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rainbowfic2014-01-06 04:47 pm
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Atomic Tangerine 1 - Eraser - Miniature Collection - Fingerpainting - Photography
Name: Kana
Title: Diary
Story: Shadows in the distance
Characters: Caithlynn
Colors: Atomic Tangerine 1. apocalyptic log
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Apocalyptic AU) – Miniature Collection – Fingerpainting (diary style) - Photography
Word count: 759
Rating: PG
Warnings: Warning for the end of the world
Summary: Caithlynn keeping a diary during the war
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
It's time. The world is moving. Towards the Shadows. And there is no escaping it. I know it. My mother knows it. The others might feel it.
It's time. The wind is restless. It turns and turns and turns. Not knowing what direction to choose.
It is time...
-
I'm scared. I want nothing more but to return home. To the safety of the open fire in the middle of the house, to the safety of my mother's arms.
But I can't. I know I can't. Not if I want to give this world a chance to survive. Not if I want to survive.
But I'm scared. Terrified. I'm not a fighter. I've never been. Why did the Elements chose me? Why did...
Scared...
-
My Dragon, Taigiri, tells me we are meant to be. And it's true. I believe him. There is a connection between us. A bond... It's... pretty comforting when I'm longing for home. Because it kinda feels like home.
My Dragon also tells me I am meant to be the Wielder of Air, meant to fight the Shadows and save the world. I'm not yet sure of that though...
-
We met another Wielder today. And his Dragon. His name is Alan. The Dragon is Naigendra. The Wielder of Fire. But he's cold as ice. And distant. I can't believe he acts like that. Or perhaps it isn't an act. Perhaps he just is...
I don't think I can work with someone like that. With someone that cold. How could I ever form a bond of trust?
He seems unafraid. As if... As if fighting means nothing to him. No, not unafraid. Uncaring. As if the faith of the world means nothing to him.
-
Taigiri tells me that Naigendra told him that Alan is not how he acts.
I would love to believe him. But how can I, when he still acts this cold and uncaring and... Why does he keep his distance like this? He doesn't speak if it's not necesary...
I'm sure he doesn't even trust me. In fact, I find it very hard to trust him...
-
It's been a while since I last wrote something here... A lot has happened since then. We found Frey. A kid of eight. The Wielder of Air.
A kid. Eight. A Wielder. How...
It isn't fair. The kid shouldn't be exposed to the dangers of a war. He shouldn't have to carry the faith of the world on his shoulders...
-
Tired. The battles render me tired. Alan is still cold and uncaring. But at least now I know I can trust him. He saved my life countless of times. And Frey's. And we saved him. And...
We still dislike each other. But we work together. As we have to. It's not as it should be. But it's enough. I hope...
-
We lost the last Wielder. The Wielder of Earth. A young girl, I think my age. With flaming red hair. Tessa. Lost her when we just met her. A surprise attack. We weren't prepared. No one, not even the Dragons, had felt it coming. Dark Wielders. We still don't know how they could have managed to stay hidden from us...
-
Another battle. More injuries. Frey's Dragon severely hurt his wing. My leg is... Well, it's bad. Alan's arm. Frey got a blow to the head. He's still seeing black spots when he turns too quickly.
-
The battles keep on coming. No rest. Not enough rest. The Shadow coming closer. And we are not strong enough. Not nearly strong enough. We... No more faith. And the certainty we're going to lose...
-
Frey is lying in my arms. Near dead. Pale. So pale. His Dragon suffering just as much. Alan is looking at me. Desperately. And I can do nothing but look back, just as desperate.
There are tears on my face. And I...
Is this how it is going to end?
-
Darkness. I can barely see what I am writing.
Frey is gone. His Dragon too. And Alan. Wounded badly, lying next to me. And me. Wounded just as badly. Our Dragons keep watch at the entrance of the cave we are hiding in. Hurt just as much as we are. They couldn't possibly fight. And still...
-
Alan is holding my hand, and still I write. Why do I still write. There is nothing to write for. The world is about to end. The world will be shattered. Destroyed... And it won't take long anymore.
Mum...
I'm scared...
