I
a figure coalesced in the middle of the hospital district; not visible to anyone, curses had that to their advantage, to not be seen and to wreck invisible havoc. not this one though, curses were not supposed to have any intelligence, they weren't, and yet this one was sentient.
a contradiction to its own kind.
Ma-Hi-To. the name of a beautiful wreckage.
he was a child and not.
and he believed things and he was INTELLIGENT.
II
in the screaming midst of thunders and unnatural silence rife with anticipation and ill-concealed dread, a child is born.
she does not cry, maybe lets the heavens roar for her, and just stares.
she stares and stares and stares.
and there is intelligence in those mud brown eyes, a depth of quicksand mixed with something not quite of this world.
in the midst of humans, a contradiction to her own kind.
Da-Nu-Ja. a ruler. a kind apart.
doomed for the lone road of her kind.
to never truly belong anywhere.
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FanficThere is this thing about curiosity; it never ends well. The only thing that does salvage it, is the lust for knowledge is sated. Temporarily, but sated, nonetheless. A story of self actualization & self destruction. © nymphtune 2022. All rights re...
