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" As he struggled to catch his breath, the short lagomorph glanced around at the green plains and hills stretching on for miles everywhere he'd look, his dark cinnamon fur bristling in the evening wind that had began to pick up shortly before the sun had set.
It was a beautiful place. Fields of emerald grass surrounded him, basking in the dim orange-purple glow that only lasts a few short moments in the lights of dusk. From where he stood, upon one of the high mountains which surrounded the valley, he could see the city perfectly- Coiling around the side of a tall siera like a snake; The shortstack buildings with their connected roofs that made up the lower levels, and the spiraling spires of the palace, all made of the same soft, white stone. One by one, he'd watch as the golden lights of the capital came on, like drifting fireflies in the sundown.
Oh, it was a sight to behold.
But this wasn't why he was here.
He'd heard the call of the lantern, felt its pull. It led him here. Something would happen here. The notion pulled him back from his peaceful daydreaming, snapping into him a twinge of dread. No, this wasn't just sightseeing.
He sat down on the soft grass with a sigh, setting the round, glassy lantern down on his lap as he did so. The flame burning within was so bright now that it nearly blinded him to stare directly at it... Well, at least he'd be free from its grasp for just a little while, now that he'd finally reached it. He'd be safe here, spectating from afar as always. He closed his eyes for an instant, ignoring his instincts- he felt like he more than deserved a moment of quiet respite, after how much he'd walked for the past few weeks- Oh, it wasn't like he hated wandering. In fact, he always loves discovering these strange, faraway places. If only it let him rest sometimes, though...
The woeful snap of a broken twig behind his back pulled him out of his contemplations, his legs kicking the air on reflex as he'd twirl around.
Behind him was a young elf, it seems- A child, their cherry red eyes fixated on the shortstack rabbit, both unmoving in their surprise as they watched eachother. It took a few seconds for the cinnamon-colored watcher to notice the elf's pupils- Milky white, like two shining pearls dropped in a pool of bright, fresh blood. A seer, perhaps. He tilted his head, quickly glancing up and down the stranger; They were barely a few heads taller than himself, dressed in light white robes and wearing a tight drape of light silk around their head, covering their hair and neck, patches of peach color popping out against their dark skin.
The child was the first one to speak.
"Ah... Er, hello? I don't think I've ever seen you around here. Are you... A traveller?"
Slightly taken aback, he quickly looked around, before giving a weary nod.
"Oh! I mean, I usually come here alone, but I guess it might be nice to have company... If you don't mind?"
The lagomorph seemed to reflect on his options for a short moment, before nodding again, this time accompanied with a scoff as he re-adjusted the thick, wooly red scarf around his neck. After all, there was still time, he felt, and it wasn't every day he encountered someone who could see him. The child walked over, sitting down by the rabbit, until they noticed him giving them an odd look, as if questioning their reason to be here.
"...I like to hike up the mountain sometimes. It's tiring, but I think the view's nice."
Then, looking down at the young watcher once more, "You don't talk much, do you? I mean, that's fine. I like the silence."
Saying this, they looked up to the sky, and so did he. Small, twinkling stars were beginning to appear to the night sky. Small balls of gases and fire, far off into the infinite space... He wondered if anyone else shared this knowledge with him, right in this moment. Maybe the people would have to find it out themselves. His heart was beginning to beat faster in his chest, the flame of the lantern burning into his entrails like a blasted poison. He glanced over to the child. Did they know? Maybe if he just stayed here, whatever fate had in store wouldn't reach them. He hoped so. Looking back on this moment, he would have prayed so, even, had he not known that none of the gods would come to aid.
"You know," The child started, "If you're a traveler, you must've seen a lot of things, right?" They asked. He looked away with a smile, scoffing, then nodded as he remembered memories of the countries he'd visited, the different cultures, the stunning landscapes... He sighed mournfully as his head began to feel dizzy with anxiety, longing for those warm, colorfully delightful days. He lays down on the ground, staring at the night sky now. The elf stifles a small laugh upon seeing their newfound silent friend's reaction, tilting their head to watch the stars once more, constellations now clearly visible in the dark purple-ink space.
