07-23-2018, 10:53 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]One wish. That’s all she had. Fischer stepped towards the beginning of the end for the Calypso Carnival. She kept her steps soft, retrieving a lantern for herself. Gazing around, she caught the sight of her crewmates, family and friends, helping one another. It was like serenity had finally found it's way to this land. A faint smile traced itself way on to her face, eyes going round and misty, but returning to her own area as she began to write down her name.
One wish, that’s all she wanted to take. At first, at least. The wolf swallowed, second guessing herself. Then, at once, she knew. Peace and salvation for all. Fischer wrote, pursing her lips in an ardent expression before she rested back on her haunches before laying down beside her lantern, watching it. Her face was soft, nearly on the verge of joyous tears, but then something powerful came breaking through. Her eyes went hard, her smile strengthened. Maybe she wasn’t sure if she was deserving of peace and salvation herself, but she knew, as this lantern would be lit and sent off, Fischer would be rising again from the water, stronger and happier than before. She had to shrug off the past, and allow herself to truly be herself once more.
Why was she always so afraid of history writing itself over her? The shame, the guilt from what had happened in her old home, had nothing to do with what she did here. If anything, it would only push her to do the wrong things, to cower in the corner and not be there for her new home. There was a bold but fragile look on her face, bead dark eyes staring out into the ocean. She was not the trickle of rain water off a limp leaf, she was a rushing waterfall off the side of the most jagged cliff—soft and graceful but powerful and forceful, able to move on from before, able to provide for others. She was a waterfall.
One wish, that’s all she wanted to take. At first, at least. The wolf swallowed, second guessing herself. Then, at once, she knew. Peace and salvation for all. Fischer wrote, pursing her lips in an ardent expression before she rested back on her haunches before laying down beside her lantern, watching it. Her face was soft, nearly on the verge of joyous tears, but then something powerful came breaking through. Her eyes went hard, her smile strengthened. Maybe she wasn’t sure if she was deserving of peace and salvation herself, but she knew, as this lantern would be lit and sent off, Fischer would be rising again from the water, stronger and happier than before. She had to shrug off the past, and allow herself to truly be herself once more.
Why was she always so afraid of history writing itself over her? The shame, the guilt from what had happened in her old home, had nothing to do with what she did here. If anything, it would only push her to do the wrong things, to cower in the corner and not be there for her new home. There was a bold but fragile look on her face, bead dark eyes staring out into the ocean. She was not the trickle of rain water off a limp leaf, she was a rushing waterfall off the side of the most jagged cliff—soft and graceful but powerful and forceful, able to move on from before, able to provide for others. She was a waterfall.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags