05-20-2021, 08:45 AM
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He wasn’t quite sure where he belonged - he was something in between, a rift between life and death, ‘good’ and ‘bad’. He was born into this world with a rift of powers: one to revive the flora so close to life, and one to call upon the dead. So far, he had yet to do much of either- so far, he felt as though he was teetering on the precipice of what he could be, of what direction to take.
If he was older, perhaps he would realize that things are not so black and white. There is no deciding factor on ‘good’ and ‘evil’ in this world. Rather, it is a fine and thin line that one chooses to cross each and every day. To Wu, however, it felt like the powers he was given at birth was a delineating question that once answered, would echo throughout his life. Perhaps if he had spent more time here, he would see that every soul is a mix of sweet and sour, that we are all a little more grey and not so much black and white. But the naivety of young souls always outshines - and so he remained wobbling and unsure of who he really was.
He felt volatile, unstable, a constant battle waging in his heart of which way to go. And so he went nowhere. He spent his youth in the dark woods, neither summoning or reviving - simply hiding. He conversed only to the birds, whispered to the dark things in the night, and found friends in the fauna. But what kind of life is that? A solitary and soulless (how ironic) one. It was a life bordering on insanity (and oh, what a dangerous place to spiral to). He knew, somewhere on the edges of his sanity, that remaining in that coven of a woods would break him.
And so he left, picking his way through the dense woods until the trees thinned and out into the field he stepped.
wu
go ahead and say death is a thief
He wasn’t quite sure where he belonged - he was something in between, a rift between life and death, ‘good’ and ‘bad’. He was born into this world with a rift of powers: one to revive the flora so close to life, and one to call upon the dead. So far, he had yet to do much of either- so far, he felt as though he was teetering on the precipice of what he could be, of what direction to take.
If he was older, perhaps he would realize that things are not so black and white. There is no deciding factor on ‘good’ and ‘evil’ in this world. Rather, it is a fine and thin line that one chooses to cross each and every day. To Wu, however, it felt like the powers he was given at birth was a delineating question that once answered, would echo throughout his life. Perhaps if he had spent more time here, he would see that every soul is a mix of sweet and sour, that we are all a little more grey and not so much black and white. But the naivety of young souls always outshines - and so he remained wobbling and unsure of who he really was.
He felt volatile, unstable, a constant battle waging in his heart of which way to go. And so he went nowhere. He spent his youth in the dark woods, neither summoning or reviving - simply hiding. He conversed only to the birds, whispered to the dark things in the night, and found friends in the fauna. But what kind of life is that? A solitary and soulless (how ironic) one. It was a life bordering on insanity (and oh, what a dangerous place to spiral to). He knew, somewhere on the edges of his sanity, that remaining in that coven of a woods would break him.
And so he left, picking his way through the dense woods until the trees thinned and out into the field he stepped.