So i had a dream. Two young men, one escaping terrible exploitation and one escaping terrible luxury, meet. They set of on their individual journeys to change their lives. On the way they meet angels and monsters and mermaids and demon horses and perfectly normal people with universes locked inside their tears. And they meet themselves. It was all a dream I had one night, literally a dream with the unbelievable qualities dreams have. It was a bit weird. It was a bit disjointed. It was a bit fantastical. It was definitely emotional. It was a bit ridiculous at times, but it was inspiring at times. And I woke up in a daze, a literal daze. I decided to share the content of this dream with whoever comes across this story and decides to read it. Honoured guests, I humbly welcome you, to the story I spent days caudifying when I was supposed to be doing my homework.
The kings and queens were satisfied ruling in their large palaces. They thought, falsely, that their people loved them. The people were struggling to scrape by with their poverty and their oppression. But the Forest glowed beyond the fields and villages. The Forest that was the only thing the nobles feared.
For it's powers and it's magic did not belong to them.
But the young woman with the dark hair and eyes, as much as the prince wanted her, she belonged to the Forest. And she would use the powers it gave her.
Alturia's empire rolls out over the world, leaving a trail of misery and destruction wherever it goes. It brings death, slavery, and desecration of the lands and waters. But the homeland of Alturia is a land of peace and camaraderie. It is within this homeland that Arulilei waits. She plans. She schemes. She will get revenge for all that was done to her, her people, and the people of the world. She will set the world free.
———Three lines indicate a time skip in the story. The story jumps forwards and backwards in time so if you see three lines know that whatever comes next either happens after or before whatever happened above the lines.———
This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.
Songs from the amazing Amavikka religion and culture Fialleril made, set in the harsh desert sands of Tatooine and guarded closely by the slaves.
Fialleril can be found on Tumblr or AO3.
An orphan girl. Forced to live and work with people who see her as less than human. Forced to sell her human dignity to get by. A pair of storm-filled eyes in a sea of overcast pupils. A bowed head in an ocean of fearful worshippers. The ones who were in practice the gods of this world didn't see her. They drowned themselves in excesses as all flawed gods do. They stepped over the heads of mortals, humans and demigods alike, to get what they wanted. Our protagonist is losing hope. Then she meets a woman with blood smeared all over her mouth and running down her chin.
This is the second part of a three-part series about a Woman's experience with a Religious Cult.Angel and her family are now part of a cult. They have surrendered their possessions, mind, and soul to the Prophet. Will they be happy and how will Angel cope with this change in her life?
I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad