AoI - 100 Themes V1: 8. InnocenceInnocence what was that? People said Acorn was an innocent, too lost in his own world to see the horror all around him, of the lives they led; no that was just willful ignorance, the animated earth that rose up and spoke to them perhaps? No too much kairos in them to ever be considered truly innocent, the poor creatures they found in the lab they raided? Perhaps but it was hard to judge for sure when those among their number included those who had once been the experimenters themselves. Llandi had found precious little innocence in this world, but…
AoI - Heaven“If there’s a heaven, it’d better be bloody worth it.” She says over the mug, before taking a swig of the brown murky infusion, “I have my faith.” He replies scratching away at his well-worn notebook, she snorts into the brew, a brief mischievous glint in her eye. They had been meeting like this every morning for some time now and the theological debate never got far, it could have been the somber nature of mornings, the fact that it is hard to have any kind of conversation around a fiercely praying knight, or possibly there were too many branches on that rabbit warren of thought that neither wished to risk losing themselves to the doubt again.
AoI - 100 Themes V1: 5. Seeking Solace“None shall fall” wasn’t that her promise, wasn’t that her vow as her master lay down his life for hers, and yet another mark joins the tally of the dead. How many more will she fail, how many more times will she break her word. The alcohol soothes the pain, and dulls the fear, and deadens the sleep, but she can’t drink all the time, she is needed and she needs to be aware of it all, no matter how it cuts into her being just to be conscious of the truth. “These ones are mine.” she says, it’ll suffice.
AoI - 100 Themes V1: 4. DarkIt was dark, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness or was it the world resolving around them, whatever she had been expecting it wasn’t this, it was quiet too quiet. Some movement off to her side catches her attention, she had hoped he would be here but never thought it a possibility; large as life, Gilnar stood, “Master” she gasped as she rushed towards him, her charges for the moment forgotten. But instead of the welcome she longs for, he recoils in horror; out of place and out of time the words of Leif issue forth from paternal lips.
AoI - 100 Themes V1: 3. LightSo this is how it happens, darkness the sounds of her brothers falling around her, she should have done better, all she can do is hope she bought them enough time to get away. There is a light distant and welcoming, she is almost there when something shifts imperceptivity the light becomes blinding, it brings a wash if pain and fear, pushing through it all a familiar voice calling her back, begging her to stay. The light begins to resolve itself into sky, dark shape blotting it out, the sounds of battle, and pain so much pain.
That voice: Heironymus.
AoI - 100 Themes V1: 2. LoveHis hair as fine as spun silver, flaxen in the setting sun’s light, speech sweet and gilded as his singing voice, these things had earned him the nickname Silva Tongue among the company’s of the Eighth Legion; Sargent Silvenicas Trigor. If things had happened differently, if the grain had never failed, had she been by his side…
Llandi kisses the small clay figure and slips it back into the pouch with the other, he is dead she knows this, and yet this insane hope small but bright hidden where it cannot be quashed; that somewhere out there he lives still.