Day 2: Sermon
Day 2: Sermon
“What’s the use of a god, if their words don’t reach their followers ?”
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Day 31: Fungus
“Sozo once had family… friends… now, all Sozo has are mushrooms”
Not much is known about Sozo before he arrived at the lands of the old faith 1050 years ago. He came from the mainland and was something called “a doctor” which resembled a job similar to that of a healer (Doctors are NOT common in the island). He seemed interested on investigating and experimenting with the local flora of the land in search of their medical properties. Sadly, no one had warned him to avoid raw menticide mushrooms….
Sozo will appear later on in the fanfic.
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Day 22: Get drunk
“The demigod cousins meet up for the happy hour at the pub house, in order to catch a drink and catch up with each other. Since it’s their first time drinking without any of their parents present, they may have gone overboard with the booze…..”
These babies are part of a different Au called “parenthood”. Their names are (from left to right) Oldrock, Storm and Thalassa.
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Day 29: Claws
“O-Oh crowns… What have I done ?!”
Narinder’s betrayal was not planned. Nor he had the intention of doing the things he did to his family…… until it happened.
It happened in the spur of the moment. One moment he had asked his siblings to meet up with him, and before he knows it, he wakes up in an unfamiliar place. Chained up. Alone….. bloodied.
He initially did not remember what had happened and was incredibly confused…. But when he did, all he could do was stare at his claws. Horrified with what he had done.
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Day 14: Burned
“Liar, Liar. Your world’s on fire”.
Shamura may be the oldest of their siblings, but they were actually born a few centuries before the event that eradicated most of godhood took place. Barely a teen, actually, when it started.
The slaughter of the sheep, while a horrible, it’s not something that frequents their nightmares. Don’t get me wrong, they feel terribly guilty for the genocide…. When lucid with reality.
What torments them the most, specially when out of touch with reality, is the things they directly did (or didn’t do) to their godly peers.
The whole mess of Narinder’s imprisonment and their other siblings’s getting wounded being the most recent one. Shamura blames themselves for not seeing the signs of the disaster about to happen sooner and not protecting their kin (Narinder included, in a way).
But that isn’t the only thing that haunts their fragile mind…..
When they were younger, back when the old faith wasn’t even a thing, they met 3 gods. 3 gods that taught them different things. 3 gods that they murdered in cold blood when the chance arrived to do so. Of the 3 gods, they actually developed a deep emotional bond with 2 of them. This made their crime the more painful and guilt-griven.
None of the main cast knows about this. Not even their own blood. They swore to keep the fact their hands were bloodied since before the old faith a secret to take to the grave….. but…. Their mind is not what it used to be. They may… let some things slip.
Anyway, this prompt is more symbolic than anything else. Shamura is filled with secrets. Secrets that have been weighting their conscience for most of their lifetime.
And lies too. Lies that will burn their surroundings into chaos once they catch up with them, and are set free.
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