Title: Diary
Story: Shadows in the distance
Characters: Caithlynn
Colors: Atomic Tangerine 1. apocalyptic log
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Apocalyptic AU) – Miniature Collection – Fingerpainting (diary style) - Photography
Word count: 759
Rating: PG
Warnings: Warning for the end of the world
Summary: Caithlynn keeping a diary during the war
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
It's time. The world is moving. Towards the Shadows. And there is no escaping it. I know it. My mother knows it. The others might feel it.
It's time. The wind is restless. It turns and turns and turns. Not knowing what direction to choose.
It is time...
-
I'm scared. I want nothing more but to return home. To the safety of the open fire in the middle of the house, to the safety of my mother's arms.
But I can't. I know I can't. Not if I want to give this world a chance to survive. Not if I want to survive.
But I'm scared. Terrified. I'm not a fighter. I've never been. Why did the Elements chose me? Why did...
Scared...
-
My Dragon, Taigiri, tells me we are meant to be. And it's true. I believe him. There is a connection between us. A bond... It's... pretty comforting when I'm longing for home. Because it kinda feels like home.
My Dragon also tells me I am meant to be the Wielder of Air, meant to fight the Shadows and save the world. I'm not yet sure of that though...
-
We met another Wielder today. And his Dragon. His name is Alan. The Dragon is Naigendra. The Wielder of Fire. But he's cold as ice. And distant. I can't believe he acts like that. Or perhaps it isn't an act. Perhaps he just is...
I don't think I can work with someone like that. With someone that cold. How could I ever form a bond of trust?
He seems unafraid. As if... As if fighting means nothing to him. No, not unafraid. Uncaring. As if the faith of the world means nothing to him.
-
Taigiri tells me that Naigendra told him that Alan is not how he acts.
I would love to believe him. But how can I, when he still acts this cold and uncaring and... Why does he keep his distance like this? He doesn't speak if it's not necesary...
I'm sure he doesn't even trust me. In fact, I find it very hard to trust him...
-
It's been a while since I last wrote something here... A lot has happened since then. We found Frey. A kid of eight. The Wielder of Air.
A kid. Eight. A Wielder. How...
It isn't fair. The kid shouldn't be exposed to the dangers of a war. He shouldn't have to carry the faith of the world on his shoulders...
-
Tired. The battles render me tired. Alan is still cold and uncaring. But at least now I know I can trust him. He saved my life countless of times. And Frey's. And we saved him. And...
We still dislike each other. But we work together. As we have to. It's not as it should be. But it's enough. I hope...
-
We lost the last Wielder. The Wielder of Earth. A young girl, I think my age. With flaming red hair. Tessa. Lost her when we just met her. A surprise attack. We weren't prepared. No one, not even the Dragons, had felt it coming. Dark Wielders. We still don't know how they could have managed to stay hidden from us...
-
Another battle. More injuries. Frey's Dragon severely hurt his wing. My leg is... Well, it's bad. Alan's arm. Frey got a blow to the head. He's still seeing black spots when he turns too quickly.
-
The battles keep on coming. No rest. Not enough rest. The Shadow coming closer. And we are not strong enough. Not nearly strong enough. We... No more faith. And the certainty we're going to lose...
-
Frey is lying in my arms. Near dead. Pale. So pale. His Dragon suffering just as much. Alan is looking at me. Desperately. And I can do nothing but look back, just as desperate.
There are tears on my face. And I...
Is this how it is going to end?
-
Darkness. I can barely see what I am writing.
Frey is gone. His Dragon too. And Alan. Wounded badly, lying next to me. And me. Wounded just as badly. Our Dragons keep watch at the entrance of the cave we are hiding in. Hurt just as much as we are. They couldn't possibly fight. And still...
-
Alan is holding my hand, and still I write. Why do I still write. There is nothing to write for. The world is about to end. The world will be shattered. Destroyed... And it won't take long anymore.
Mum...
I'm scared...
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In canon, she might have some happier notes, yes. :-)
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But yeah, in this one at least Alan is still by her side. For now... :-/
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This is such a dark AU but interesting all the same.
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Glad to hear you still find it interesting. ^^