[ and the urge to turn it back on clara is tempting, if only to avoid the responsibility resting like stone on her chest, crushing her bones into ash and dust as more weight and more weight is added. she exhales, unseen, slow and shaky; perhaps if she shares, clara will find the strength to confront what she's been sidestepping, with her hints of memorials and death. ]
centuries ago, a man called the black heretic created the fold and divided ravka in half, like a rupture at the heart of the country. everything it touched turned to darkness and dust. the only creatures that seem to thrive inside of it is the men and women and children that were turned into monsters.
eventually, ravka did what all desperate people. they created a prophecy about a saint who would wield sunlight and destroy the fold forever. everyone thought it was a myth, and why wouldn't it be a fairytale? no sun summoner had ever been born before.
until me. there's no one else who can purge it, and that might never be.
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[ and the urge to turn it back on clara is tempting, if only to avoid the responsibility resting like stone on her chest, crushing her bones into ash and dust as more weight and more weight is added. she exhales, unseen, slow and shaky; perhaps if she shares, clara will find the strength to confront what she's been sidestepping, with her hints of memorials and death. ]
centuries ago, a man called the black heretic created the fold and divided ravka in half, like a rupture at the heart of the country. everything it touched turned to darkness and dust. the only creatures that seem to thrive inside of it is the men and women and children that were turned into monsters.
eventually, ravka did what all desperate people. they created a prophecy about a saint who would wield sunlight and destroy the fold forever. everyone thought it was a myth, and why wouldn't it be a fairytale? no sun summoner had ever been born before.
until me. there's no one else who can purge it, and that might never be.