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World collapse OCC
A cool breeze enters the open window, moving sheer curtains to the side. By the fireplace sits an elderly woman in a chair that rocks with each movement and a small child lies before her feet, completely entranced in the women's words, wrapped in a thick blanket.
"And the lovers never saw each other again…" The woman waved her hands in the air to signify the end of her tale.
"Tell it again, please Grandma!" Pleading eyes stared into cloudy ones.
With a chuckle, the older woman held out her arms to which the child fell into and gave her a tight squeeze, "Sweet sugar bug, tomorrow is another night." With a sad smile, the older woman hummed as she rocked the child to sleep.
Twenty years later~
Staring in the mirror, Elisha took a steady breath. I have to do this. There is no other way. In her hands was a folded piece of paper with the words "Grandmother" written on top. Placing it on the dresser, she grabbed her bag and walked towards the window. With one final glance around the room she thought, I'll be back. I promise. and jumped off the ledge.
Marvirn
"E-excuse me, c-can you tell me where I am?" These words were so foreign to her. Despite spending years studying them, Elisha felt awkward speaking them aloud and it showed. The scrawny looking man peered over at her suspiciously, "Hmm? Are you daft, girl? This is Marvirn. One of the largest towns in the land." Placing a hand under his chin, the man looked her up and down, "Where might you be from, girl? Maybe I can help you out, for a favor of course!"
Trust no one… A voice echoed in her thoughts.
"Eh, no thank you." She replied before scurrying off into the crowded street. The man called out behind her but she paid him no mind. Never had she seen so many people in one place. It was almost overwhelming for her.
There were people shouting for someone to look at their wares, arguing over prices, kids running around with no care in the world, strange animals scurrying around (some would bark while others would meow or cluck). There were women talking to each other with babes on their laps or arms while men carried heavy objects into buildings. All seemed lost in their own world as Elisha kept her cloak tight around her head. One thing she noticed was they all had the same ears save for her. It seemed the stories she was told proved to be true which meant it would be in her best interest to avoid any unnecessary interactions.
But how would she be able to find The Children of Sight?
A cool breeze enters the open window, moving sheer curtains to the side. By the fireplace sits an elderly woman in a chair that rocks with each movement and a small child lies before her feet, completely entranced in the women's words, wrapped in a thick blanket.
"And the lovers never saw each other again…" The woman waved her hands in the air to signify the end of her tale.
"Tell it again, please Grandma!" Pleading eyes stared into cloudy ones.
With a chuckle, the older woman held out her arms to which the child fell into and gave her a tight squeeze, "Sweet sugar bug, tomorrow is another night." With a sad smile, the older woman hummed as she rocked the child to sleep.
Twenty years later~
Staring in the mirror, Elisha took a steady breath. I have to do this. There is no other way. In her hands was a folded piece of paper with the words "Grandmother" written on top. Placing it on the dresser, she grabbed her bag and walked towards the window. With one final glance around the room she thought, I'll be back. I promise. and jumped off the ledge.
Marvirn
"E-excuse me, c-can you tell me where I am?" These words were so foreign to her. Despite spending years studying them, Elisha felt awkward speaking them aloud and it showed. The scrawny looking man peered over at her suspiciously, "Hmm? Are you daft, girl? This is Marvirn. One of the largest towns in the land." Placing a hand under his chin, the man looked her up and down, "Where might you be from, girl? Maybe I can help you out, for a favor of course!"
Trust no one… A voice echoed in her thoughts.
"Eh, no thank you." She replied before scurrying off into the crowded street. The man called out behind her but she paid him no mind. Never had she seen so many people in one place. It was almost overwhelming for her.
There were people shouting for someone to look at their wares, arguing over prices, kids running around with no care in the world, strange animals scurrying around (some would bark while others would meow or cluck). There were women talking to each other with babes on their laps or arms while men carried heavy objects into buildings. All seemed lost in their own world as Elisha kept her cloak tight around her head. One thing she noticed was they all had the same ears save for her. It seemed the stories she was told proved to be true which meant it would be in her best interest to avoid any unnecessary interactions.
But how would she be able to find The Children of Sight?