The Awakened Salad

More rain. Ana fiddled with her skirt, a muted green, as she sat at the kitchen table. Her plate lay empty in front of her, not even a hint of crumbs remaining. The rain pattered on the roof, and the sky outside was grey. She kept her head down, her eyes avoiding the empty seat on the other side of the table, like the way one’s eye avoids the beggars on the streets. Before . . . her father used to dine with her outside, in the gardens. They’d drink juices and he’d tell stories of The Court of Gods. She would listen with rapt attention as he painted pictures of dazzling hues and brilliant displays. He told her how the gods could awaken objects with a single word and perform wonderful miracles. Her toes curled and her fists clenched, scrunching up her skirt. That was before. Ana looked up. The walls stared back at her, peeling, faded, a dull off-white. The house was silent – her father had not yet risen from bed. It was worse, on rainy days, he said. Silently, she stood up and brushed the crumbs from her skirt, before realising that there were none at all. She crossed the room and into a short hallway, bare feet on wood. Pushing open the door, Ana poked her head into her father’s room. Beneath the thin sheet, he slept, his face contorted into a look of frustration. Ana pulled the door closed and shut the door with a click, turning around and entering her own tiny room. She went to the far corner, pushed her bedroll aside and pried up one of the floorboards. Under it was a small box of her possessions, things she couldn’t bear to lose when they left their home, two years ago. In it was an old comb, which she ran through her hair, though she didn’t need to. She’d sold her hair for a spindle of wool some months ago, and her hair was only now just coming to rest by her chin. The motion calmed her, however, reminding her of her mother’s gentle touch as she brushed Ana’s hair each night before bed. She replaced the comb and shut the box, tucking it safely away under the floor, and pulling her bedroll on top. Ana stood up, wishing she had a mirror, then turned and strode out of the house. The rain had stopped, and the sun poked through clouds, shining gentle rays onto the city. She looked straight ahead, face set, and started walking. Her hands she hid in their pockets, to hide their shaking.

I'm doing a Golden Deer run at the moment, and I'm about three chapters after the timeskip. I can't wait to finally get some answers about Byleth and the crests. I did a Blue Lions run first and, while I love Blue Lions, it left me with so many unanswered questions about the lore.

Sorry if this has been done before, but I had this thought: This is more of a what if scenario than a theory or anything, but ever since I finished Era 1, I've always wondered how the books would've differed if Preservation ended up as the main antagonist instead of Ruin. Like instead of saving the world from destruction, maybe the crew now have to save it from stasis? As Ruin says in Secret History: Since Mistborn already has so much trope deconstruction and subversion, I don't think it'd be too far-fetched if Brandon turned around and was like "hey, you know that evil malevolent force I've been foreshadowing this whole time? Yeah well now everyone has to work with it to stop the end of the world", albeit "the end of the world" in a different sense. I'm not sure exactly how much it would change the story (it has been a few years since I've read Era 1), but I think it would've made for some interesting character dynamics. Maybe this time Preservation sealed Ruin in the Well to stop him from interfering with Preservation's plan of freezing the world, and in Hero of Ages maybe Vin and the crew are actively searching for the missing atium. Though this probably means The Lord Ruler's backstory would have to completely change, and actually, the Final Empire would probably be completely different. And Secret History . . . well, I don't know what would happen there, except that it would have to be completely reworked. I think Mistborn does a pretty good job of establishing that Ruin or Preservation are neither truly good or evil, but that they're both necessary, but it would've been cool to see their roles reversed.

Hey guys, I was directed here by Honorless (sorry, not sure how to tag people) in my intro thread. I've never been in an RP before but I'd love to join if you'll have me. Also, would someone be able to explain to me how it all works exactly?

Granted, but whenever you use your powers you have an itch that moves to a different part of your body whenever you scratch it. I wish for a lifetime supply of cheese.

My Awakening Command? It was “don’t get eaten”. Since then, I have gone through extreme measures to avoid consumption. Alas, as an awakened object, I cannot give you any breath. I’ve never participated in an RP before but it sounds fun, so I’ll check it out. Sorry if the formatting is weird, I’m on mobile.

Hi everyone! I stumbled across this site about two years ago just before the release of Oathbringer. After accidentally spoiling the ending of Bands of Mourning for myself I decided to finish the rest of the cosmere (well, all of it that I could get my hands on) until coming back here. So now I'm finally here to discuss all my random thoughts and weird ideas that hopefully make sense (no guarantees though). Also, do you still offer cookies? If so, I would definitely like one.