Pastel Moon

Pastel Moon

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Wren breathes colours. Her world has always been different to those around her. To her, the leaves are a soft and pastel blue. The trunks are a faded purple, matching the Earth to which her toes press into. The sky and grass are cotton-candy pink, and she has no clue why she is so different to everyone else. Maybe it has something to do with her dreams. She dreams about smokey clouds filling the air and consuming everything. She dreams about the periwinkle flowers drowning in bodies, about blue-birds falling from the sky. She dreams about her pastel world collapsing onto itself. DRAFT
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FYI: I do not own any of the characters in this story nor do I claim any of the art used in this fanfic. This world used to be beautiful y'know, shining shimmering waters, cool crisp winds, and a multitude of colours. But ever since it came this world has lost all its beauty to that thing. Someone needs to stop it, but Shelby is a mere alchemy student, and in no way fit for the job. Especially if you knew... but if no one else will stop it, then Shelby will. Even if it kills her. Tw: swearing, blood, violence, apocalypse, racism, death, mentions of attempted suicide/suicidal thoughts, and more

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