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Far be it, a time when Gods did not quarrel! For the worlds would be dead and empty without such trepidation! Each to their own. Tragedy among tragedy. Act to act. But no act be more remarked among 'the same' than that of a Rose to Sand.
For in times where bone was fresh and malleable, stood there within the stars a Rosemaiden and a Shard. Within them beheld the mold of themselves, two lands infinite in their beauty and greatness. But where Rose, amongst nature majestic maintained, Shard held firm in symetric construct. Vivid color against crystalline bleakness. Warm to cool.
Together they lived amongst 'the same', but of allies they were not. For within bleakened eyes beheld hate and rage of that warm realm of the other. Struck once in encounter, feelings were brought forth of Shard to Rose, the words of which are timeless:
"What a pathetic show, your realm of twilight! Neither grasp of day or night. Always between, always neither within or out. Such miserable...Chaos. The weeds! The unturned stones. The clogged waters! Like a ground let grown in. And just as ugly. Dispicable, detestable, deplorable!"
Oh woe be to those who glimpsed upon the night sky and witnessed the anger of a god scorned! For wounded the Rosemaiden was, there came through the event a more weathered and thorned growth that bloomed! And such Anger was cemented! Whom did Shard so dare to believe himself to be? To be facing? How be it that so disgusting a being could befall the minds of others with bleakness? And that such rises of cold land, in their thought, could compare to the growths of a warm one?
First desire. Desire born within the jealous bloom of a rose burst forth. To see a Shard splintered, humiliated, humbled! But how does one break a Shard? By what means could one such as he befall? Then there became irony. Irony from a plan that was built upon labors of a warm mind. The words of the moment of it's fruition of which are timeless:
"Like a mirror that realm of Order will fall! It's perfect walls and calculated symmetry. Unnatural discord of artificial rises! Such miserable...creation! The cemented roads! Bricks, blocks and bleak crystalline spires! Molded Channels of such fluid motions! Like a ground smothered of true life! And just as ugly! Ugly. How dare one with so worthless a realm mock me! To mock my realm! And to dare stretch his bleak horrors across even more planes? Unforgivable! I shall see him fall, but no mere agent will bring warmth to his cold world. For Shard shall be the one to break his world with his own two hands! He shall be an avatar of his own realm's destruction. Endlessly crumbling, like a ground let grown in. But not alone shall I drink to this. In others shall I find natural...harmony..."
And so true, that amongst those of 'the same' came a clamor of similar regard, for few held aloft to the cool one and nearly all had been slighted in his passing. A charismatic weave, tangled between them made respects of their opinions through a rose's plan. That weave brought solid the resolve to commit to a combined act. An act of suffering! An act of change! An act of destruction! An act of jealousy! An act of revenge.
The moments beyond the act's effects of which are of timeless remembrance. For upon that act there came to be that: a mirror broke, a hole was formed, the hands of a warmed man strangled a cold land, and a Rose grew larger and bloomed brighter in her garden.
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Just figured people would enjoy a nice little short story. I had a nice round of inspiration awhile ago, and felt this would be the perfect subject to write out. Even if it's based on a bit of hypothetical fan lore.
