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rainbowfic2014-08-02 05:45 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2014-08-02 05:45 pm
Bistre #25, Fish Blue #13, Aqua #10
Name: shadowsong26
Story: At the End
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bistre #25. That is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike., Fish Blue #13. Yellow stingray, Aqua #10. Drown
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Skindiving), photography, frame, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card G1 "memories"), seed beads, novelty beads (Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire. - John Dewey), glitter ("A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself." – Abraham Maslow), glue ("You can't help but think about certain things over and over again. It seems as if no one understands the complexity of your thoughts now.")
Word Count: 200
Rating: R
Characters: Rema
Warnings: Character death, references to war
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
I fought a war. I won a war.
I fought from the shadows, for years--for decades--before we were able to bring the war to the surface. I trained dozens of spies, hundreds of secret soldiers. I watched them fight and win and lose and live and die, and I look at the the nation--at the world--my nephew has built, and I know.
I did this. I won this. Even if no one else knows this, I know. At the end of all things, I have my victory. I have this.
But the faces of the men and women I sent to their deaths, to their arrests--the faces of the men and women I had killed because they were in the way of the brighter future I was building...you know, it used to be I never thought of them. And now they are all I can see.
I am slipping away and for all the progress my nephew has made, for all that I and my Movement have built, it isn't enough. Sometimes I worry that it will never be enough.
I won a war. I won.
But now I'm dying just the same.
Story: At the End
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bistre #25. That is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike., Fish Blue #13. Yellow stingray, Aqua #10. Drown
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Skindiving), photography, frame, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card G1 "memories"), seed beads, novelty beads (Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire. - John Dewey), glitter ("A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself." – Abraham Maslow), glue ("You can't help but think about certain things over and over again. It seems as if no one understands the complexity of your thoughts now.")
Word Count: 200
Rating: R
Characters: Rema
Warnings: Character death, references to war
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
I fought a war. I won a war.
I fought from the shadows, for years--for decades--before we were able to bring the war to the surface. I trained dozens of spies, hundreds of secret soldiers. I watched them fight and win and lose and live and die, and I look at the the nation--at the world--my nephew has built, and I know.
I did this. I won this. Even if no one else knows this, I know. At the end of all things, I have my victory. I have this.
But the faces of the men and women I sent to their deaths, to their arrests--the faces of the men and women I had killed because they were in the way of the brighter future I was building...you know, it used to be I never thought of them. And now they are all I can see.
I am slipping away and for all the progress my nephew has made, for all that I and my Movement have built, it isn't enough. Sometimes I worry that it will never be enough.
I won a war. I won.
But now I'm dying just the same.
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It...sort of does? Rema doesn't actually regret any of the choices she made, any of the deaths she caused. But she does gain a certain perspective about her role in things, at least.
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Because Rema said it herself, man. I'm not going to impinge on her by saying more than she did :X.
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