[ she didn't want to believe it either, the stories she's read in books simply just that: stories. legends, myths—traditions passed down from generation to generation to explain the different and strange phenomena in the past. sure, visions somehow are still granted to certain individuals, but she's always assumed there were other reasons for it.
in a way, it feels like they've uncovered something they shouldn't have uncovered. even if it's unwittingly dragged them into it with no rhyme or reason.
lumine opens her mouth to respond to him, to tell him that yes, it's all too convenient and doesn't he find that strange? but words seem to fade on her tongue, their surroundings shifting and melting once more as it has time and time again. she wonders what kind of vision it is this time around when she freezes, eyes widening.
the sky above her is painted red, dark angry clouds swirling in its vastness. and before her, the pure white landscape, charred and torn into pieces, is littered with unmoving bodies. even the air smells like fire and death, burning her throat as it fills her lungs. she's on a battlefield.
lumine! aether's face swims into her view, haloed by golden light despite his cheeks being smudged with what looks like blood and soot. what are you doing standing here? we should go! ]
Aether ... [ her twin brother grabs her hand, pulling her down a white path. her other hand is curled around a sword, gold and silver. ] Where are we going?
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in a way, it feels like they've uncovered something they shouldn't have uncovered. even if it's unwittingly dragged them into it with no rhyme or reason.
lumine opens her mouth to respond to him, to tell him that yes, it's all too convenient and doesn't he find that strange? but words seem to fade on her tongue, their surroundings shifting and melting once more as it has time and time again. she wonders what kind of vision it is this time around when she freezes, eyes widening.
the sky above her is painted red, dark angry clouds swirling in its vastness. and before her, the pure white landscape, charred and torn into pieces, is littered with unmoving bodies. even the air smells like fire and death, burning her throat as it fills her lungs. she's on a battlefield.
lumine! aether's face swims into her view, haloed by golden light despite his cheeks being smudged with what looks like blood and soot. what are you doing standing here? we should go! ]
Aether ... [ her twin brother grabs her hand, pulling her down a white path. her other hand is curled around a sword, gold and silver. ] Where are we going?