thought of Atelis.

So, Fenix stood, staring down at that fallen soldier, laid to rest on that barren wasteland littered with corpses, recently watered by both blood and ichor. Eventually, she found him. 

He heard her crunching foot steps, she was choosing to make her presence obvious. It didn’t matter if she did, he could sense her through whatever bond existed between them. Chemia had explained it as heartbeats. The power that made them, Chaos and Order, pulsing outward, which the other could hear. Fenix didn’t acknowledge that there was a pulse missing. 

“It’s strange,” she started, “A millennia of fighting, and it's over. Just like that.”

“It needed to end.”

“It did. I just didn’t think it would happen this…suddenly.”

“Wasn’t that the idea,” Fenix responded, “An assault that they couldn’t prepare for, so close to their stronghold that they couldn’t ignore it.”

“We needed to keep the pressure on them, Fenix. That was the only way any of this was going to work.” 

“And the cost?” he refuted “Millions of lives, innocent lives.”

“They knew the risks,” she paused, “We all knew the risks.” It sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him.

For a moment, they’re both silent. The wind howled and pushed against them. Fenix had to brace himself against it, but Chimera stood strong, comfortable, like she belonged within the disorder of nature. In a way, she did.

“I know how you think, Fenix,” she began again, “I know you’re running though every possibility on how this could have ended, and blaming every failure on yourself. Just know this: they may have followed you into battle, but they followed me into this war. I gathered the armies and convinced them to fight. You are not at fault here, my friend. You did what you could, but it was always going to end this way.”

“Is that supposed to bring me comfort,” he said, “Somehow remove the burden of every lost life I lead into battle from my shoulders.”

“No,” Chimera replied simply, “But you need to realize that it's over. We drove Sol back into Kaos, along with the venor. It’s over, they’re gone. We gave the peoples their world, their hope, back.”

“And the cost?”

“Nothing we can do can validate the lives lost, and little comfort can be found in the fact that they died fighting to protect their word,” Chimera took a breath, “However, we must bear the burden of the losses, and we must protect those who remain. Don’t blame yourself for this, Fenix. This was a fight that could not be avoided, no matter what we did.”

Her words did little to console him. They had led these people to slaughter at the hands of angry gods. The world was desolate, their cities destroyed. Families had lost parents and children, aunts and uncles and cousins. They had lost a friend. 

“What about Atelis?” he asked after a moment.

“Atelis knew the risks. He wasn’t as oblivious as we like to think. He knew the costs of this war, just as he knew what that seal would do.”

“That doesn’t mean we should have agreed to this,” Fenix argued, “We should have found another solution.”

“There was no other solution. This was what had to happen. With the Archives sealed, the door into our world is closed. Neither Chaos nor Order can get in.”

“And Atelis can’t get out.”

Chemia inhaled sharply, and paused for a moment. “Yes,” she said simply, eyes cast downward, “He chose his fate. You can continue to think me responsible, but it doesn’t change that fact. I didn’t force him into this, he went willingly.”

Fenix knew this. His and Atelis’s nature made it extremely difficult for Chemia’s influence to affect them. Still, Fenix acknowledged that it was nice to have someone to blame. Atelis wasn’t supposed to be a victim of sacrifice. That’s what Fenix was for. 

“What now,” he asked after a moment.

“Now we retreat, and leave the mortals to their own ambitions,” Chemia turns her gaze to the land around them, terraformed by battle and their own vast magics, “We’ve caused enough damage.”

“Verywell.”

Chemia remained staring over the wasteland, considerate. After a moment, she kneeled down, laying her hands on the ground before her. Strange tendrils of the warping power that defined Chemia’s abilities spread out from where her hands lay. They blanketed the barren ground, as well as the bodies that litter it.

As Fenix watched on, a great, sprawling forest grew. The bodies of his soldiers taken in by its depths.

Chemia stood with its completion. “I’m sorry,” she said simply, before turning and walking away.

 

I’m getting deja vu…

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Ash said:

I’m getting deja vu…

From what?

genuinely lol

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

12 hours ago, Rynturning_Light said:

I got bored and stared working again on a prologue concept I've had for a while

I don't like the beginning that much lol, but I think some of the dialogues decent

  Hide contents

Prologue

Fenix stood at the center of a barren battlefield, looking down on the corpse of a soldier. His soldier, judging by the proud, white uniform. It was now sullied by the blood and grime of battle. He forced himself to acknowledge the gaping wound in the soldier's side revealed by the split uniform, both from the bite of an enemy blade. The wound had only recently dried.

