47 Recent Deviations
Featured: Weaponry 530
[WoS Track 10] - Genitori[Song Inspiration: Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance]
Avyn’s eyes fluttered open in the sunlight. One look at his surroundings was all it took for him to realize something was wrong. He tried to sit up but found doing so difficult. Frantically, he began to panic and started flailing about. His lips parted and a loud, high-pitched cry issued forth; not the usual tenor of his young adult self, but the wailing shriek of an infant.
‘What’s going on?’
“Oh, are you awake Avyn?”
Avyn’s head turned to the voice and for a second he thought his heart would stop. The voice belonged to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her skin was a pale purple, like his, and her hair was a deep forest green. She had pale blue eyes set in almond-shaped sockets on a soft, heart-shaped face. She was lithe and wore a simple sheer white robe just thic
Runner Khalid’s heart pounded in his throat.
“On your marks.”
He lowered into a runner’s stance at the starting line, sweat beading on the back on his neck. His entire future was at stake. He had been the one that refused to back down, which is what had led to the duel challenge. If he lost, his pride would be tarnished. He’d never be able to show his face in the village again.
He glanced to his right, looking nervously at his opponent, who glared back at him from the corner of her pupil-less eye. Her name was Nyri, and she had been friends with Khalid since they were kids. It was because of their lengthy bond that Khalid had thought he’d be able to smooth things over with her after taking part in such a prank.
How wrong he had been.
Nyri shot from the starting point
His World is Shaking No matter which way the boy looked, the expanse of desert was endless in all directions. The hot, hot sun shone so brightly in the white sky and the sand beneath glowed such a radiant beige that it hurt his eyes no matter which way he looked.
There was no wind in the everlasting wasteland. The air was silent and still, so very hot and dry. It stuck in his parched throat, choking him with every breath.
He walked for miles, across vast flatness and sloping dunes, but everything looked the same. In front of him was clear and still; behind was marred only by his single trail of footprints whose beginning was long past. Nothing else gave way to the emptiness. No marker, no monument, no indication of any kind that he had actually moved at all. Had he walked all of those footprints, or had they been there all along?
The boy looked about, d
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