Sky Cotl Story - Tumblr Posts
might have accidentally written a sky:cotl short story hehe (EDEN SPOILERS!!!)
Styria’s wings pounded, their breathing hard, but they still had the gall to call out behind them, “What’s taking you so long?”
Sairo’s wings beat, taking their sweet time. “I’m not in a hurry.”
Styria practically died laughing, almost falling out of the sky. “They’re showing off the crowning of Eden today! How can you not be excited?”
Sairo huffed, and another star on their cape depleted as they flew. “I am excited. It’s just… I miss the butterflies.
Styria suddenly stopped flying, closing their wings slightly. “I do too. But they say that the harvesting will make our lives better. That we’ll have more light.”
Sairo sighed, finally catching up to their sibling. “I know. But the rain’s never been so hard. I’m always cold, and I miss having the butterflies in my hands. I don’t like the jars, and it takes so long to convince the butterflies back into them like Eden mandates.”
Styria flew over and landed on the branch of a tree near the Wind Paths. “I know. I miss the whales. They used to come through the forest all the time, and now I hardly ever see them.
Sairo curled up a little bit on the tree. “And is it just me, or does the water hurt a little bit, too?”
Their dark blue cape enveloped their younger sibling, hugging them tightly. “The rain falls harder than it did before. But it’s okay. It’ll get better.”
They began crying. “Kirio hasn’t sent me a message boat in a long time.”
Styria pulled them closer, their warmth mixing softly. “How long is a long time?”
Sairo’s tears couldn’t just be stopped so easily. “It’s been two weeks. Kirio always sends me boats on Saturdays. Tomorrow, it’ll have been three weeks.”
They rocked back and forth atop the tree. “Don’t worry. How is Kirio?”
The younger child’s chest wracked harder with tears. “They hate it in Golden Land. The crabs have gotten really angry. They don’t like to be touched, and if we get near them, they attack. They also have started fearing really loud noises. Kirio’s parents have been doing testing, and they got really hurt when they got attacked. They say it’s because of the harvest.”
Styria’s eyes went wide. “What!? Aren’t Kirio’s parents creature specialists? And crabs are supposed to be friendly. None of the other animals have gotten affected.”
Sairo continued to cry. “I don’t know, Styria. The whales, whenever I see them in the clouds by Golden Land… They don’t greet me anymore. Not even Soraos.”
Styria began to weep with Sairo. “But Soraos is your closest friend! You’ve known it since you were little.”
Sairo pressed their mask into Styria’s shoulder. “I don’t know, Styria. I don’t know. I don’t know.”
They looked at the sky, and stood. “We have to go. We need to get to the crowning.”
Sairo got up as well, and grasped Styria’s hand as they flew.
They arrived at the crowning, just in time for the eruption.
Ash fell from the sky, rocks pelting them, stronger than the rain at home. Styria’s cape wrapped around Sairo. They cried together, for the great Eye of Eden, named for the glory of its buildings, the things its ruler had achieved that no one had ever before.
The ruler had discovered how to harvest the light from creatures, to use that light for themselves.
As rubble collapsed from the sky, as the stars on their backs depleted, as tens of others collapsed, Sairo counted. There were more than fifty who had attended the crowning. More than fifty who would die. Dark creatures that could only be described as dragons patrolled the skies, and a constant rain of red rock fell from the skies.
The ruler claimed all light in the world for themselves. For the Kingdom of those who resided in the Sky, or for short, the Kingdom of Sky.
“Styria, I’m scared.” Their arms surrounded them, and they hugged them back tightly, clinging on to them like a lifeline.
“Me, too.”
The ruler always celebrated the day of their crowning, because it had been the day that creatures were industrialized. The light gained was distributed everywhere, but the most was brought to Eden, for as grandiose as it was, it could not function without light. More light than could be produced by the children of Sky.
Sairo felt their last cape star depleting. They brought out their red candle, the candle they had had since before they could remember. And, oh light, for the first time in their memory, their candlelight wavered, then died out. They felt, deep in their core, a piece of themself shatter. Stars exploded from their back, their spine arching with pain.
“Sairo!” Their older sibling screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed. Sairo’s blood spilled, but crystalised the moment it spilt. It happened again, stars flying from their skin, slicing their skin as they flew, and their blood turned to blue crystal, hindering their movement, preventing their escape.
Styria was trapped inside Sairo’s blackened arms, and on their final star.
The ruler sat upon a hill, the entire mountain their throne. Light was fed throughout the mountain for the ruler to gather as they sat, to become more powerful even idly.
