Deja Vu and a Tale
The world has always been a cruel place to live. Even before magic happened, it wasn't a friendly place for the weak. However, magic made it worse. The boundary between weak and strong has been clearer than before, it gave the strong power but the weak suffers with the disaster. It was a euphoric moment and a pandemonium at the same time. Then came the sanctuaries, it was a blessing yet a curse.
"Do you want to be stronger? Get the sanctuary yourself. Come out the strongest and lead the world as you wanted." –It was The Deity's challenged.
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Syn remembers taking that challenge, but, was it all a dream?
"You okay?" Tali asked with a confused expression on her face, eyes scanning his face thoroughly.
Syn remembers this happening as well, it happened, before, long before magic appeared out of nowhere. Back when its not really peaceful, but it was easier. Him and Tali, just talking at the hill, dreaming about dreams that are impossible to realize, but wonderful to talk about.
"Just thinking about...things. Something impossible to explain, but it exist in reality, I mean, not really...maybe, I don't know." He sighed deeply and drop his back at the ground, using his hands as a pillow while staring at the clear blue sky that seemed unfamiliar when it shouldn't. He feels relief seeing it, like its for the first time in years, when in fact, it was natural, an almost everyday thing in Mirana.
"Then don't think about it. If its making you feel negative, down, don't think about it. You look ugly." Tali said and drop her back on the ground as well, spreading his arms horizontally, slamming her right arm on Syn's chest hardly.
"Yah!" His face contorted in pain. He removed her hand aggressively...but, in fact, it doesn't hurt. He remembered it being painful, being slammed over the chest using her sharp elbow has always been painful. He's never, he was never used to it. But right now it doesn't.
Tali's laughing at the background, like she always does when she successfully executed her menacing plans on him.
Everything is familiar, a deja vu yet very vivid, he's very sure it happened before and it's just happening again.
When and where did all of these began?
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genesis_lullaby · Fantasie
