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rainbowfic2023-07-06 08:26 am
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Chrome saturation; Chestnut 10
Author: wallwalker
Story: Forsaken
'Verse: unknown
Colors: Chrome (Saturation), Chestnut 10: Marker
Styles: Pointillism, miniature collection, photography
Word Count: 768
Rating: T
Warnings: War, descriptions of aftermath of war, slavery (enslavement of aliens,) run-on sentences.
Summary: They came seeking shelter from disaster, and are pulled into a forsaken planet's war.
Notes: The numbers correspond to the saturation color prompts the sentence was written for. Also I think I need a tag, please. (color: chrome)
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(3)
I cannot comprehend how it all came to this: we were beings that lesser civilizations should fear, beings of origins they cannot comprehend without madness taking their minds, and yet they shrug aside our horrors; we are terror incarnate, and yet this people we have found on this forsaken world have found a way to use us, to force us to fight their wars, and so the captured ones stand on blasted battlefields and desperately watch the stars for a rescue, for a way home.
(9)
The first time they took one of us – the greatest of us, we had believed, until we saw them bound in machines that even they could not break and forced to tear down a nation at their whim – we had thought that they had made some fatal mistake, or that the humans’ gods had performed a miracle, and we ignored the danger, even as our own kin tore down cities and destroyed countries, screaming defiance at them all the while.
(4)
The next time was a miscalculation, a fatal error on our part, as even then we underestimated them, and another of our own was taken in their futile attempts to seek vengeance... we still do not understand how they can hold power over us so easily; perhaps the one who went to hunt them was always wanting for an excuse to tear down all they could, and so fell easily, their mind already set to destroy and not caring for whom.
(8)
We once tried to reason with them, hoping that they were not all warmongers, that some could be reasoned with and would give us some answers – but no, it seemed that the humans who saw us were seduced by their power, even the ones who seemed the most gentle, and we quickly realized our mistake when they stole the children – our children, stolen away to fight their wars!
(5)
After that we hid, all of us terrified of these creatures that we had thought so small, so frail, but it simply was not enough to hide away on this forsaken place; they always found us, luring us out by our own desperation to go home or to trust the people we were forced to live with, and one by one, the others fell.
(7)
Now I am the only one left, watching as they use us to fight and destroy in their greed, and I keep their names in my mind where the humans will never see them – they are incomprehensible to them, but even so they do not deserve to know even a shadow of the people they have destroyed – and I curse the first disaster, the one that drove us here to cause another.
(1)
Every night I hear the humans shouting their joy at their victories – but all of them are won on the backs of my family, and I cannot endure the thought of being reunited with their empty shells even as they use me to continue the slaughter, a thousand meaningless battles won, and so I will soon resort to desperate measures to put myself beyond their reach; if I do not return to transmit the last of my messages, know that I am beyond their reach, and would sooner be dead than used.
(6)
The new life that the eikonic generator has grown for me is difficult to live, as I miss the power that once thrummed in my heart, and I will never grow used to soft bone and softer flesh – but they cannot use me now, cannot force me to fight in their wars, and so I smile – a strange and unfamiliar expression – as I walk down into the fields and hidden places where some of them still seek to find peace.
(2)
We go on pilgrimage every year – the strongest of us (myself included, as even in my diminished state I am still one of the greatest of them) climbing the mountain that rises beside us, that stops the clouds and keeps the fields green, and leaving a marker there, a beacon for others who might see it – the warmongers’ hearts are too black to see it, but those who wish to seek peace will come to us, just as I did when I saw the light, and we will teach them of a better way of life.
(10)
It is not so bad now, this life; we had the misfortune of meeting the worst of humanity when we were that which they most desired, and now I live among them, seeking a way to free my family and to repair what is left of this place, and I am far more content now than when they merely sought me as a weapon.
wallwalkerStory: Forsaken
'Verse: unknown
Colors: Chrome (Saturation), Chestnut 10: Marker
Styles: Pointillism, miniature collection, photography
Word Count: 768
Rating: T
Warnings: War, descriptions of aftermath of war, slavery (enslavement of aliens,) run-on sentences.
Summary: They came seeking shelter from disaster, and are pulled into a forsaken planet's war.
Notes: The numbers correspond to the saturation color prompts the sentence was written for. Also I think I need a tag, please. (color: chrome)
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(3)
I cannot comprehend how it all came to this: we were beings that lesser civilizations should fear, beings of origins they cannot comprehend without madness taking their minds, and yet they shrug aside our horrors; we are terror incarnate, and yet this people we have found on this forsaken world have found a way to use us, to force us to fight their wars, and so the captured ones stand on blasted battlefields and desperately watch the stars for a rescue, for a way home.
(9)
The first time they took one of us – the greatest of us, we had believed, until we saw them bound in machines that even they could not break and forced to tear down a nation at their whim – we had thought that they had made some fatal mistake, or that the humans’ gods had performed a miracle, and we ignored the danger, even as our own kin tore down cities and destroyed countries, screaming defiance at them all the while.
(4)
The next time was a miscalculation, a fatal error on our part, as even then we underestimated them, and another of our own was taken in their futile attempts to seek vengeance... we still do not understand how they can hold power over us so easily; perhaps the one who went to hunt them was always wanting for an excuse to tear down all they could, and so fell easily, their mind already set to destroy and not caring for whom.
(8)
We once tried to reason with them, hoping that they were not all warmongers, that some could be reasoned with and would give us some answers – but no, it seemed that the humans who saw us were seduced by their power, even the ones who seemed the most gentle, and we quickly realized our mistake when they stole the children – our children, stolen away to fight their wars!
(5)
After that we hid, all of us terrified of these creatures that we had thought so small, so frail, but it simply was not enough to hide away on this forsaken place; they always found us, luring us out by our own desperation to go home or to trust the people we were forced to live with, and one by one, the others fell.
(7)
Now I am the only one left, watching as they use us to fight and destroy in their greed, and I keep their names in my mind where the humans will never see them – they are incomprehensible to them, but even so they do not deserve to know even a shadow of the people they have destroyed – and I curse the first disaster, the one that drove us here to cause another.
(1)
Every night I hear the humans shouting their joy at their victories – but all of them are won on the backs of my family, and I cannot endure the thought of being reunited with their empty shells even as they use me to continue the slaughter, a thousand meaningless battles won, and so I will soon resort to desperate measures to put myself beyond their reach; if I do not return to transmit the last of my messages, know that I am beyond their reach, and would sooner be dead than used.
(6)
The new life that the eikonic generator has grown for me is difficult to live, as I miss the power that once thrummed in my heart, and I will never grow used to soft bone and softer flesh – but they cannot use me now, cannot force me to fight in their wars, and so I smile – a strange and unfamiliar expression – as I walk down into the fields and hidden places where some of them still seek to find peace.
(2)
We go on pilgrimage every year – the strongest of us (myself included, as even in my diminished state I am still one of the greatest of them) climbing the mountain that rises beside us, that stops the clouds and keeps the fields green, and leaving a marker there, a beacon for others who might see it – the warmongers’ hearts are too black to see it, but those who wish to seek peace will come to us, just as I did when I saw the light, and we will teach them of a better way of life.
(10)
It is not so bad now, this life; we had the misfortune of meeting the worst of humanity when we were that which they most desired, and now I live among them, seeking a way to free my family and to repair what is left of this place, and I am far more content now than when they merely sought me as a weapon.