Floating weightlessly, revolving around nothing but your own thoughts and memories. This otherworld is strange, filled with lingering spirits who wait for their loved ones to pass. Spirits who, only are called on when this loved one is in the face of death. Zailey now stands on a thin line between the living and the dead. All of our ancestors and myself wait restlessly to see the outcome, as we all know that the time to chose draws near.
Everything that she's beaten and overcome, her raging emotions of grief to the dampened sounds of wails in the night. She's fought not only her own monsters countlessly, but others as well, just to make sure they sleep peacefully at night.
I know the guilt that eats her alive, the overwhelming emotion that gnaws at her insides whenever she thinks of the friends she'll have to murder, the ones she already has...
But inside, even further, she's happy that it's going to be done with. Wether she dies or wins she'll be filled with a sense of closure.
I drift past other seeking the portal that is constantly on her sleeping image. Warmth fills my heart at the sight. She'll be home soon, perhaps.
Whenever my thoughts pass on to her, I have only the utmost pride and respect for how well she's done. For the courage and beauty she's demonstrated, and the fearlessness she portrays to her enemies. She's the most I could hope for, and the most a father could ask for.
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Writer Games: Monsters (FULL)
De TodoThe world of Monstrum was peaceful, until a human; President Scarewell interfered, looking for a chance at eternal life, which just happened to require the blood of every creature in Monstrum. Armed rebellion soon emerged, and Scarewell was given hi...
