No music this week folks :P
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RWBYS
Interim Break
A Bittersweet Taste
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"There is always fear… it plagues the conscious and riddles mortals with flashes of a life beyond their own. A life so advanced and complex that they are driven mad by even its mere mention."
A blade to his neck and his own around the throat of his friend.
"Alone with thoughts of grandeur, concepts believed to stand the test of time, men and women are driven to do so many goods, so many evils. If only they knew the trivial nature of their actions, the flittering nature of life and all that derives from it."
Friends divided from friends, rivals sided with rivals, they stood in defiance of the world and of what had been wrought upon it. They, the middle of the conflict, the center of the beckoning crises, were all that stood between the universe and the perpetual destruction of the hunger of man.
"They are clueless to what power they truly have and focus on such minor squabbles. Material and flesh supersede the attachment of adoration and kinship. They are grown to challenge gods, in rejection of beliefs and tradition that had kept their world safe. They shall fall to the cosmic irony that enraptures all who dare resist the status quo, to those that do not meet the predetermined quota of sin or miracle."
The enemy was nebulous at best, a living shadow, a horrible perpetuation of madness that turned the eye against itself. The group fell silent. Before them was no man, no beast, merely a thing, one that had shaded itself for far too long and must now be killed. Else what they loved would be stripped from them by the hellhound. In unison, they leapt.
"They creep and crawl for the ever present tension of destruction forces them to keep their distance and watch, to bide their time and listen to the ticking clock on the mantelpiece of galaxies. They know that some will not return, some will be ripped from their homes on their field to be thrown to the next. They will be weakened, they will be strengthened, they will become resolved."
It had let to this point. All of the suffering, all of the pain, all of the torment that had cascade around them in these last few months, this was the point of their retribution. Hatred was an understatement, loathing was to clean, malice, rancor, and revulsion all left and unsatisfactory fill in their bellies. There was no word to describe their feelings; it could only be expressed through action. And so they did.
"They will lose. They will win. In their defeat they will learn, in their victory they will cringe. The price of life can never be measured; it can only be… feared…"
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Author's Note: Hello! Yes! I'm still alive!
This is just a little interim chapter between Arc's 2 and 3, giving hints and foreshadowing into events that are going to take place much farther down the line, so it's purposefully vague and cryptic! :3
It's also a perfect chance to tell you all that I have another, standalone fic up, "The Cardinal and the Hare". You can guess who the main focuses are, but it does tie in as a pseudo-prequel to R-W-B-Y-S. Go and check it out when you have time. I'll be busy writing something rather important for my work life for the next week or so, and I won't be able to start the next chapter until I'm done, so I hope this will satiate any hunger you have for my story until then. I apologize for holding you all up, I know many of you are eager to return, as am I, so I'll have this done posthaste!
Until then, I'll see you all over at that other fic!
Catch you on the flip side! :D
