As Care lays her head down for the night, eyes fluttering closed, she never notices a butterfly flittering into her room. As it descends upon her head, golden colors flickering across her room, it disappears as if soaking into her mind.
Care's eyes shot open. The smell of sweat and ash hung heavy in the air, the cacaphony of yelling and pain filled her ears so fully she had to cover them just to get her mind straight. Instead of the familiar bed beneath her, dirt mixed with blood pooled around her. Her head swirled as she tried to steady her racing thoughts - how had she gotten here? Where was here? She staggered as she pushed herself up from the ground, swaying on weak legs. How long had she been out?
Dirt coated her skin, sticking where blood and sweat held it. She lifted her weary eyes, gagging as her eyes took in the scene before her. Bodies laid sprawled out in unceremonious ways like dolls that had been tossed aside by a bored child. She willed herself to look away, but her eyes took in every lifeless husk around her. She'd never seen so much death and pain in one space. It took everything within her in order to keep her stomach from losing itself on the ground by her feet.
Her feet moved as if on its own, taking her closer to where the battle raged the strongest. She looked to her side, and noticed the tent where the injured were being dragged off of the field. Why didn't she head that way? That was safety, that's where she could get away from this sickening place and keep her life. Yet, something pushed her forward.
She stumbled, falling face first onto the ground. She spat out dirt and the taste of copper filled her mouth. She prayed it was her own blood. Her head turned over her shoulder to see what had caused her fall and she cried out. Finger nails dug themselves into the ground and drug her away from the body she had tripped over. His blank eyes stared after her, unfeeling.
Somehow her feet made their way back under her and she was running. Naiad with their shinning scales flashed past her, swimming towards angels and demons with their spears raised above their heads ready to meet their marks. By their side were stalky Faun, muscles rippling beneath their pelts, setting their arrows to the air towards the enemy line. Her fellow comrades had wings flared and shinning swords and crested shields rising up to meet the enemy's hoard. The clash was so immense, it's power threw her off of her feet and sent her sailing through the air.
When she landed she didn't hesitate to jump back on her feet. There was no way she'd make it if she kept on like this. She went to turn away from the scene, but her feet were stuck. She turned to face where her feet forced her and her heart clenched. The cries of the child before her hit her ears so hard it drowned out the battle around her. Why was there a child here!?
A tiny Faun huddled under a charred tree. It's fur was singed and eyes bloodshot from crying, but now all it could manage was sad whimpers. It's body was shaking as it attempted self comfort in rocking back and forth. Even though it was a child of the enemy, there was no way she could just leave it on its own. It didn't deserve this any more than she did. She had to get to it, but at the same time... Did she really have to? Or really want to?
It would just grow up and cause this war all over again. If she walked away now she could leave it to be dealt with by fate or the Guardians or whatever and save herself. Even save others. What would she do with it anyways if she pulled it off the battlefield? It wouldn't make it out there in the cruel world – Care’s comrades would kill it anyway. Saving an enemy child would make her a fugitive.
She gasped. The child didn't see the impeding danger but she did. A dark colored demon with swirling purple wisps began to stalk it, dagger slowly drawing up to striking position. In one easy blow the child would be done for. Another round of species would be eliminated, saving them the pain, but at the same time... She could save it. She could throw herself in the way of the blade and protect innocence from the cruel hand of war.
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What happens next?
It is up to you to finish Care's dream sequence!
You have until –March 13th, 2018-- to complete the task in order to move on to the next step.
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Care's eyes shot open. The smell of sweat and ash hung heavy in the air, the cacaphony of yelling and pain filled her ears so fully she had to cover them just to get her mind straight. Instead of the familiar bed beneath her, dirt mixed with blood pooled around her. Her head swirled as she tried to steady her racing thoughts - how had she gotten here? Where was here? She staggered as she pushed herself up from the ground, swaying on weak legs. How long had she been out?
Dirt coated her skin, sticking where blood and sweat held it. She lifted her weary eyes, gagging as her eyes took in the scene before her. Bodies laid sprawled out in unceremonious ways like dolls that had been tossed aside by a bored child. She willed herself to look away, but her eyes took in every lifeless husk around her. She'd never seen so much death and pain in one space. It took everything within her in order to keep her stomach from losing itself on the ground by her feet.
Her feet moved as if on its own, taking her closer to where the battle raged the strongest. She looked to her side, and noticed the tent where the injured were being dragged off of the field. Why didn't she head that way? That was safety, that's where she could get away from this sickening place and keep her life. Yet, something pushed her forward.
She stumbled, falling face first onto the ground. She spat out dirt and the taste of copper filled her mouth. She prayed it was her own blood. Her head turned over her shoulder to see what had caused her fall and she cried out. Finger nails dug themselves into the ground and drug her away from the body she had tripped over. His blank eyes stared after her, unfeeling.
Somehow her feet made their way back under her and she was running. Naiad with their shinning scales flashed past her, swimming towards angels and demons with their spears raised above their heads ready to meet their marks. By their side were stalky Faun, muscles rippling beneath their pelts, setting their arrows to the air towards the enemy line. Her fellow comrades had wings flared and shinning swords and crested shields rising up to meet the enemy's hoard. The clash was so immense, it's power threw her off of her feet and sent her sailing through the air.
When she landed she didn't hesitate to jump back on her feet. There was no way she'd make it if she kept on like this. She went to turn away from the scene, but her feet were stuck. She turned to face where her feet forced her and her heart clenched. The cries of the child before her hit her ears so hard it drowned out the battle around her. Why was there a child here!?
A tiny Faun huddled under a charred tree. It's fur was singed and eyes bloodshot from crying, but now all it could manage was sad whimpers. It's body was shaking as it attempted self comfort in rocking back and forth. Even though it was a child of the enemy, there was no way she could just leave it on its own. It didn't deserve this any more than she did. She had to get to it, but at the same time... Did she really have to? Or really want to?
It would just grow up and cause this war all over again. If she walked away now she could leave it to be dealt with by fate or the Guardians or whatever and save herself. Even save others. What would she do with it anyways if she pulled it off the battlefield? It wouldn't make it out there in the cruel world – Care’s comrades would kill it anyway. Saving an enemy child would make her a fugitive.
She gasped. The child didn't see the impeding danger but she did. A dark colored demon with swirling purple wisps began to stalk it, dagger slowly drawing up to striking position. In one easy blow the child would be done for. Another round of species would be eliminated, saving them the pain, but at the same time... She could save it. She could throw herself in the way of the blade and protect innocence from the cruel hand of war.
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What happens next?
It is up to you to finish Care's dream sequence!
You have until –March 13th, 2018-- to complete the task in order to move on to the next step.
Twitchapher the 3rd
