How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The words from the ice

Snipet

"Mother...I thought you said we were playing as humans, what kind of campaign is this..!?"

"Oh Peruere...I said you were "starting" as humans....not that you would continue as such.."

"But eating brains? Secondary lungs..? Super strenght..?"

"What can I say, in the grim darkness of the future this is the kind of campaign where you need something a little...upgraded"

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Schenevaya was a cold land

It would always be

From the distant times the dragons and their kin walked the earth to the very present, this northern lands had never seem much change if any....even as the world around them did in ways they could not imagine.

Cold and distant were their trademark

One did not need to venture into the sharp edges and empty rooms of the Tzaritzas palace to know that when the answer already lingered in the glacial air blowing through it. With its endless maze of blue and white and the copious storms that littered the ground in icy and snow.

However... it had not always been like that

Long ago, before war had tainted the land in red there had been a time when the winds while cold had blew with yearning. Where the ground proved to be difficult, but not outright hazardous to one self, a place to struggle yet rise from ones own flaws and weakness as better men.

For where there was cold there was warmth.

Joy

Companionship

Love

Because no matter how small or how inconsequential, an act of kindness would always beget another.

But the mirth and joy that had filled once these halls had died out five hundred years ago alongside the burning vestige of another nation. The love and hope that had been in the eyes of its creator were now jaded beyond recollection.

Lost to a tragedy they had not wanted any part on or wished for. One that the world had in its silent cruelty or mercy depending your alliances forgotten what "truly" had happened for all of those that did were now long gone....or met an even worse fate

But not her.

And she regretted that

Now only cold bitterness remained to stew in the heart of she who was left behind. One that bled out into the cold land of her domain. And in due time.....would expand to all the corners of Tevat like a violent cancer that would purge whatever colour remained in a world that had lost all meaning to her.

That she had sworn....

For there had been nothing as degrading and cruel than to force her to pick up the pieces while the blood of the innocent still stained her hands, their souls howling in the Leylines as the corruption took over their bodies, tainting them, nurturing into something.... bile

All in the name of compliance.

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Compliance

She bit her lip, hands clasping around the arms of her throne so tightly that the frost cracked under the pressure. The mere notion of that word bringing a multitude of mixed feelings into her hollow heart.