otherworld
Centuries have passed me by, the sound of metal slicing flesh engraved into my mind from hundreds of years of bloody battling echoing through every rare moment of silence I am able to savor. All for what purpose? Land? Power? Or perhaps something deeper, something I, as a mere soldier of war, am unable to fathom.
I used to be royalty. High Fae Prince the Day Kingdom. But Father has long since passed a stable sense of mind, enraged by the successes of the Night Kingdom. Rumors say he’s possessed, skeptics say it’s coincidental. But the possession of all the Otherworld Kingdom rulers must be everything but coincidental. There has to be something going on. A falsity, something that is leading them wrong. Perhaps it is the disease spreading across the Otherworld Kingdoms, what sparked this outbreak of warfare. But one would easily tell due to the nature of its symptoms; veins, nails, and scleras turning black, magic corrupting until the loss of it completely. All for the inevitable. To simply decay to dust, all who inhale the fumes of your fatality fated to be afflicted with the same illness. An endless cycle of death, not life.
It’s still unknown where this disease stemmed from, at least to me.
So, as I’m absorbed by my thoughts, laying here with my comrades on the blackened soil, with only the buzzing of flies and the smell of rotting flesh, I can’t help but wonder. Wonder how my wife is taking this new predicament. Wonder how my unborn child will survive my wife’s affliction to the illness; such lengthened exposure to it cannot be healthy, and the reproduction of High Fae is much longer than that of mortals’ because of the developing of magic. Wonder how Father is going to fix this. Wonder if I will make it through to see my child if they survive. All I can do now is hold my breath and wait—inhaling through my mouth is no better, I can taste the faerie blood in the air.
Perhaps my wife and child would have better circumstances in Aeryn than here, in the Otherworld. Yes. Yes, I will send a letter and pray to the Ancients above that they receive it and leave to the Aeryn Kingdoms. Any will do. Spring, Summer, Winter, Autumn. All are better than here.
Yes. And perhaps, if luck is on their side, they do not force my wife back to the Otherworld due to her disease. If so, at least we will die together.
It was our promise.
A/N:
why this feel lowk kinda cringe 😬
imma post it publically anyway but like…
send help 😀🙏
also this is js my excuse to write abt my pookies in the delulu fantasies inside my head 😋‼️
all critism is needed (sos sos sos 😭) bro i suck 💀
i need to be better 🧑🦲🔥
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