Stay on tune
Sorry for the long wait everyone! I hope you have been great in my absence. After a long break from SL due to some RL issues I had to finally face, I am back. Here is a little snippet of what's coming later this week! Stay on tune!
The Mesmerizing Flower was a flower with thorns. She once was told to be a beautiful maiden who was driven to insanity after a bunch of men raped her and left her to die. However many people claim that she never was the maiden they claimed her to be, and she was just a vengeful goddess who preyed upon men who were disloyal towards their wives. Fishermen, noblemen and merchants alike, they all told that at least once in their life they had seen the Mesmerizing Flower covered in smoke, lying on their beds. Yet, the ones who told others that they have seen her were no more than mere liars seeking attention of townsfolk. Because it was a well known truth that the ones that actually did see her, wouldn't live to see any other thing than her pretty face.
QUEEN OF FIRE
Older than life, wiser than a sage, even more noble than a High Elf, she was the Queen of Fire. Born from the ashes, rose to the flames. Crimson hair swept across the torches that lit the dark skies, winds sung the song of burning villages, she was a vicious queen. She knew what she wanted, she knew how to get it. Was she a queen of justice? No she was not. She was a queen of selfishness, a queen of torture and pain. She was the queen of destruction and she was the queen of death. She was the sun that burned people, she was the smoke that they wanted to inhale into their lungs. She was the Queen of Fire.
SLAYER OF NIGHTMARES
We all had nightmares, we all had that monster who lived under our mattress. Well I didn't have those nightmares, I didn't have that monster. I faced a different kind of monstrosity. Only thirteen and I was an orphan with a sword in her hand. The werewolves had taken my family away from me and tore half my face apart. They left a mark on me, both on my soul and my body. So here I am. I am no longer thirteen but I still have a sword,. The thing I seek now, the thing I am searching for everywhere... Is revenge of my family. I will kill every single werewolf I come across until I avenge my dead parents and make their souls rest in peace.
The day had finally come. The moment she had waited for her whole life had finally arrived. She was no longer just the daughter and the sister, she was the queen now. Her sister held her crown in her gentle pale hands, she slowly brought it closer to her head and placed it on her ebony colored locks. There she was, the Queen of Hearts. Crowned by none other than her dear sister who would later be known as the White Queen, her greatest enemy. Yet for now, they were just two sisters who planned to rule the Land of Wonders together. Who could have guessed that the Queen of Hearts would have a change of heart and betray her own blood?
The White Queen
The Queen of Hearts
FLOWER OF CHICAGO
As Winter left the Windy City, Spring brought sun and beauty to it. The snow melted, letting flowers show their colors, the clouds gave way for the sun to shine, and the time had come for her to return. Return to the land where she was born, return to her family, return to herself. Return, so that those who had missed her eternal grace would get to see her for one more time in their lifetime, and then get back to seeking her for the rest of the year. Ten years ago today, she was murdered. Yet still, every year on the day of her demise, she walked the streets of Chicago with her umbrella, waiting for her date to arrive, unaware that her date had arrived ten years ago, and got away with her life and jewelry.
By the time we got lost in the woods, we had already been found by a tribe of heathens who captured us and took us as prisoners. They fed us with enough food to keep us alive, yet that did not stop some of us from losing their lives. They were not hostile towards us, they never hurt us, they never abused us. They gave our fallen comrades proper burials, they let us out of our cages to say our last words for them. There was this one whom I can never forget. The one they all called 'Mother', the one I assume was their queen. She was the one who took my hand and walked me out of the woods, walked me back to my life. She was the one who gave life to the woods. She was their heart, their queen, their Mother.
-Taken from the journal of a survivor