Styria’s core shattered. Their hair faded, their shape dissipating, who they were disappearing. The two siblings became two amongst sixty-three others, dying in the Eye of Eden, no face, no distinguishable features. Just two husks of what might have once been siblinghood.
No one, least of all the ruler, expected it when the mountain erupted. Too much light from the wrong places, for the wrong reasons resulted in its corruption. Light in its destructive form.
Light may warm, and light may kill.
On the day of the crowning, light killed.
Light killed sixty-three, to be exact.
Styria and Sairo’s last thoughts were of fear.
They now await you, in the midst of a foreign rain.
They await their reunion with the skies.
omg i love this!
ISAT Sequel - Sky: CotL Mix/Au
So! I'm making this AU since so many elements about The Forgotten Island remind me of the Kingdom of Sky, and since I REALLY want a sequel, I'm making a masterpost of all the parts, worldbuilding, headcanons and fanart based on this!
Part 1: Beach of Dawn
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9
Part 2: Into the Forest
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10
Intermission: A Shortcut
1 - 2 - 3
Part 3: Through the Valley
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14
Other art
Siffrin Sky!AU fanart
Forgotten Country / Island Map
Worldbuilding
Headcanon Masterlist
Forgotten Country, AKA The Kingdom of Stars
Use of Wish Craft instead of lights/flames
The dock (based on Isle of Dawn)
Spotify Playlist! (CONTAINS SPOILERS!)
Premise:
After travelling to Bambouche, rumors starts to spread about an Island appearing and dissapearing through the fog and clouds at the horizon. After Siffrin opens up about his home, the family decides to head towards the Island to find possible hints that could break the Wish, bringing back the memories and the colors as well.
And now that Siffrin created the first fracture, it might just be possible to save his home.
Where are you now?
Do you think the Hopeful Steward was scared? [EDEN SPOILERS!!!]
A young child screamed.
And there were more, there were more, light, there were more. Red rock fell from the sky. All screamed.
The Compassionate Cellists embraced the child, who cried, and their parent joined the two. Together, they shed tears.
They watched as ash filled the distant horizon, swooshing closer, emenating from Eden.
"Do you think-"
"Don't worry about it. We have to- we've gotta go."
"Where would we go!?"
They looked to the realm portals, and agreeing, began making their way towards them against the intense winds, and the ash that was beginning to reach them.
One of the many shards of darkness that rained down crashed onto the portals, that crumbled. Their one hope disappeared like a wisp of smoke in the wind.
But, of course, there was more than a wisp of smoke. The Phenomenal Pianist choked on the hot ash in the air, the enormous, thick cloud of which neared.
The child ran to the circle, where they lay sometimes on clear nights to see the stars.
They curled up in front of it.
"Hope!? Hope!? Where are you!?"
Hope looked behind them to see their parent, running towards them, but behind them was the dustcloud. They screamed to warn them, but it was too late.
The ash enveloped her, and what followed was nothing.
I always thought the Light lay at the end of death, they might have thought, if there was anything in the nothing that could think.
But all that was
was nothing.
~ ~ ~
Light.
A small light.
A weak one.
Could not move.
Move?
They had not moved in a very long time, they thought.
A different light now.
After the storm?
The storm was a long time ago.
A small mask, like theirs. Two eyes, a forehead stone.
A tunic, like theirs. Shorts underneath an overshirt, sleeves to the elbows.
Short hair, tied into a small ponytail on the left.
Who are you? they tried to ask, but something else was more important.
Their shape wavered.
They trembled.
Blue. Their skin was blue. See-through. As though they barely existed.
Who are you?
A red candle.
They led the child through the village they once knew.
Where was everyone?
A crusted body, covered in dark crystals.
Although they did not know what had happened, they knew one thing.
Their parent.
After the child left to find their destiny, the Hopeful Steward couldn't help but wonder.
What had happened to this vestige of a deserted oasis? Echoes of the abandoned refuge were present in their mind. The memories of the lost village. Once upon a time, it had been so populated. Now, the only thing that remained were the remnants of the forgotten haven.
But of course, there was one more thing that they couldn't stop thinking about.
Why the child? Why not them?
Why could the child have the destiny of light? Why did the Hopeful Steward have to shoulder the duty of the past and future on their own?
Why did they have to lose everything?
Why did they have to live out the rest of their existence as a ghost, a memory, a remnant, a vestige, an echo?
Why wasn't the child's destiny their own?