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curses and dreams; the sea of vyl part two

they say you can't run, can't hide, when she comes; they say you can tell she's here, just by the feeling in your bones; just by how you tremble without knowing why; just someone stepping on your grave, you say. nothing big; oh, but how wrong you are;

for the faerie of aklindow is coming;she is coming, to curse, to kill. to erase all hope from the world, erase it from you; to erase your dreams, erase your wishes, erase everything that makes you you; erase who you were, erase who you are, erase who you would become; curse you so thoroughly there will be nothing left of you but the memories that live on in others;

curse you so deep you cannot run, cannot hide; until all you can do is stand and watch, frozen, shivering, more and more, until you see her face; see her cracked face, her wicked, evil, smile, her bloodred eyes, are they bleeding or is that your fear taking over; watch her stalk nearer and nearer, feel the cold seep into you and settle, seep into you and stay; sense the whispers, of horror, of terror, of fear, hear them run, hear them scream, hear them hide;

the sand is cold now, cold, like the waves, cold, like the wind swirling around you, cold, like her magic; curling, wrapping its deathly, fatal hands around you, you want to run; someone screams for you to run, to flee, before it's too late, but it was already too late; too late when you laughed at her name, mocked it, believing it was all a story; too late when you felt the air shift ever so little around you and you brushed it off;

it was too late from the start, and you knew it; she's closer now, so close, had you reached out a hand, you would have touched; you shudder to think of how that would feel, if her skin was as cold as her heart, as evil and twisted as her magic; she brushes her hand against you, it's like going underwater, you're drowning, you can breathe but you can't breathe; is this what it's like to be cursed, you can feel yourself shifting, changing, morphing, evolving;

your hopes, your wishes, your dreams, they're fading, disappearing, gone, forever, for eternity; gone, to a place no one can visit, to a place of solitude, of pain, of memory, of loss; that's it, then, you wonder, hopelessly, thoughtlessly, no one will want you, who will mourn you; you sink, sink to the bottom, sink to nowhere, to everywhere, attach yourself to aklindow, give up your soul; give up all that you were, all that you are, all that you would have become;

so this is what it's like to be cursed, then.

interlaced fingers, the whispers of secrets, hidden glances only reserved for a soulmate;

standing there, high above the districts, above anything, one could feel almost weightless, almost free;

the lights that shimmer, and the stars that guide the paths of aimless dreams

Asena finally got herself to revise her prologue so here is proof that Asena did things.

Orynn hates the way her Crown perches primly on her head as she gets ready for yet another meeting, the unforgiving metal digging into her skin. She frowns at her reflection in the mirror and runs a comb through her hair, her fingers occasionally dancing over her compad screen to check for messages. A part of the Crown's magic, it has assumed the position most comfortable with her, yet she feels anything but. The ongoing Night War has sapped her and the Council of Stars of all their strength, and the only thing she can think of is to hang on a little while longer, to survive.

Survive. The idea is laughable, to her at least. Orynn had been a lowly mortal, just one lucky enough to escape the ruins of Earth with her family. They had settled in for no more than five years when the War started, and a parade was held to find the first Queen. The memories flow through her mind like a raging river, gaining speed as she recalls the chaos. When the Crown emitted a glow unlike any other as the parade passed her apartment block. Being surrounded by people on all sides as she was Crowned and whisked away to the grand Palace of Stars. Dressed up in clothes befitting her new title by the Royal Tailor. She had no magic to call her own, but could invoke the Crown's in the direst of times.

Orynn sighs at the memory and straightens her dress, smoothing out the creases in the fabric. Taking a deep breath, she leaves her chambers and makes her way to the hidden room door a few hallways over. Pushing it open, it reveals a plain corridor lined with simple marble, a stark contrast to the sweeping blue and silver tones outside. She hears the muted voices of her Council of Stars as she treads softly to the second, less richly decorated door, the first already closing with a small click. She pulls on the simple handle, and the Council hastily rises to bow to her.

yay!

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chapter one ; 1.5k chapter two ; 2.3k chapter three ; 0.3k

notes.

sprinting with tris was fun. productive. maybe. idk. hit daily word goal that has to count for something. chapter three is a mess though.

interlaced fingers, the whispers of secrets, hidden glances only reserved for a soulmate;

standing there, high above the districts, above anything, one could feel almost weightless, almost free;

the lights that shimmer, and the stars that guide the paths of aimless dreams

the quiet side of life, s. f.

sladkmesamdkfdlsapfedslmapefadsfe omg thank y’all so much?? I’ve only been here for almost ten weeks and I’ve met so many wonderful people??? anyway @sprigofbasil has also hit a milestone, go check her out if you haven’t!

SO. To begin, here’s a little thank-you note, written by none other than the afits group.

We’re extremely grateful for your support and interest in our world, our journey, and most importantly, ourselves. Of course, we wouldn’t be here without several people, so here they are: 

This account is dedicated to Alessa, for being Asena’s biggest enabler and the first fan of afits. 

Asena’s close friends, who won’t stop bugging her for new content. 

Milteo, for kindly beta-reading the mess that was the prologue ( “HEY” ). 

Nicole ( @/sprigofbasil ), Pax ( @magic-is-something-we-create ), Cas ( @saintsorrel ), and many others for the sweet tags in the reblogs. 

We see each one, and we are very, very, grateful. 

We also want to say special thanks to Cherri ( @halcionic ), Carmen ( @sinistersparrowz ), Charles ( @charles-joseph-writes ), Hunter ( @linariouswrites ) and many others for encouraging Asena with kind words on Discord, we see all those too and we love you. 

To all the other people who are following this blog, we thank you, and we hope you have a nice stay in the Asenaverse.

With much love, Elevynne True; Chariss Quire; Aure Decker; Aislin Giverow; Carhys Blackwave-Althera; and Iane Kesler

P.S. Aerin Boudaire & Drae McLaren send their love

And, to add on, I’ll be holding a Q&A session! Send in your afits-related questions that don’t fall under WBW & STS categories, and I’ll answer them! ( Characters may make an appearance. ) If you’d like me to write a little something, send in a prompt of no more than twenty words to this blog for flash fiction/short story OR to my sideblog @darkmagic-hours for poetry! [ Will cap requests at ten per blog; this number may or may not change ]

Once again, thank you so much for your support!