Not A Wasteland (A Lie) || Original

A Raven Lady's Thoughts

Picture above is a symbol I made myself, might make it one of my logos aside from the moon one
This is a sequel to a story-based quest I created for the RP me and my friends are working on
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The Raven Lady did not know why her sister desired this.

What caused her to hold so much resent for the world they shaped.

She thought this place mutually made them happy, made those around them happy.

What went wrong?

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She sat under a tree, the Star Canvas statue in her sight, the stars shining brightly in the south.

Humming a sweet melody to sooth those of this land, she, like her sister, was given the gift of song, albeit weaker than her sister's.

Hearing the rustle of a bush nearby, she was on high alert, quickly scrambling to hide behind the tree.

The bush rustled again, but this time out came a figure, silver locks shining a pale baby blue in the moonlight, it was her sister The Silver Lady.

No one except for themselves knew they're true names, as open as they were to their people, keeping their secrecy was key for them.

As she made action to join her sister, she stopped as the silver lady fell to her knees.

"Let the world collapse in on itself"

It sounded like a wish, but also a plea, nevertheless it sent cold shivers through her body...what?

The raven lady began blinking back her tears. Why? Why? Why?

What was the cause of this?

She felt herself being pulled...into the tree?

She silently panicked, trying her hardest to move her body, she could do nothing.

Then, there was nothing.

Over time, the tree aged, it's roots strengthening, it's branches growing, and it grew crystal white blossoms, softly hanging from it's wood.

And if a traveler were to pay respects to a Weeping Willow from the front of the the statue, and to a Wysteria from behind it, then do not question it.

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