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Okay, I know I just posted a status update like two seconds ago, but!!! I've been working a lot on my prologue and wanted to see what y'all thought. I think it's pretty jazzy (*cough cough* @Shining Silhouette *winkwinkwink*) so far. 

OH! AND LISTEN TO LOFI!!!

Prologue


 

Late summer leaves rustled in emerald-shod trees, a stale wind combing its fingers through tall grasses that would soon dry out. Stray chickens roamed the plains, some chased by feral cats while others quested for food. The twilight burned golden as the sun fled from the battlefield that was the sky, bleeding lava as it disappeared over the Airedge mountains. Soon, a slice of moon stoically stepped up to shine in the sun’s place, watching the stars dance around it in their nightly ritual.

Below it all, a young girl–barely 12–stared at the ceiling of her small Riesen home, hands fidgeting restlessly with her fluffy dark ringlets. Mira’s mattress was coarse and itchy, the blankets kicked to the foot of the bed in tangled heaps. Her heartbeat was heavy, her body hot with anxiety and anger, yellow-orange eyes burning like hot coals. 

It felt like a thousand years had passed since she’d lost control; it was impossible to believe that it had only been mere hours. Images flashed behind her eyes and her body groaned in protest as she sat up against the wall, trying to shake memories of the burning archives from her mind. Millennias worth of knowledge… gone. It was a crime like none that had ever been committed, even if it had been an accident. What would they do to her? And what were they doing with Arson? They wouldn’t just kill him; she knew that. They weren’t allowed to kill him. …Right?

She was jolted from her thoughts as the door to her small bedroom slammed against the wall, and a tall, dark-haired woman with intense eyeliner and high cheekbones swept into the room. Her long robes tickled the floor, and Mira couldn’t decide whether the silk was black or purple. 

“Get up,” the woman barked, eyes narrowing sternly. Her hand lashed forward and yanked Mira up by the arm, her claw-like fingernails digging into Mira’s skin. 

The girl yelped and tried to plant her feet on the cold stone floor. “Where’s Arson?”

The woman clenched her jaw and dragged Mira down the hall. A sudden dagger of realization stabbed her chest and she tried to scramble away, but to no avail.“You can’t Strip me!” Mira screamed, her voice high with hysteria. “You can’t make me go!” 

The clawed woman snarled and prowled closer, her grip so tight that Mira’s tan arm was going blue. “You will remain silent, Dethridge, unless told otherwise. Do you understand?”

She whimpered.

“Speak up!”

Mira nodded largely, the motion taking place of the beats her irrepressibly afraid heart missed.

“Good. Now shut your insolent mouth and do what you’re told.” The woman whose name Mira was terrified to ask yanked her outside and down the gravel path.

The night air was frigid for the summer. But as a chill skittered down Mira’s spine and shot through her whole body, she realized that maybe it wasn’t cold outside at all. Feverish sweat beaded on the back of her neck. Shivers forced goosebumps to pop up all over her body. She felt her heart pounding in her ears. Her fingers were tingling fiercely, on the verge of numbness.

As they turned the corner, a sudden wave of nausea punched Mira’s gut when she saw what awaited her.

Okay, I'm leaving now cuz I have to pee. o7

FRE SHA VOCA DO! Kajsa --> out