Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
PAINT YOURSELF A PICTURE OF WHAT YOU WISH YOU LOOKED LIKE
a slight breeze buffeted the pastel haired youth; however, he ignored the pesky pulling of the wind, propelling himself forward and heedlessly traversing the streets. darkness encroached upon the island, for the sun had disappeared for the day, sinking behind the building and the earth. hours remained before daylight would grace the isle. each ticking of the clock presented the opportunity for life and death, yet people ignored the simple pleasures, not acknowledging the possibilities that each day brought. pale lips parted, allowing a sigh to escape him. his shoulders hunched, drawing closer to his body as he meandered through the streets. he ignored the catcalls and the jeering, but to be frank, those sounds did not penetrate the fog surrounding him. he waded through a dense substance, struggling to escape the clingy membrane and falling further and further into his depression. his friends witnessed his sharp descent and loathed the idea of his depression returning; however, they refused to acknowledge the subtle signs that pointed toward the fabricated mask. they wanted to believe in his lies, so he dragged himself away from their cheerful words and bright smiles.
narcisse did not deserve their friendship, did not deserve their understanding, did not deserve their heartfelt smiles. his hands were stained with the blood of his brother—an innocent that strove to protect him from life’s demons. the pinkette did not deserve forgiveness.
with his head bowed, he strode into the park, and without the delighted laughter of children and bright sunlight, it looked quite forlorn and desolate. kuu park existed to provide happiness and joy to the children of selene isle, inviting them to unwind underneath the aged trees; however, during the dark hours of night, the majestic trees morphed into silent sentinels, unmoving monsters. a shudder wracked his lean frame as he lifted his gaze away from the ground. his feet carried him across the paved path, for he wanted to follow the winding route. in life, people traversed similar paths, searching for affirmation and acceptance. narcisse wanted to reclaim his niche in life, believing that it shattered with his brother’s death. resignation settled over his features as he watched the trees sway in the breeze, beckoning him forward while warning him of the dangers ahead. nature observed the constant changes of the world, watching from the shadows and weathering the changes of the tide. they thrived regardless of humanity’s decisions, and he envied them. his home shattered with his brother’s death, leaving him floundering and without anchor. had he been too selfish—abandoning his brother while trying to gain his parents’ acceptance…
ma… i can’t change the past, he whispered, voice snatched away by the wind. pale lips curved into a smile as he straightened his posture, stopping in the middle of the paved road and staring up at the sky. stars glittered in the expanse of black, and in his mind’s eye, they represented points of hope—the shining light that never diminished. soft laughter filled the quiet night as he pivoted to face the shadowy depths of the park. with previously unseen resolution, he strode across the paved route, crossing from pavement to grass without missing a beat. his route lacked the rigidity of the created paths, leading him to meander aimlessly through the trees. however, his route came to a screeching halt when he noticed a young girl, slumbering peacefully on a nearby bench. with light steps, he approached, worriedly eyeing the youth and crouching down in front of the prone object. one trembling hand reached out, fingers grasping at her shoulder and softly shaking the fair haired female. miss, scusa, wake up, his voice shattered the silence, a soothing tone that belayed his worry and apprehension.
A soft tune of the mid-afternoon breeze tasseled through the silverette’s fine tresses shielded by the towering oak she seek shelter underneath it. Shadows played on the ground, dancing through the bright touches of the blazing sun. Leaves flew and rustled as they played with the coming gust of air warmth by the rays of the sun. Somehow Ame found this setting peaceful enough to commit a nap to. Soft whispers of the forestry held a block that helped her mute out the continuous amorous chatter sounding from the fellow citizenry roaming through the peace laden grounds.
Flowers patches bloomed a few meters from her their scent lingered the air surrounding the fragile form napping at the bottom of the tree without a care for the world around her. They don’t exist; in her eyes the passing drones were simply passing shadows coming and going like the wind floating around her. Bees buzzing as it hovered over the blooming lilies. A soft sigh slipped past the pale lips laden on her face as she turned her body on the soft green grassy earth.
No one bothered to disturb the child, the children played in the playground as the winds carried their happy squeals around the area. Their parents keeping eye as they chattered with one another gossip that mothers tossed to one another until it formed an endless chain given by the rumor mill. Mother relishes in those... a fleeting thought entered her peaceful sanctuary fleeting into a midst of sakura blossoms no sooner it touched her inner world.
