Ashes and Chaos
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Ongoing10m
Last published Mon, Jun 21, 2021
"Where am I?"
"What are you? Rapunzel?"
"I JUST SAW WOMEN HAULING BABIES INTO PITFIRES."
"... And?"
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Welcome to Fotia, one of the 5 Nations of Seira! It's also known as the Empire of fire, or the kingdom of war, the realm of the hotheads, home to hypocrites and etc. The kingdom itself is located in the inner core of the Planet Earth. Despite the core being approximately 9,392 Fahrenheit (that's about 5200 degree Celsius), the Fotian have been blessed by their God: Ignatius. The Spirit of Fire and the youngest of the 5 children of Mother Nature.
To a 17 year old teen, however, asking her to believe this nonsense actually existed was like telling a pig to drive you to school. Even if the supernatural existed, she wouldn't want to have anything to do with it. Not when she already had so much on her plate.
But alas, Life really said "haHA, tough luck, Sonny Boi."
This story contains:
-TRIGGERS (e.g. verbal abuse, mentions of harm, blood, etc.)
-supernatural life forms that could kill you
-word play
-political TOXICITY
-dry humour
-MORE TOXICITY
-ANGST
If you have a problem with any of the above, I suggest turning way right now.
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