This is the first oneshot I've written and I ended up liking it a lot. It was supposed to have more focus on the bottle of medicine, but a cathedral will stick out anywhere! I'm not sure what part of the game this would take place in, now that I think about it. Altessa repaired Tabatha but still needs his pain medication I guess.
Here's the prompt I used for this one:
Place: a cathedral
Character: Tabatha
Object: a bottle of pain meds
Weather: Windy
Enjoy everyone!
The sunlight shone brightly in Tabatha's face as she made her way through the snowy streets, a bottle of newly bought medicine clutched in one hand. The doctor had prescribed her master with the most expensive pain medication he had to offer, and he had taken his time getting it for her as well.
While she had meant to go home as quickly as possible, for some reason she felt drawn to the cathedral. An imposing building of black stone, with three steeples that pierced the sky. Giant oaken doors beneath a deep archway served as the entrance, flanked by members of the clergy urging the townspeople to enter for confession. It was the largest cathedral in the world. Every year, thousands of people visited Flanoir to see it, to stand in awe of it; the one that stood in Meltokio was a mere chapel in comparison.
Yet, in the presence of such a building, the only thing Tabatha found even remotely awe-inspiring was the stained-glass windows. Great colorful scenes of the Goddess providing peace and plenty to the people of the world depicted in masterfully crafted glass.
The entire thing was a perfectly manufactured lie: a near physical representation of Cruxis itself. To the people who had no knowledge of the truth, it was beautiful; a source of salvation that gave their lives meaning, which caused them to overlook the details. To Tabatha, all of the details she knew of Cruxis destroyed any beauty that may have been there.
Turning away and heading toward the entrance of the city, Tabatha felt the icy wind billow her dress and tug at her long braid. She spun around quickly to catch her hat before it blew away, and in her last long look at the looming cathedral, her final thought was even a blanket of the purest white snow couldn't lighten its presence.
I hope you all liked it! Any constructive criticism is welcome as long as it's more constructive than criticism, lol.
