#summeria

Summeria Eterna!

Flames raged into the night sky, the fire spreading their uneven claws forward. Homes would follow in this fury, catching light and passing it from door to door. Screams and whoops filled the air, while the footsteps slammed against the earth in a flurry. Mortals fleeing their demise, leaving all they knew to take up in smoke. For years they’d lived on these lands, crafted the art of farming, only for a single moment to rip it all away from them. 

Hours earlier lightning flared in the distance, overcast skies consuming what was pure blue only moments before. It ripped from the clouds of blackening fluff, colliding with the earth sporadically, shaking the trees and lands for miles from each impact. Below the epicenter of this chaos, a figure stood, cloaked in shadow. An object of gold, contrasting its silhouette with beaming light, remained in its grasp, between two rigid hands. 

Below this orb, and at the clawed feet of the shade, lay a young man. Black hair, his eyes shut as he remained limp. Sprawled upon the ground, a skinny orphan, once frightened by the thralls of life, fear soon found itself releasing that hold. As the orb began to grow brighter, the storm above grew in chaos. The shade rose its arms to the sky, struggling to contain the power within, holding firm with all of its might. It faltered only once, and at the correct time. Lightning had fallen from the sky, colliding with that energy held high overhead. 

The shade was forced away, as a field of pure energy erupted outward. The ground beneath the young male compressed, forming a bowl beneath him. All that was not him, had been pushed away, and there he remained, floating within the veil of shimmering light. His skin began to glow, eyelids lifted every so slightly to reveal the shift of blue to bright honey. Strands of what was once black hair, became consumed by ivory and silver tones. The roar that emanated, shook the earth louder than a thousand strikes of lightning. Flesh began to build, filling out his once lithe form to the concept of angelic masculinity. 

Then his jaw had dropped, a roar just as mighty raged outward. Wind flowed around his body, as though he were the eye of a hurricane. Shimmers of gold revealing the waves to the naked eye, shocks seemingly igniting from the friction. The shade had retreated within itself, leaving the man to revitalize his presence from a previous past, long lost to him now. The hope was to return their king, but instead awoke the power of a young male, who never lived that life, and would forget the one he knew. 

Il est 19h15. Jour tant attendu et pourtant tant décevant.

Ca aurait pu être un merveilleux jour sans compter ça et je pense que jsuis pas prête à m'en remettre et j'en veux, à moi, mais pas principalement. Il a fallut que ça arrive.

J'ai quasiment pas envie de raconter cette journée mais en gros, 13h17 Fourneyron, jvois SUSU. puis Marine arrive, puis Patate, on attend un peu, on va à l'hotel de ville, Tartampion arrive, on attend les autres, dont Andréa Sihem Sara et Justine, elles arrivent, on se pose (évidemment, à l'écart), quizz, (24 SHARPEI GAHO), photos (sans moi merci), on est allées au casino, puis à la fnac, puis à chaPitre, pis dans une boutique asiat~ Ctait cool, on se croyait vraiment en Asie avec plein de produits (louches, certes), j'ai pris un jus d'ananas thai xD Jpense qu'on y retournera~ Ensuite on dit aurevoir aux autres filles, on galère pour les bus, puis je me tape 5455553km à pied aïe

Il est 22h25, le jus d'ananas est bon