Her body jolts with ringing in her ears. She releases a heavy huff through her nose and opens her mouth to sigh.
Under her half-lidden eyelids reveal golden hues. Bringing her hand to her face, she yawns like there's no tomorrow. She grits her teeth, cracks her jaw, and falls back into her slumber.
The little goddess curls up on her bed of flowers, surrounded by glimmering lights and shrouding shadows that hovered over her domain. Her trinkets and offerings by the locals lay near the small shrine built by their ancestors.
She dreams of a bleak future and a storm that is set to rise.
Beacon Academy
Class: History and the Arts of Weaponry
Essay
Title: Stories or Real Life Truths?
Written By: Violet Lavender
The history of Remnant is unknown to many, even to its veterans. The Great War, the War of Equal Rights, and the Faunus Revolution were events in history that were recorded after the first Great War that befell the world all those years ago.
In these dark times during the war, tales were woven to the delight of children and its older generations to encourage its fighters and stay at homes. Fascinating and romanticizing stories that are now told to Remnant's recent and oldest generation.
To name these stories would be the most common you'd see in libraries. The Story of the Seasons, the Girl in the Tower, The Silver Eyed Warriors...
There is also the most notable tales: The Tale of the Two Brothers and the Guardian of Starlight.
The Story of the Seasons told of a wizened hermit who is visited by four young maidens who give him kindness and compassion. Moved by this, the hermit gives them a quarter of his magical powers to show their kindness to everyone.
The Girl in the Tower told of a girl locked in her tower by her father, only to be rescued by a courageous warrior. The story ends bittersweet.
The Silver-Eyed Warriors is a tale of humans with eyes that are as bright as the moon, shining a path into the depths of the darkness and turning Grimm to stone. A rare story that's hard to find in recent times.
The Tale of the Two Brothers tells of two gods. One that was the God of Light, that brought upon life and molded creation. The other brother was of Dark, one that brought death and destruction.
The Guardian of Starlight is a sister story to the Two Brothers, shockingly, but resources of its story remain unknown. Lost to time, perhaps. However, there is a small passage in the Two Brothers.
One that states that there was once a child born of the Gods' magic. Their power halved into one and created an entity that was this child.
This child was nicknamed the 'Greatest Creation' and was revered by many. The tale stated that the child was quite special; a touch said to cure the worst ailments and rid of negative emotions. Blood, that once consumed, would grant its consumer unimaginable powers.
For its name "Guardian of Starlight" is stated in—
It cut off.
Year 3164
Beacon Academy
Last known evidence of Violet Lavender, killed by unknown forces.
The Guardian of Starlight (Uncensored), Section 48 in "The Tale of Two Brothers"
Two Gods of Light and Dark split their powers in a pact to never interfere in their creations.
This pact, however, created the unexpected. A child born of their two halves. The Sister Goddess that calmed the dominion of the Two, bringing balance.
The eldest, Light, was unsettled by the new deity created amid the pact. Dubious to the new knowledge, he proposed to let the small being live. Dark, the youngest, was fascinated and curious. His creatures of Darkness shared the same fascination.
It was only then that this small experiment born of their accidents became their greatest.
When she was in her younger days, Blake Bellondona liked to stare up at the statues lining up at the ancient coliseum in Kuo Kuana.
Kuo Kuana held many ancient relics of the past. Descendents of Faunus who survived the revolution hoarded and kept their ancestral artifacts to themselves later passed it to the public for historical keepings.
These statues held reverence and hope for the many Faunus living here. She didn't have her beliefs but the country's citizens and her parents worshipped them.
Once a year in Faunus culture, a festival would be held celebrating the victory of the War of the Elites—a war fought diligently by the Queen of Faunus and her Children. The festival was always held at nighttime when the stars would shine the brightest.
The Starlight Festival.
The younger deity shook herself awake, waking with a gasp.
Her wide golden, silver eyes aline their brightest with the round moon hanging over them. She groans, burying her head in her hands as a headache started to appear.
She stretched out her limbs, making a satisfied noise at the back of her throat. She pats her bed of flowers and goes to stand up, to walk around the vast field that was her domain.
Though, she knew none of that. Being a goddess, being worshipped high and low.
But, truthfully, she'd rather just live her life peacefully—in naivety, where she could expect nothing.
She can just… be herself.
(but things like that don't last long, does it?)
In a land far from the goddess' domain, a woman holds a scepter inherited by ancient heroes of old by the side of her dead lover. She sobs quietly, holding the scepter as if it'd disappear.
"How could the gods let this happen?"
The world she was reborn into was fascinating. With its magical lights and unreal sceneries, she can't help but forget about Earth as a whole.
She misses her family and friends, most of all. The goddess knew she couldn't see them anymore—as if being born as a young child in the middle of an ethereal field said anything else.
She feels something land on her head gently. It chirruped softly. She swats it with her free hand, void of any colorful flowers. She doesn't manage to push the animal away but ends up shaking her antlers, startling it.
"This isn't a flight service, so get it somewhere else."
The bird chirps its song for a few moments before flying back to its family. She watched the family of birds fly off to oblivion, only be a speck in the cloudless blue sky.
Not many animals stayed here. They'd interact with her for a few touches and talks but after that, they would leave and never be seen again.
She sighs heavily, tiredly. Her eyelids droop slightly and she knows she has to get back to her bed of flowers.
She remembers the first time she unexpectedly passed out due to her daily shenanigans and awoken to a scare that startled her so much that she dissociated.
(... Seeing a bright, golden dragon in your face first thing in the morning can give you a heart attack …)
Her feet stop in front of the makeshift bed, surrounded by many white orchids and swaying dandelions. She yawns into her hand and smacks her lips, ready to collapse straight into her slumber.
She unceremoniously falls—not into her bed of flowers, but into the arms of one princess who's lost her beloved.
(... Elsewhere, the creatures of darkness feel something amiss in the air. Their King of Destruction collapses an entire mountain
A storm is set to rise…)
Rewrite of Twice Upon a Time.
I didn't watch Volume 7 yet, but that's what I'm going do when I finish my lunch. If you want, you can compare the original and the rewrite. That's what I did.