"... I wish I could see a lot, too..." The child sighs, "The valley's nice, but I'd like to see the world, someday." They announce, now bearing a proud smile. He perks his ears, raising one of his eyebrows as the elf continues speaking, "I'd see the jungle and the deserts and the sea. I'd grow wings like a bird, or I'd make my own, and I'd fly to the North and see the frozen realms!" They laugh, looking back to him with a large smile. "Wouldn't that be nice?" He does give his best attempt at a smile, but the anxious tension on his face shows, and the child's own gleeful expression falls a bit as they look down to the grassy hills underneath them.
"I know, it's silly." They scoff, and he shakes his head. The child perks up, their head turning to him. "...Really? I mean, I know I can't grow wings. I just think... Well, I think fantasies would be nice to have." They scoff, and he gives the elf an understanding smile, albeit burdened by the churning felt in his stomach. The lantern's glow is too warm. It feels scalding on his skin, yet it's only hot enough to draw his attention back to it as he listens.
"My caretaker doesn't think for nonsense like that." They say with a sigh, and the cinnamon rabbit frowns. "... I remember something she told me, I think..." His nose twitches with anticipation, looking up to the elf.
"...In the world of the unjust, ignorance is bliss." The child rolls their eyes as they quote the phrase, and the lagomorph frowns.
"I don't believe it either. She always talks as if the entire world is out to get everyone... I wouldn't want to live like that. Besides, saying that it's bad wouldn't change a thing... If the world really is unjust, then it should be up to us to make it just." Then, they glance down to the city, and let out a gasp.
"Oh, I should go. They're probably going to start the festival soon..." They say, stepping up and dusting their robes. Suddenly, the sickly heat that had been crawling around in the back of his skull bashes against his senses, the lagomorph only barely repressing his nausea as the glow of the lantern nestled between his arms pulsates along with his heartbeat.
"Well, I guess that's a goodbye, then! I hope I'll see you sometimes!" The small elf says with a bright smile, bowing forward respectfully to his brief, silent friend. The young watcher's chest tightens up, the sparkle of dread he'd been feeling ignited into a fire that devours his insides, burning red hot and sending shivers down his back. Maybe if he could just say something. Anything. Anything to make this child stay, just a little longer... It closes in, the moment seizing his heart like a serpent, sinking its fangs into his muscles. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat is dry and parched. He tries to think of something, but nothing comes out.
Painfully, painstakingly long seconds pass by as he raises his arm and waves a silent goodbye to his friend, losing the fight against his instincts. He would watch. No, he had to watch. It wasn't his place. Maybe it was.
But before long, the moment was gone. The young elf turned around, and left down the trail snaking around the mountainside. The lantern's pulse drove his senses, the watcher turned his head and started forward, into the delicate white spires of the city, the beautiful golden lights, the soft tall emerald grass down below. His head throbbed.
And as the last glimmers of color left the sky, when darkness struck and the night was left with its inky blanket to envelop the earth, ancient seeds sown and words spoken by those of old took roots. Just like that, the earth cracked and burst like a balloon made of dry paper. The spires splintered, the households were engulfed by the earth. The seed of darkness had sprouted, taking the form of a gigantic pillar of melting energies that grew and ate and grew. And it grew and reached until every light in the valley had died out.
And he was sat on the mountain, his eyes glassy and senses numb as every detail was carved into his memory, as he drew the information he needed. As he recorded. The growing sprout of horrors wouldn't notice him there. And years later, the most powerful forces of the world would gather, to seal this seed and its land away, leaving nothing behind but ashes and dead winds.
And he was safe there, where the lantern had guided him to.
And he heard it, under all the noise. 'In the world of the unjust, ignorance is bliss.'