 Not even three hours earlier he had been leading the frontal assault on the Rift. It was their final desperate attempt to push back Sol and recapture the Archives. Atelis and Chimera had approached him about their grand plan to recover and seal the Archives. This, they claimed, would effectively trap Chaos out of the world, pulling it and its followers back into Kaos. 
It had worked. 

What the pair had failed to mention was that someone had to be on both sides of the Rift to close it. They had been victorious, but Fenix still felt a cutting stab of betrayal every time he thought of Chimera or her proposal.

It wasn’t only her, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered, Atelis agreed to the idea as well. What Fenix refused to acknowledge was the sharper stab every time he thought of Atelis.

So, Fenix stood, staring down at that fallen soldier, laid to rest on that barren wasteland littered with corpses, recently watered by both blood and ichor. Eventually, she found him. 

He heard her crunching foot steps, she was choosing to make her presence obvious. It didn’t matter if she did, he could sense her through whatever bond existed between them. Chemia had explained it as heartbeats. The power that made them, Chaos and Order, pulsing outward, which the other could hear. Fenix didn’t acknowledge that there was a pulse missing. 

“It’s strange,” she started, “A millennia of fighting, and it's over. Just like that.”

“It needed to end.”

“It did. I just didn’t think it would happen this…suddenly.”

“Wasn’t that the idea,” Fenix responded, “An assault that they couldn’t prepare for, so close to their stronghold that they couldn’t ignore it.”

“We needed to keep the pressure on them, Fenix. That was the only way any of this was going to work.” 

“And the cost?” he refuted “Millions of lives, innocent lives.”

“They knew the risks,” she paused, “We all knew the risks.” It sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him.

For a moment, they’re both silent. The wind howled and pushed against them. Fenix had to brace himself against it, but Chimera stood strong, comfortable, like she belonged within the disorder of nature. In a way, she did.

“I know how you think, Fenix,” she began again, “I know you’re running though every possibility on how this could have ended, and blaming every failure on yourself. Just know this: they may have followed you into battle, but they followed me into this war. I gathered the armies and convinced them to fight. You are not at fault here, my friend. You did what you could, but it was always going to end this way.”

“Is that supposed to bring me comfort,” he said, “Somehow remove the burden of every lost life I lead into battle from my shoulders.”

“No,” Chimera replied simply, “But you need to realize that it's over. We drove Sol back into Kaos, along with the venor. It’s over, they’re gone. We gave the peoples their world, their hope, back.”

“And the cost?”

“Nothing we can do can validate the lives lost, and little comfort can be found in the fact that they died fighting to protect their word,” Chimera took a breath, “However, we must bear the burden of the losses, and we must protect those who remain. Don’t blame yourself for this, Fenix. This was a fight that could not be avoided, no matter what we did.”

Her words did little to console him. They had led these people to slaughter at the hands of angry gods. The world was desolate, their cities destroyed. Families had lost parents and children, aunts and uncles and cousins. They had lost a friend. 

“What about Atelis?” he asked after a moment.

“Atelis knew the risks. He wasn’t as oblivious as we like to think. He knew the costs of this war, just as he knew what that seal would do.”

“That doesn’t mean we should have agreed to this,” Fenix argued, “We should have found another solution.”

“There was no other solution. This was what had to happen. With the Archives sealed, the door into our world is closed. Neither Chaos nor Order can get in.”

“And Atelis can’t get out.”

Chemia inhaled sharply, and paused for a moment. “Yes,” she said simply, eyes cast downward, “He chose his fate. You can continue to think me responsible, but it doesn’t change that fact. I didn’t force him into this, he went willingly.”

Fenix knew this. His and Atelis’s nature made it extremely difficult for Chemia’s influence to affect them. Still, Fenix acknowledged that it was nice to have someone to blame. Atelis wasn’t supposed to be a victim of sacrifice. That’s what Fenix was for. 

“What now,” he asked after a moment.

“Now we retreat, and leave the mortals to their own ambitions,” Chemia turns her gaze to the land around them, terraformed by battle and their own vast magics, “We’ve caused enough damage.”

“Verywell.”

