Emily wanted to pretend everything was just a dream the voice that spoke with clarity and a clear goal for Emily she wished it wasn't the person she ran away from the person who listened with loving affection trust and hope for her " mama she said a mere whisper of of pain in her throat mama those words were a mystery to her the women whom helped be queen when she was told to give her crown to her only daughter
and child , William was only a side piece of the chest board and the storyline to the mess that was Emily's life she would have preferred the pampered country suburban girl life long locks of hair canned laughter and the giggles of the mean girls but what she got ? A life on another planet hoping for answers wishing for a ending which made her cry in joy and a conclusion that made her sigh in satisfaction to a life of joy and happiness a truth she earned , but that was far far from what she was getting guilt riddled mind , aching bones from stasis , a strained tired relationship with the mystery ai whom
Seemed a life of a million but only told the slithers of their life a life she wished she could
have seen but seeing is believing so if she scoffed it made sense to Odin she never knew the tides of their battle against mankind but reliving that memory was a strange thing to want to relive since like all of the history of disaster falls and chaos , they needed to be remembered in small doses Same as the pills alcohol that fills the mournful the pained it all needed a small dose
So it was understandable in some cases skovia chose to hold small memorials for its citizens like most of history Emily was a mystery much to her self and her citizens but now she was just a tale of a time a painting Emily wished she could pretend everything was fine but like most tales she was not the tale was her own regard for her crumbling mind and self consuming guilt repeating words and stories didn't help her
So here she was in this great library alone the
voice echoing in her head a illusion or desperate desires she never knew only when did she whisper once more " mama is that you ? She whispered reaching out to the figure before she could embrace them and cry into their shoulder they vanished in a poof of butterflies their black spines and outlined wings flew off into the sky their wings flapping in unison Emily watched in Surprise silent she pondered if her mind was degrading or if she saw her mother burst into butterflies she chose the second Option a degrading mind was a certain fate she did not want but she soon found her mind crumbling from guilt or her own dangerous pain she sighed shaking any fear of her failing mind she entered the books greeting her some
New others worn some leather bound some paper backed she held one book reading the title out loud " Florence's Eden the tree made from white and black butterflies while the tittle held its self with white letters in the middle of the tree " I heard of that book during my time back in the uprising
when I with Ida it's a interesting story if your bored or just wanting to pass time said Odin Emily hummed the times she once read this very book when she was younger and happier . Those times she would have laughed if you told her about her future a short jolly smile a few eye roles. Later she would have patted your back now she would scowl or even a sad chuckle " I used to read it when my days of a young girl were still a thing during my private library with my best friend Elijah said Emily Odin hummed in amusement " amuse me tell me of this friend and your times reading it said odin " Elijah a was a clock work a soft baby blue and white porcelain
design with ornate flowery patterns Florence's Eden we used to read that together when I snuggled up in piles of blankets , each page a wonder learning of her love for Sofia her wife some one she loved but lost to her own fear of loss and in the end Florence lost everything except her over grown garden factory the pillars of steel covered with white roses and lavender the floor a bed of moss and peonies my favourite she often spoke of the broken resting area submerged in flowers grass and vines and the blossom tree reaching to the roof , all while she tried to live with out Sara said Emily Odin agreed " that's sounds like a wonderful childhood i preferred the sequel much more said Odin " the sequel ? The one which ruined Sofia's storyline laughed Emily
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Lying eyes
Science Fiction" some say she was a selfish women who fled luxury and royalty due to the pressure but the truth couldn't be further from the reality they failed to see love and betrayal and a truth she buried beneath papers and paintings but now stuck in the hall...
