Love Is So Wise And Pretty (Dear Fellow Traveler)
"A person will be created that will bring destruction to the world.
They will be chosen as the destroyer, and their fate cannot be changed—it is their destiny—no matter how hard they try, no matter how many years they may spend in isolation and peacekeeping. They will burn the world to the ground—salt it, and leave nothing behind, not even themselves. Only the vague remnants and colossal wreck of what once was.
They will be immortal and all powerful, they will live and breathe as a person, their eyes and ears keen and indistinguishable from the rest.
They will be identified by these accomplishments: they will spill first blood at age five—kill a man at age ten, kill twenty at age fifteen.
At age twenty they will burn down their first village and at age twenty-five they will massacre an entire kingdom.
They will all try to run—of course, they will build walls and cower in corners but they always found them. Sometimes they beg, others chose to jump from cliffs rather than face the long overdue reckoning.
And sometimes,
They will stare back, with eyes as empty as their killer—and welcome it with a cold embrace.
Those are the ones who are envied the most."
From Fraus, Novel Seer and Mage
To Sienna, Novel of nothing or something dumb because she's like that
P.S don't you dare even think of showing anyone this letter, you and I will both get in too much trouble! Also, you don't even need to worry about this, Miss Lisa said Seers prophesize horrible crap happening all the time, but still, it was cool to read tea leaves.
Sienna folded and unfolded the yellow piece of paper a few times, she had done the action so much that the middle of the page had a small hole forming in the center of it. She flipped the note over looking at the back again and once again found it blank. She stuffed it back into her pocket once she saw two small nosey eyes trying to read words that were far too big and long and adult.
"What if I gave you two sweets instead. What about that Nikolai?" Sienna looked at the voice, it was Hazel, she was a short pale and blonde human, she looked as if from a storybook, a light red dress with an apron coiled around her lightly dusted with flour and sweet testing things. She looked as if she could have blended into her wallpaper, if it wasn't for her striking green eyes. They were mesmerizing and Sienna caught herself looking at them a little too hard some days.
The kid Hazel was talking to was Nikolai, he's around five years old, a loud annoying, energetic little bug, a goblin, maybe even a monster. The two siblings didn't have much in common, other than growing up in the same family and having the same bright fiery orange hair that sprouted on the top of their heads. Nikolai turned away from Sienna and the letter still white knuckled in her hand. Shaking his head, so much the hood nearly fell off his head, he leapt onto one of the stools Hazel kept in her kitchen—which was the biggest room in her house. She was a baker after all.
Sienna muttered something under her breath about ungrateful siblings as Nikolai grabbed one of Hazel's pot spoons. Adjusting her cloak annoyed by the thick cloth and heavy lining. Everyone in their whole family had to wear one when going out to the village—since people with bright flaming orange hair were hanged for witchcraft and bringing bad luck.
None of them ever cared for magic—yet the colour of one's hair seemed like enough evidence to be murdered without a trial.
'People become scared with things they don't understand' that's what her papa says, 'The longer it takes for them to understand, the longer they could be in danger.' Sienna understood it well, but the idea of her, or her younger brother who couldn't even hold a utensil properly being the threat was certainly an exaggeration. There were many things people deemed a threat, winged folk, cat folk, lizard folk, magic users that aren't from churches or other wider spiritual beliefs.
She knows she's one of the luckers ones, one of the nicer looking ones, Sienna's been told the stories, after all, who hasn't? Who hasn't seen the still pictures on old leather bound books of the people with unnatural shaped mouths and unsettling appearances. The reader always gives them hissing voices and jagged scars across their face.
She pulled the hood over her head, she could practically sense Nikolai's disheveled thoughts. The feeling of finally wanting something, he clumsy spun and knocked the spoon on the counter, swinging his feet as he thought.
"Sienna promised she'd tell me a story—a real one this time."
Nikolai's eyes widened with excitement, he stopped hitting the kitchen counter, when Sienna looked at him and grinned slyly, rolling her eyes with the utmost fondness. Nodding her head ever-so-slightly, leaning over resting her chin in the palm of her hand.
"Fine, but only for you Nikolai—let me think, do you know what the Seers and mages have prophesied?"
Nikolai's eyes widened more If that was even possible, his pupils taking up almost his whole face, mouth open in awe of what he would hear next. He shook his head twice—as he should, no one knew what any of the Seerers had prophesied. At least no one but Sienna, she knew the ins and outs of gossip. Also her auntie was a mage—but that's besides the point.
Hazel gave her a look. "That's too scary for him Sen," She turned to Nikolai worriedly. "Nikolai, this is a really scary story. I was even nervous when listening to it—and you know I'm fearless." She added with a wink and grin, Nikolai giggled happily. "The kid can handle it Hazel." She said over Nikolai's head, Hazel seemed to contemplate the thought. "What if it's true though? What if this is a real prophecy?" Sienna laughed, reassuring her friend.
"If it is real, then we're in a storybook, and they always have happy endings so I'm not too worried. Maybe Nikolai will be our savior."
Hazel and Sienna both giggled looking at the short kid, the idea of Nikolai being a knight in shining armor was reflected in her mind's eye. Too large armor with a small scruffy looking pony, Hazel nodded once as she clapped off the flour from her hands in a burst of white dust.
