Trapped in a World of Thorns

[Lexi1753 22]

This all started during man’s war, when she had lost her husband, the father of her child.

The first thorn had pierced her heart, having her love bleed and ruin. 

 

The second thorn would scratch at her mind, “Awful mother.” “Your child is doomed.” “Selfish husband.” Words that stung and picked at her everyday. 

 

The third thorn would caress her ears, a leading song that would call to her, wanting her to approach. She would ignore it, focusing on trying to be a mother, but it grew louder, it begged for her to find it. So she did, she found the song, and it devoured her. Her body, her mind, her soul. All eaten and remolded, spat out as something new. 

 

The fourth thorn was horror, what was she now? Was her body made of plants? How would others react…. Her son ran away from her, being adopted by one she called a friend. She tried her hardest to understand, but every time something new would happen. Yet she felt more in control of herself than she had ever been. She felt ready for the world. 

 

Through time many more thorns would try to pierce her, to harm her. She was stronger now, and with the merging of her soul and a fae’s soul, she was able to handle more. Stronger together, is what they were. She became a druid, she learnt more about her new body and nature. Her son talks to her, she even has a daughter now. Life was well, so why did this one thorn prick her. Why did she gamble with the musin? 

It was just a game, no real harm was meant to happen. She was losing the game at first, but then she started winning and winning and winning, she felt cocky, and said they could do one more roll. She lost. The gamble was her eyes, but her new body could regenerate her eyes, right? 

 

The pain, the darkness, it started to make her panic. Why aren’t her eyes healing properly, why can’t she see yet. Even Fae couldn’t give her an answer, she began to lose herself. It felt like thorns were growing where her eyes used to be. She started to become desperate, every stumble, every corner she would bump into. She was strong, but now felt weaker than ever before. She prayed to the aspects, she asked for help from her fae, she begged for help, but would help arrive. 

 

Deep within her mind, her fae stirs and speaks, "I merged with this dark elf, and I have seen much of the pain she has experienced. I have seen others harm her, and choices she has made which harm herself, even her children aren’t safe from their own choices. "

"It seems it is time I start to play my cards. As her fae, and for the sake of our own survival."

"I call out to a higher power, grant us something, so we may see again, so we may move forward. So that I can help this poor girl reach higher and finally protect those she cares about."

"Whatever the cost…"

[Vertigo_Round 328]

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