The rest hardly bothered with the child, as she hardly bothered with their business. They come and went by their own accord unfortunately for the child her peaceful spot happens to be crowded today... It hardly bothered her except for the unwanted company that came in the form of the rest of the going drones hovering over her space. Inside her mindscape free from the clutches of mankind there she’s left upon her devises, reviewing and reanalyzing the things happen and pass while mulling over choices of some matters that needed a careful eye to. Her place of solace that time had no grip in aside from the real realm that housed her body. The brightness of the warm day dimmed giving its way into dusk. Orange highlights filled the expansive fields of blue covering the light blue hue as it tucked the setting sun in its arms. How long had she been here... Dreaming away in a field of dreams of past actions, pros and cons being argued by two different sides while the child simply watched with boredom lacing her fine- doll like façade.
Her peace didn’t last however, footsteps soft at first now continuously thumped within her tuned hearing.
Tap tap tap it went, softened by the soft grass it stepped it but still audible to the tiny frame resting on the grounds. She held the urge to look, to lift open the pale eyelids hiding the amethyst colored orbs within but she withheld, forcing her mind to wonder on more dire things. Still it persisted ringing in her mind like a chime from an old church bell. A hand strengthened those desires as it grasped at her shoulder it gave reason for the child to flutter her eyelids open in silent inquiry as the young voiceless young child looked up at the pinkette leaning over her with a worried mask strapped on his mien. She tilted her head, wondering what the man could want from her but still she didn’t speak. She never does.
Soft pale lashes fluttered upon those light colored orbs hands fished through her pockets for her phone once found delicate fingers pounded away at the screen until an eligible sentence formed on it. ‘Si?’ Clearly written on the device as the child dabbled once again in her mother’s tongue.
PAINT YOURSELF A PICTURE OF WHAT YOU WISH YOU LOOKED LIKE
a relieved sigh escaped the pastel haired student. pale eyelids fluttered open to reveal amethyst hued eyes, and with the youth’s return to consciousness, the tension exited his lean frame, allowing him to drop to the ground. grass cushioned his short descent; however, narcisse ignored the faint traces of embarrassment and the absurdity of his situation. children—for in his eyes, the silver haired girl was a child—should not be tossed aside and left slumbering in the park. no, he believed that parents should respect the youth, teach and guide them through life. pale brows furrowed as he watched the teen. apprehension surfaced on his pale features while he shifted his position. slender legs crossed, knees spread out and hands resting on the ground. fingers twisted around the blades of grass, absentmindedly plucking them and tugging at the loosened object until the fragile connections snapped. the monotony of the action helped soothe his rampaging emotions. the shock slowly wore off and granted him the clarity to observe the situation from an object view point. when faced with the abuse of a child, the pinkette tended to forget himself. he dived headfirst into the conflict and struggled to unearth a solution, but despite the situation, the child lacked the obvious signs of abuse.
confusion dominated his expression as amaterasu tapped away at her phone. the light from the mobile illuminated her features, vividly reminding narcisse of a doll. little girls were enthralled with the beautiful china dolls, constantly demanding one and sobbing hysterically when denied. danger existed behind the painted expressions and beautiful clothing. the fragile porcelain could easily shatter, breaking into a million pieces and proving hazardous for the health of the children; however, parents hated to deny their offspring and eventually relented to their request. as time passed, the young girls lost interest in the doll and shoved her aside. for years, the doll collected dust, expression never changing and heart never beating. the heartbreaking fragility of the china dolls endeared them to society, but regardless of humanity’s advancement, they continued to shove them aside, forgetting about them and leaving them at the mercy of the elements. pale lips quirked into a rueful smile as his fingers caught on the grass. the struggle to unearth the item carted him back to reality. he could spend countless hours internally debating the fate of childhood toys, but the silver haired youth required his time and patience. time remained for him to wander through the twisting routes of his mental comparison.
he just needed to be patient.
with a firm nod of his head, pale red colored eyes shifted to land on the girl’s phone, whose screen was pointed in his direction. his eyes greedily drank in the familiar word as the confusion melted away. her capacity to speak had either been destroyed or locked away due to trauma, and he would never begrudge her for the limitation. ho paura. per favore… non addormentarsi nel parco, narcisse muttered, one hand lifting from the ground and pressing against his heart. her presence had startled him, and the worry still lingered. si potrebbe essere stato rapito… o peggio! pale fingers curled to clutch at the fabric of his shirt, tugging at the material and helping to hide the trembling of his limbs. oddio! with another sigh, he shifted his gaze from the phone screen to the girl. pale lips curving into a hesitant smile as he tipped his head to the side. sono chiamato narcisse. e tu? his last question lacked the urgency of his previous statements. he had resigned himself to the displayed reality and decided against demanding answers from the youth… without providing answers of his own… of course.