And he watched. "
" As he struggled to catch his breath, the short lagomorph glanced around at the green plains and hills stretching on for miles everywhere he'd look, his dark cinnamon fur bristling in the evening wind that had began to pick up shortly before the sun had set.
It was a beautiful place. Fields of emerald grass surrounded him, basking in the dim orange-purple glow that only lasts a few short moments in the lights of dusk. From where he stood, upon one of the high mountains which surrounded the valley, he could see the city perfectly- Coiling around the side of a tall siera like a snake; The shortstack buildings with their connected roofs that made up the lower levels, and the spiraling spires of the palace, all made of the same soft, white stone. One by one, he'd watch as the golden lights of the capital came on, like drifting fireflies in the sundown.
Oh, it was a sight to behold.
But this wasn't why he was here.
He'd heard the call of the lantern, felt its pull. It led him here. Something would happen here. The notion pulled him back from his peaceful daydreaming, snapping into him a twinge of dread. No, this wasn't just sightseeing.
He sat down on the soft grass with a sigh, setting the round, glassy lantern down on his lap as he did so. The flame burning within was so bright now that it nearly blinded him to stare directly at it... Well, at least he'd be free from its grasp for just a little while, now that he'd finally reached it. He'd be safe here, spectating from afar as always. He closed his eyes for an instant, ignoring his instincts- he felt like he more than deserved a moment of quiet respite, after how much he'd walked for the past few weeks- Oh, it wasn't like he hated wandering. In fact, he always loves discovering these strange, faraway places. If only it let him rest sometimes, though...
The woeful snap of a broken twig behind his back pulled him out of his contemplations, his legs kicking the air on reflex as he'd twirl around.
Behind him was a young elf, it seems- A child, their cherry red eyes fixated on the shortstack rabbit, both unmoving in their surprise as they watched eachother. It took a few seconds for the cinnamon-colored watcher to notice the elf's pupils- Milky white, like two shining pearls dropped in a pool of bright, fresh blood. A seer, perhaps. He tilted his head, quickly glancing up and down the stranger; They were barely a few heads taller than himself, dressed in light white robes and wearing a tight drape of light silk around their head, covering their hair and neck, patches of peach color popping out against their dark skin.
The child was the first one to speak.
"Ah... Er, hello? I don't think I've ever seen you around here. Are you... A traveller?"
Slightly taken aback, he quickly looked around, before giving a weary nod.
"Oh! I mean, I usually come here alone, but I guess it might be nice to have company... If you don't mind?"
The lagomorph seemed to reflect on his options for a short moment, before nodding again, this time accompanied with a scoff as he re-adjusted the thick, wooly red scarf around his neck. After all, there was still time, he felt, and it wasn't every day he encountered someone who could see him. The child walked over, sitting down by the rabbit, until they noticed him giving them an odd look, as if questioning their reason to be here.
"...I like to hike up the mountain sometimes. It's tiring, but I think the view's nice."
Then, looking down at the young watcher once more, "You don't talk much, do you? I mean, that's fine. I like the silence."
Saying this, they looked up to the sky, and so did he. Small, twinkling stars were beginning to appear to the night sky. Small balls of gases and fire, far off into the infinite space... He wondered if anyone else shared this knowledge with him, right in this moment. Maybe the people would have to find it out themselves. His heart was beginning to beat faster in his chest, the flame of the lantern burning into his entrails like a blasted poison. He glanced over to the child. Did they know? Maybe if he just stayed here, whatever fate had in store wouldn't reach them. He hoped so. Looking back on this moment, he would have prayed so, even, had he not known that none of the gods would come to aid.
"You know," The child started, "If you're a traveler, you must've seen a lot of things, right?" They asked. He looked away with a smile, scoffing, then nodded as he remembered memories of the countries he'd visited, the different cultures, the stunning landscapes... He sighed mournfully as his head began to feel dizzy with anxiety, longing for those warm, colorfully delightful days. He lays down on the ground, staring at the night sky now. The elf stifles a small laugh upon seeing their newfound silent friend's reaction, tilting their head to watch the stars once more, constellations now clearly visible in the dark purple-ink space.
