Magic disappeared. Magic returned. And then, the world ended.
This is our world, but not our world. It is a world of islands, floating in the sky.
Once there was magic. Then for a time, there was none. And then there was magic again. Once, long ago, magic disappeared from the world so completely that the people who lived then came to believe magic had never been. They were wrong, and magic returned, and those people pridefully fought the very gods in a terrible war, a destructive war, which only ended when the surface of the world had been cracked asunder and cast up into the sky.
Now the world is broken into pieces, into separate islands, floating slowly in the sky. Now the people of this age live as best they can, scavenging and fighting and loving, doing all the things people have always done, but now doing those things in the sky.
On one island, Sema, a farm girl, watches as her family are killed by pirates. On another, in a city, a thousand miles to south, Cassa is about to marry a man she does not love. Sema must survive, and in her own way Cassa must survive too. Slowly they are drawn together, and their meeting may save the world.
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So because it turns out if I do normal romance everyone hates me, I’m going to try a couple of different things... So this is fantasy, just because, so... um, here! I’m not sure how it’ll go because I haven’t tried before, but if you’d like to look, then please do!
Oh, the odd chapter numbering is because I'm kind of thinking longer chapters, and swapping between the two characters, so 1.1, 1.2, 1.3 are the parts of chapter one and about Sema, and then 2.1 is the start of the actual chapter 2. If that makes sense :)
And also, thank you for looking!
Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates.
Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur.
Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist.
Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path.
Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright.
Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak.
Wake, young traveler.
Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges.
It's time to say goodbye, curly head.
Cross post from AO3.
For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place."
Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments.
(Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)