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Under the Roots

Under the Roots

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Robyn was an average girl in everything but name. She got average grades, had a few friends, and the only hobby she had was watching television. She had always expected her life to stay relatively the same. At least until she felt an odd tugging of her... soul? Yeah, you could call it her soul. It went on for days, and when she went to follow, she found herself trekking through deep woods far beyond the lights of the city. Beneath the ground, a society of shape-shifters exists and thrives. They built up their world, tiny as they were. At their Academy they train teenagers from each root of the tree they live under, and when they graduate, they are put into work, often shifting into the forms of sparrows to do their duties. You see, these tiny people only turn into one thing: a sparrow. That is their curse, set upon them long ago, before the ships came and a town was built around them, resulting in a few human visitors. The only people different from the sparrows are the crows and the owls. The crows help defend the tree from humans, and though there were once many, only one remains to do his duties.
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I imagine him as he is now, a cold echo of himself-a captive god, shackled to the ground he once knew well. For him, and for me, time crawls in the same sluggish circle. I picture the smallness of the space we put him in, and wonder if he remembers like I do. She was always drawn to storms, much like how lightning is drawn to the sky. Even at a young age, little Azura would stand beneath the thunderclouds that often visited the Sky'Lands during their journey across the Crystallin Sea, singing in a dead tongue. The chaotic beauty of the storms gave her solace, a stark contrast to the suffocating control of her makeshift family. Despite what had been promised, Azura couldn't help but feel a certain coldness each time a storm moved on without her. A coldness that only grew stronger and more present with each passing season, leaving her torn between the safety of familiarity and a longing for what lay beyond the open sea. Change had always taken something from her, bringing fear and loss of what had once been familiar. Facing change alone was terrifying, especially from the perspective of a gifted girl who had been isolated all her life. From the moment he was born, Damien's life had never been his own. Orphaned amidst the lower class and considered property of the Crown, it seemed his future had been set in stone, predetermined by those born with silver blood. To work arduously with his head held low and his mouth sealed shut until death would come for him. A death that seemed mockingly out of reach. Scars covered his body, some inflicted by the hands of the upper class, while others he had done to himself, as there was no such thing as a free slave in the Kingdom of Dunstan as long as the Royals lived. --------------------------------------------------- As of 2024, this will be the official place for my story. I've decided to use my actual name instead of my pen names. Copyright: All Rights Reserved to Brandi Rixford (Gismome7/Bealyn Rix/Snowbear17)

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