"... I wish I could see a lot, too..." The child sighs, "The valley's nice, but I'd like to see the world, someday." They announce, now bearing a proud smile. He perks his ears, raising one of his eyebrows as the elf continues speaking, "I'd see the jungle and the deserts and the sea. I'd grow wings like a bird, or I'd make my own, and I'd fly to the North and see the frozen realms!" They laugh, looking back to him with a large smile. "Wouldn't that be nice?" He does give his best attempt at a smile, but the anxious tension on his face shows, and the child's own gleeful expression falls a bit as they look down to the grassy hills underneath them.
"I know, it's silly." They scoff, and he shakes his head. The child perks up, their head turning to him. "...Really? I mean, I know I can't grow wings. I just think... Well, I think fantasies would be nice to have." They scoff, and he gives the elf an understanding smile, albeit burdened by the churning felt in his stomach. The lantern's glow is too warm. It feels scalding on his skin, yet it's only hot enough to draw his attention back to it as he listens.
"My caretaker doesn't think for nonsense like that." They say with a sigh, and the cinnamon rabbit frowns. "... I remember something she told me, I think..." His nose twitches with anticipation, looking up to the elf.
"...In the world of the unjust, ignorance is bliss." The child rolls their eyes as they quote the phrase, and the lagomorph frowns.
"I don't believe it either. She always talks as if the entire world is out to get everyone... I wouldn't want to live like that. Besides, saying that it's bad wouldn't change a thing... If the world really is unjust, then it should be up to us to make it just." Then, they glance down to the city, and let out a gasp.
"Oh, I should go. They're probably going to start the festival soon..." They say, stepping up and dusting their robes. Suddenly, the sickly heat that had been crawling around in the back of his skull bashes against his senses, the lagomorph only barely repressing his nausea as the glow of the lantern nestled between his arms pulsates along with his heartbeat.
"Well, I guess that's a goodbye, then! I hope I'll see you sometimes!" The small elf says with a bright smile, bowing forward respectfully to his brief, silent friend. The young watcher's chest tightens up, the sparkle of dread he'd been feeling ignited into a fire that devours his insides, burning red hot and sending shivers down his back. Maybe if he could just say something. Anything. Anything to make this child stay, just a little longer... It closes in, the moment seizing his heart like a serpent, sinking its fangs into his muscles. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat is dry and parched. He tries to think of something, but nothing comes out.
Painfully, painstakingly long seconds pass by as he raises his arm and waves a silent goodbye to his friend, losing the fight against his instincts. He would watch. No, he had to watch. It wasn't his place. Maybe it was.
But before long, the moment was gone. The young elf turned around, and left down the trail snaking around the mountainside. The lantern's pulse drove his senses, the watcher turned his head and started forward, into the delicate white spires of the city, the beautiful golden lights, the soft tall emerald grass down below. His head throbbed.
And as the last glimmers of color left the sky, when darkness struck and the night was left with its inky blanket to envelop the earth, ancient seeds sown and words spoken by those of old took roots. Just like that, the earth cracked and burst like a balloon made of dry paper. The spires splintered, the households were engulfed by the earth. The seed of darkness had sprouted, taking the form of a gigantic pillar of melting energies that grew and ate and grew. And it grew and reached until every light in the valley had died out.
And he was sat on the mountain, his eyes glassy and senses numb as every detail was carved into his memory, as he drew the information he needed. As he recorded. The growing sprout of horrors wouldn't notice him there. And years later, the most powerful forces of the world would gather, to seal this seed and its land away, leaving nothing behind but ashes and dead winds.
And he was safe there, where the lantern had guided him to.
And he heard it, under all the noise. 'In the world of the unjust, ignorance is bliss.'
And he watched. "
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