Pardonia
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  • Parts 4
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  • Reads 73
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 4
  • Time 13m
Ongoing, First published Jun 19, 2012
They had left their guilt behind in the crumbling deserts of destruction surrounding the city; They had plucked the bright apple eyes of every child and left a blind puppet; they had enticed god and mimicked him; they had fallen free into bondage.
Their days mirrored trapped nights servant to deception.
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They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.