I was a dreamer before you went and let me down —
It has been years since she was last in the Gates, and she wishes she could say whether or not it looked the same. But her memories are hazy things, worn from time and not so clearly recalled. Her mother had lived here, once, so very long ago—she remembers Magnus and Joelle, she remembers her father sometimes visiting and the way he had smelled of ice and snow, and she remembers how she had left this place behind to trail after Cronus to the Chamber and let her life be pulled apart at the seams.
Returning to somewhere old seemed like an odd place for a new start, but somehow it was the only place that made sense.
To go back to the beginning, to see if there was any chance at all that she could rewrite her story.
Changed or not, it is still a beautiful place, and it is no wonder that it had once been known as Heaven’s Gates: the lush hills that were covered in wildflowers, the trees that sat gilded by the setting sun, and the faint scent of lavender on the breeze. The tension that she had not realized was there slowly uncoiled in her chest, her large, doe-like brown eyes seeming to soften further as the worry ebbed away. She tried to let herself hold onto the tranquility, to not chase it away with the fear that it would not last long, or that it was not meant for her to have.
The path that she is on follows the outskirts of the kingdom, and while she did not expect it to be especially crowded, she is not surprised when she happens across someone else. She knew where to go if she did not want to be found, a path in a kingdom is not one of them. When her eyes first meet his—and the first thing she notices is how vividly blue they are—there is a smile that starts to form as a reflex, but the sight of electricity sparking across his skin causes it to falter, and she comes to a stop.
She had been gone for a long time, and the sight of magic still sometimes caused her to grow wary, but though her smile is now a cautious one it is still nonetheless friendly. “Hello,” she starts off kindly, but her eyes cannot seem to tear themselves away from the lightning on his skin, and after a pause that stretches for a moment too long she cannot stop herself from asking, “does that hurt at all?”
Returning to somewhere old seemed like an odd place for a new start, but somehow it was the only place that made sense.
To go back to the beginning, to see if there was any chance at all that she could rewrite her story.
Changed or not, it is still a beautiful place, and it is no wonder that it had once been known as Heaven’s Gates: the lush hills that were covered in wildflowers, the trees that sat gilded by the setting sun, and the faint scent of lavender on the breeze. The tension that she had not realized was there slowly uncoiled in her chest, her large, doe-like brown eyes seeming to soften further as the worry ebbed away. She tried to let herself hold onto the tranquility, to not chase it away with the fear that it would not last long, or that it was not meant for her to have.
The path that she is on follows the outskirts of the kingdom, and while she did not expect it to be especially crowded, she is not surprised when she happens across someone else. She knew where to go if she did not want to be found, a path in a kingdom is not one of them. When her eyes first meet his—and the first thing she notices is how vividly blue they are—there is a smile that starts to form as a reflex, but the sight of electricity sparking across his skin causes it to falter, and she comes to a stop.
She had been gone for a long time, and the sight of magic still sometimes caused her to grow wary, but though her smile is now a cautious one it is still nonetheless friendly. “Hello,” she starts off kindly, but her eyes cannot seem to tear themselves away from the lightning on his skin, and after a pause that stretches for a moment too long she cannot stop herself from asking, “does that hurt at all?”
KENNICE
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Gale