Reality is the stillness buried deep beneath the illusion. And inactivity serves no purpose whatsoever. All the world holds dear is but a backdrop of constant motion. I stand before it alone and unchanging.
Can it be...?
Thousands of small, yellow dots flickered and brightened on the once dim globe. They were all clumped together, but there were some stragglers.
Moonlight shone down on this deserted world; black sand stretching as far as the eye could see. Its warmth was coarse and rough as if millions of bodies had been buried wherever you stood.
Hyperion was your home, but...this place, you knew its layout, it'd design, but you couldn't help but feel unfamiliar in this land. Why now? Why did the lights just now appear?
Mother. Father. Brothers and sisters. You were unsure of their conditions. Had they been taken? Had they been killed? You didn't know.
Your pointed ears twitched as sounds echoed inside your head, and you gripped your blade. If the others, if the Guardians were here, would they be disappointed in the havoc you let happen?
Would Bunny be disappointed?
You sighed at the thought, stepping out of the golden spacecraft that granted you your safe arrival in your homeland. You looked to the stars in bewilderment, reaching out just for a brief touch.
Do you wish to know the truth about the shooting stars at night?
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Eggs with Wings? | {E.Aster Bunnymund x Fem! Reader}
FanfictionThe battlefield was never kind for you and your brother, and protecting The Lunanoff family was the only objective you had within yourself. You perished, a sword plunging through your chest and only to rise up as a guardian. Kozmo- Pitch, became c...