"I mean, the four kings will definitely think of something before the...
They will be chosen as the destroyer, and their fate cannot be changed—it is their destiny—no matter how hard they try, no matter how many years they may spend in isolation and peacekeeping. They will burn the world to the ground—salt it, and leave nothing behind, not even themselves. Only the vague remnants and colossal wreck of what once was.
They will be immortal and all powerful, they will live and breathe as a person, their eyes and ears keen and indistinguishable from the rest.
They will be identified by these accomplishments: they will spill first blood at age five—kill a man at age ten, kill twenty at age fifteen.
At age twenty they will burn down their first village and at age twenty-five they will massacre an entire kingdom.
They will all try to run—of course, they will build walls and cower in corners but they always found them. Sometimes they beg, others chose to jump from cliffs rather than face the long overdue reckoning.
And sometimes,
They will stare back, with eyes as empty as their killer—and welcome it with a cold embrace.
Those are the ones who are envied the most."
From Fraus, Novel Seer and Mage
To Sienna, Novel of nothing or something dumb because she's like that
P.S don't you dare even think of showing anyone this letter, you and I will both get in too much trouble! Also, you don't even need to worry about this, Miss Lisa said Seers prophesize horrible crap happening all the time, but still, it was cool to read tea leaves.
Sienna folded and unfolded the yellow piece of paper a few times, she had done the action so much that the middle of the page had a small hole forming in the center of it. She flipped the note over looking at the back again and once again found it blank. She stuffed it back into her pocket once she saw two small nosey eyes trying to read words that were far too big and long and adult.
"What if I gave you two sweets instead. What about that Nikolai?" Sienna looked at the voice, it was Hazel, she was a short pale and blonde human, she looked as if from a storybook, a light red dress with an apron coiled around her lightly dusted with flour and sweet testing things. She looked as if she could have blended into her wallpaper, if it wasn't for her striking green eyes. They were mesmerizing and Sienna caught herself looking at them a little too hard some days.
The kid Hazel was talking to was Nikolai, he's around five years old, a loud annoying, energetic little bug, a goblin, maybe even a monster. The two siblings didn't have much in common, other than growing up in the same family and having the same bright fiery orange hair that sprouted on the top of their heads. Nikolai turned away from Sienna and the letter still white knuckled in her hand. Shaking his head, so much the hood nearly fell off his head, he leapt onto one of the stools Hazel kept in her kitchen—which was the biggest room in her house. She was a baker after all.
Sienna muttered something under her breath about ungrateful siblings as Nikolai grabbed one of Hazel's pot spoons. Adjusting her cloak annoyed by the thick cloth and heavy lining. Everyone in their whole family had to wear one when going out to the village—since people with bright flaming orange hair were hanged for witchcraft and bringing bad luck.
None of them ever cared for magic—yet the colour of one's hair seemed like enough evidence to be murdered without a trial.
'People become scared with things they don't understand' that's what her papa says, 'The longer it takes for them to understand, the longer they could be in danger.' Sienna understood it well, but the idea of her, or her younger brother who couldn't even hold a utensil properly being the threat was certainly an exaggeration. There were many things people deemed a threat, winged folk, cat folk, lizard folk, magic users that aren't from churches or other wider spiritual beliefs.
She knows she's one of the luckers ones, one of the nicer looking ones, Sienna's been told the stories, after all, who hasn't? Who hasn't seen the still pictures on old leather bound books of the people with unnatural shaped mouths and unsettling appearances. The reader always gives them hissing voices and jagged scars across their face.
She pulled the hood over her head, she could practically sense Nikolai's disheveled thoughts. The feeling of finally wanting something, he clumsy spun and knocked the spoon on the counter, swinging his feet as he thought.
"Sienna promised she'd tell me a story—a real one this time."
Nikolai's eyes widened with excitement, he stopped hitting the kitchen counter, when Sienna looked at him and grinned slyly, rolling her eyes with the utmost fondness. Nodding her head ever-so-slightly, leaning over resting her chin in the palm of her hand.
"Fine, but only for you Nikolai—let me think, do you know what the Seers and mages have prophesied?"
Nikolai's eyes widened more If that was even possible, his pupils taking up almost his whole face, mouth open in awe of what he would hear next. He shook his head twice—as he should, no one knew what any of the Seerers had prophesied. At least no one but Sienna, she knew the ins and outs of gossip. Also her auntie was a mage—but that's besides the point.
Hazel gave her a look. "That's too scary for him Sen," She turned to Nikolai worriedly. "Nikolai, this is a really scary story. I was even nervous when listening to it—and you know I'm fearless." She added with a wink and grin, Nikolai giggled happily. "The kid can handle it Hazel." She said over Nikolai's head, Hazel seemed to contemplate the thought. "What if it's true though? What if this is a real prophecy?" Sienna laughed, reassuring her friend.
"If it is real, then we're in a storybook, and they always have happy endings so I'm not too worried. Maybe Nikolai will be our savior."
Hazel and Sienna both giggled looking at the short kid, the idea of Nikolai being a knight in shining armor was reflected in her mind's eye. Too large armor with a small scruffy looking pony, Hazel nodded once as she clapped off the flour from her hands in a burst of white dust.
"I mean, the four kings will definitely think of something before the...