Wasteland

12

Do not Fight

No matter how beautiful..
A memory can be forgotten and replaced.

I do not wish for you to remember me.
I wish for you to live in the moment with me.
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Seladon and her loyal paladin scoured the forests and nearby seas, in search of the princess.

"Um All-Muadra? Not to question your judgment or anything but don't you think Princess Brea left Star-Island already?" Seladon had already thought of this.

They had been searching for almost 2 days. The likelihood that Brea had already made it back to Vapran territory increased every moment. "Yes, with all due respect I am aware." The paladin nodded though they still didn't understand why they hadn't left yet.

The All-Muadra sighed, " if you must know, I'm quarantineing you all. We did incounter the blight."

I suppose this is rather logical thinks the paladin.

"FOR THE LOVE OF THRA!" The scientist yelled in frustration, "THOES UNGREATFUL LAZY SKEKSIS, THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW THICK THE SKIN OF A GRUENAK IS!

How much longer must I be God? Creating life is very difficult and draining SkekTek thought.

Normally creating life would take many a Trine to create with nothing but 2 corpses and a few tools.

However with the life essance of mere plants and animals it was much much simpler.

Besides these essences were utterly useless to the Skeksis. Unfortunately it took a toll on the land.

Land became baren, with a combination of both the blight, currently eating away at Skekso, and the essance needed to bring about the Garthium.

No matter, as long as these mere sacrifices kept him alive, the Scientist didn't care.

Mother Augrha had disappeared not long after the first battle won of what came to be known as "The Iraddication"

Her excuse? She was going to somehow obtain as much information on the blight, by studying it.

As of recently, she retreated into her observatory asked not to be disturbed.

A plan was made in order to mask her existence to the Skeksis. They purposefully spread a rumor in wich Augrha had completely varnished.

In the intent to surprise the Skeksis in case something went wrong.

It's so good
So sweet
It's so..wrong
Is it though?

Is it really wrong to do
Whats only natural??
It's good right?

Then there is no need to fret
It's fine. It's natural.
It's normal. Its humane
...

you're fine.

Thats what she told herself as she finally caught and devoured the ones she had once loved.

Thoes who helped uprise the resistance.
Her friends, whom where camping peacefully while on their search for her.

They had struggled and fought, they tried to save her, their attempts at retreat had ultimately failled.

Deet's senses were sharper..

Her reflexes were faster..

She had lived her whole life in the dark..

She was feral, uncaring if she had been stricken with the blow of a blade.

None of the attempts could stop her.

Atleast their souls could sleep in the comforting arms of Thra. No longer in fear of the skeksis, no longer endlessly searching for Deet and Rian.

No longer in fear of being cannibalized.

No longer plagued by the pains of life

No longer constantly fighting.

"Emoyn?" A mother calls for her childling. The likelihood of survival may have been low but Blixx refuses to let her children die.

She scrambles worryingly through trash and rubble alike. Searching determinedly for the long haired boy. A childling running for it's life..

She had always raised her son in a way where he'd rebel, he'd fight for the chance to live.

And back then, that meant bowing his head to the Skeksis.

Thoes selfish creatures forcing us to face death while they cower behind their castles and fortune.

But she'd refuse to submit....

If she couldn't make it, it would not be because of her death.

She refuses to allow her life to be snatched away by such creatures.

These monsters. Her eyes made heavy from the tears she refused freedom.

Blixx stares directly at something. It was a silhouette just barely defined by the moonlight. There is no need to question it. She already knows what it is.

The decapitated head of her son. Emyon.

His blond hair sticking to the sides of his cheek, curtousy of the sticky Crimson liquid originating from his severed neck.

Once Blixx feels thoes strong shell-like appendages squeeze her sides, she squirms. Screaming and crying passionately.

"I REFUSE TO DIE HERE!!"

"I REFUSE TO ALLOW YOU TO PICK US OFF!!"

"WE WILL LI-"