Chemia remained staring over the wasteland, considerate. After a moment, she kneeled down, laying her hands on the ground before her. Strange tendrils of the warping power that defined Chemia’s abilities spread out from where her hands lay. They blanketed the barren ground, as well as the bodies that litter it.

As Fenix watched on, a great, sprawling forest grew. The bodies of his soldiers taken in by its depths.

Chemia stood with its completion. “I’m sorry,” she said simply, before turning and walking away.

 

Ooooo

Awesome!!! I'm curious to see what the rest of the story is about. Some of the mortals? I really love the characterisation!!!

[Verdance he/him]

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I had the writing thought of a book written in one character pov, but that “main character” dies towards the end

The thing is, their final chapter ends before/as the readers see their death and instead the chapter pov switches to one of the “supporting characters” that were close to the main. The reader would have to discover the main’s death with the other characters

I want to write this, but it kinda requires a whole book to work properly lol

What an idea! Do you want the POV shift to be jarring, or the reveal of the death itself?

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[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

What an idea! Do you want the POV shift to be jarring, or the reveal of the death itself?

I want it to be pretty jarring

I think I’d write it like the main gets seriously injured, and as the wound is inflicted the chapter ends and the pov switches

It’d probably flow with the first part of the book gets the readers comfortable with what they assume to be the main character, and then they die and the side character takes over. Latter part would probably be the supporting character taking over and actually completing whatever the first main failed to do

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, Rynturning_Light said:

I want it to be pretty jarring

I think I’d write it like the main gets seriously injured, and as the wound is inflicted the chapter ends and the pov switches

It’d probably flow with the first part of the book gets the readers comfortable with what they assume to be the main character, and then they die and the side character takes over. Latter part would probably be the supporting character taking over and actually completing whatever the first main failed to do

Would it support or take away from the magic trick you’re trying to pull off here to get the reader used to a POV from that specific supporting character every once in a while?

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Would it support or take away from the magic trick you’re trying to pull off here to get the reader used to a POV from that specific supporting character every once in a while?

I think it’d take away if other character povs were included before the switch

I want it to be really shocking. The main idea is to give the impression that it’s a one character pov, and then switch to the support when what the readers assumed is the main character isn’t there anymore

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, Rynturning_Light said:

I think it’d take away if other character povs were included before the switch

I want it to be really shocking. The main idea is to give the impression that it’s a one character pov, and then switch to the support when what the readers assumed is the main character isn’t there anymore

Okay. I’m hooked by the idea. Do you have plans for these characters yet or is it just this gimmick you’re holding onto for later? 

I kind of really want to read this right now :3

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Okay. I’m hooked by the idea. Do you have plans for these characters yet or is it just this gimmick you’re holding onto for later? 

I kind of really want to read this right now :3

I want to start outlining it soon. I really like the idea and I want to see it come into existence

It came to mind with two specific  characters of mine, but now that I think fully on it I don’t know if they’d quite fit it properly

I might take this as an opportunity to start building on another world

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

1 hour ago, Rynturning_Light said:

I want it to be pretty jarring

I think I’d write it like the main gets seriously injured, and as the wound is inflicted the chapter ends and the pov switches

It’d probably flow with the first part of the book gets the readers comfortable with what they assume to be the main character, and then they die and the side character takes over. Latter part would probably be the supporting character taking over and actually completing whatever the first main failed to do

Idea: what if you pulled the switch halfway through the book instead of at the end, allowing you to get away with two climaxes. 

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

19 minutes ago, Through The Living Ash said:

Idea: what if you pulled the switch halfway through the book instead of at the end, allowing you to get away with two climaxes. 

Yeah, that’s what I’d realistically do if I do write it, having the actual action/progression start after the switch

Basically a giant fake out

Spoiler

Also, what’d you mean by “deja vu” with my prologue thing

 

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

1 hour ago, Rynturning_Light said:

Yeah, that’s what I’d realistically do if I do write it, having the actual action/progression start after the switch

Basically a giant fake out

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Also, what’d you mean by “deja vu” with my prologue thing

 

Wdym what do I mean? I read it, and I got Déjà vu. Not sure why. I’ve probably read a similar prologue before. 

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

9 hours ago, Through The Living Ash said:

Wdym what do I mean? I read it, and I got Déjà vu. Not sure why. I’ve probably read a similar prologue before. 

Ah, I thought you were making a reference to something lol