#new setting

If you dont want people to see your comments go into your blog settings and make sure the button 'Share your comments' is turned off.

Step 1:

Go to your settings, found on your page

Step 2:

In this super long list, find dashboard preferences.

Step 3:

All the way at the bottom there's:

Shorten long posts... yay

I wish this was just an opt-in tbh.

Or in short words:

1 settings

2 dashboard preferences

3 shorten long posts

Or in one sentence

Settings > dashboard preferences > shorten long posts

"Vesperascito aurora, lucem meam volare, inopem tueri, noctis custodiam!" Yuna’s voice rang out, bringing sound to the silent, night darkened ruins of Domino. Her eyes glowed as she sang the spell song that all Chanteuse were born with.

Praesidium.

Its power flowed from her as a bubble of light, which stretched as far as her voice could reach, pushing back the Miasma, the shadowy darkness that had been covering the world for as long as Domino had stood in ruins, and protecting the encampment where her friends slept.

Not that it was easy to focus on her song this evening.

She had always known that the First Night, all those thousands of years ago, had been neutered by a King and his people, which was why the Miasma was a nocturnal threat, rather than a constant terror, but she had never had faces to put to that fact before today.

Nor had she ever known that the Dark One’s release had been the fault of a human.

The technology they had unearthed was old, but the solar panels still worked and in uncovering them during the fighting, they had allowed the ancient security system to boot up, revealing footage of thousands of years ago, when an arrogant white cloaked man had tried to break into the afterlife and had destroyed the dimensional walls in getting there.

It was his fault that Chanteuse like her existed. Without his actions, the Dark One would not have broken free and the fighting between a desperate King, his frightened people and the great Dark God would never have happened.

Something within her twisted painfully as she thought back to the moment the King had exploded in light, knocking out the cameras.

She knew she could assume what had happened. That had most likely been the moment that the King had managed to push back the Dark One, locking him away a little longer. She wished she knew how he had done it though.

The Miasma had been rising steadily for years. She was not the only Chanteuse who had realized it. There were parts of the world where the sun rarely touched, where only the voice of a Chanteuse stopped the darkness flooding everything. The pressure of singing for twenty four hours…

She shuddered. She could not do it. She knew she could not. She had only ever managed thirteen hours at most and then she had been useless for the following night.

She was just thankful that she had been born in a High Town, with the poor who could not afford the protection of a dedicated Chanteuse, living above the darkness while she built up her voice and magic.

If she had come from a City, where the rich could afford to live at ground level, kept Chanteuse like song birds in gilded cages and had extra protections on their homes at night, she would have been forced to sing beyond her capabilities until her voice broke.

And without her voice, she would have been without protection on nights like this. Where the Miasma was hungry and there was nowhere safe to flee to.

Not that she felt safe. Being out in the open like this was disconcerting and left far too much on her and her spell. Should her voice fail, should she be attacked, should she miss a note, then those who had travelled with her would be fodder for the darkness.

And so would she.

She kept singing, letting out the power deep within her soul through her music, until the dawn broke over the ruins and the Miasma settled down for the day, retreating into the ground until the night arrived again.

Once she could finally stop, she let out a sigh and headed for the ruins, knowing she should sleep, but too full of thoughts to be able to. Her phone vibrated in her pocket as she headed into the crater where yesterday they had learned the Dimensional Canon had collided with the ground just moments before the world barriers had shattered.

This crater was the reason why her world was not just a human world. This crater had fused her world with various other dimensions, dimensions formally known as the spirit realms, and brought the elves, the harpies, the dragons, the vampires and more into being in a world that had previously had none of it.

She was not sorry. Without this crater she would not exist either. Not as herself. The Chanteuse would not exist if they were not needed to push back the Miasma.

Sth’arle:

A world where the Sekts (Gods), while not walking among Im’ans (Humanity), are very present in the lives of every creature in creation. 

A world where magic lives inside Im’ans, connecting them to the Sekts and to each other.