Lily -- A Fifth Season fanfic

The Drawing -- part 1

Lily helped mother plant seeds all day, then night came. The Markets became busy with thieves and killers during those hours, so they went inside. Lily grabbed her drawing, still unfinished. She had only this night to finish it.

That wasn't the only thing Lily worried about. Her skin, nails, and hair were all covered in dirt. Too much dirt. From a distance, her hair could be mistaken as a light brown or dirty blonde.

She placed her sketchpad on her bed, and took off her white button-down shirt, bra, panties, and skirt: which was beige in color. She had three other pairs of clothes just like it. All the other grits wore it as a uniform for creche.

A slight chill assaulted her naked body. She grabbed a white towel and covered herself up with it to keep herself from going cold, then headed to the shower.

She used the last of the warm water, shampooing her hair. The water turned cold, freezing, as the soap foamed from her hair and into the drain.

Her back tensed up as the cold water hit her skin, then she turned the faucet off before she got even more cold. The warm water was the last of any luxurious resources they had.

She got out of the shower and wrapped herself with a towel before heading back to her room.

After she put fresh clothes on, she stared at her drawing, still unfinished, placed on the center of her sleeping area. Father Earth's half-erased face stared back at her through the shadows of her wooden dresser which loomed over the foot of her bed. A challenge.

She grabbed her pencil and got on her bed, thinking about what to draw.

Have not yet made a mark on the paper, she imagined Father Earth to be someone that would look just like her. Someone that had ashblow hair and icewhite eyes, strange features feared by the world, yet loved by Sanzed: the empire that spanned throughout The Stillness. Of course they loved those features, they were intimidating. Sanzed was known for liking intimidating things, but nevertheless, Lily began to imagine more things about Father Earth: the god that hated them all; the god that hated lily; hoped for her to be dead; wanted her to be dead. She imagined fury in his eyes; two big balls of white, grey flame staring over a balcony overlooking a small cluster of stars in the sky, his long white hair flowing behind him as he raised his fist over a star that went supernova. The Fifth Season, it represented. The God was wearing a robe, green, and embroidered with an ancient aquamarine swirling design that would only belong to a civilization, long before any mentions of orogenes.

Then, she realized the drawing can't be in color at all, only in pencil.

She began drawing, staying up until dawn to finish it.

Finishing, her chest swelled with pride at the sight of her own work, then she went to sleep, little time she had for rest.