[ The âhivesâ, most called it. The most underbelly within the cities of the kingdoms, the home of the âhave notsâ, where the line between the rich and poor was drawn, where crime ran rampant and no light dared to touch. Even as the world slowly began to move on from the cataclysms that followed the moonâs descent, there were parts of the world like these that remained the same. Looking at the such miserably state the people lived, one would question: âWhere have the gods gone?â It was almost as though the gods⌠simply have gone either silent, or simply didnât care. Mayhaps their world was far too tainted, that their creators simply turned their back against the plight of mortals. ]Â
   [ At least, that was how a lone man, chewing against the tip of a small toothpick thought when he looked at the world with his very own eyes. The gods did, indeed exist, but long have they since stopped care. For what reason? Only gods know their own intentions, much like how an ant wouldnât be able to comprehend - or much less attempt to understand what humans were thinking. The thought of everything being bound by them, however, simply made his stomach turn. Even the time itself, everything being pre-ordained so that he would simply lose⌠everything. At the end of everything, Sigmund could not save anything - or anyone. ]Â
   [ However, the manâs train of thoughts broke when a nearby girl called out to him: ]Â
âCould it be? I think youâre like me! Itâs a similar energy!âÂ
âSimilar energy like yours? Iâm not quite sure what you mean by that.â [ The man tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows at the girlâs strange talk, ] âI donât think we know each other, so Iâm pretty sure you have the wrong person. You need help lookinâ for them? This isnât exactly the place that a young girl like you should be wandering about, you know.âÂ
The Hives: the underbelly of the kingdom. This was the line where rich and poor was drawn. This was the side of the line Haeun temporarily called home. It wasnât that she minded it so much. She had an advantage over most considering her origin. A witch mother was sure to teach information others werenât aware of. The city was devoid of color and a thick smog was always present. Pollution did not matter so much to her. She had strong lungs. In the vast dystopia filled with muted tones a lone person stood out to her. It was rare to meet someone this young in these parts. Illness was common and most of the people in her neighborhood passed before the age of three. Naturally, her first course of action was to approach him.
âSimilar energy? Iâm not sure what you mean by that.â
She frowned. How was it possible that he couldnât sense her the way she could sense him? âIâm not looking for anyone! It really is you, you know!â Did he need evidence? How could she show him she was serious!? âItâs just as dangerous for a boy my age to be walking around...!â She wondered if he was a traveler. He dressed far older than he appeared to be. Plus, while the power they held contained a similar energy, she could sense how his thoughts were burdened with some sort of a heavy weight. Show him. That age old voice from deep within was calling to her. It was one that had accompanied her since birth. It is fine, child. Kneel. Haeun despised being told what to do. However, when it came to that spirit within, she always relented. â...Here, Iâll show you what I mean.â
Haeun lowered herself. Her hands hovered above a patch of dry earth. The soil was dead and dry-nothing should have been able to grow there. A light began highlighting the individual veins in her palms and her gaze softened. When she lifted her hands, the earth beneath them had moistened. The soil was alive. She had purified it. âSee?â
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