All in My Mind

[Cynster]

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It wasn't long since Tsutai had succeeded her brother to rule over Esparta. She was a petite, fair skinned young woman, wearing a long empire style dress drenched in turquoise. She wore a traditional silver beaded choker around her neck. Her hair was put up into two tight buns fitted with turquoise fabric with silver beads along the edge. Her eyes were a dull blue, fading into the rest of her outfit. Standing over her balcony and looking into the fading day, it reminded her of that late afternoon funeral for the late ruler. She closed her eyes... and she was there...

 

The funeral home was already filled with advisers and representatives of each of the towns. Because it was such a small country, they were a tight-knit community. The entire country was mourning the loss of their great leader. There were huge displays of loss in the form of flowers and gifts to deteriorate with time, symbolic of his passing. Tsutai walked into the main room where her brother's body rested. A priestess was giving a long emotional speech, crying out in grief, when at the wrong moment, his successor was standing before them. The looks on their faces cut through her like a knife through butter. Emotionless, she took her seat in the second row, leaving the front row empty out of respect for his place. Her grief was the deepest, but she was not allowed to show it. Even if it were acceptable to be grieving in public as a leader, she was taking his place, and her people not only wanted him alone, but knew she was too young to lead their country. At the age of 15 she would be forced into power, because she was all they had...

 

That night she did not sleep. She spent all that terrible night sobbing in silence, begging to be spared this great responsibility and spare her people from their sure fate of being conquered by their neighbor, Teyla.

 

She was older and wiser now, but not by much. She was 19 and had many systems in place to help protect her people. She was required to rule because she was created to rule in a way. At a very young age, children had been chosen to be rulers depending on how they answered certain questions and behaved. To enhance their decision-making, the children grew up with nano-chips inserted into their brains. This tradition was fading away, and Tsutai was the last of these children. The public was disgusted with her, but they had created her, so they put up with the young leader. No one was more aware of this than Tsutai herself. She looked out into the city just as evening was approaching, reflecting on her four years of rule. The fact they were still there was at least some type of success.

 

Suddenly, she noticed specks in the sky drifting down from the clouds. She squinted a little, brushing away her brown bangs out of the way to see them more clearly. She couldn't determine what they were... They didn't look threatening, so she casually stepped away from her balcony. Sitting down to a hot drink, she had nearly forgotten about those distant particles that had now drifted gently into her room from the open balcony door. Noticing the white speckles scattering in her room, she stood up to go shut the door, when she began to feel funny. Pressing her hand to her stomach, the last thing she could hear was a rolling wave of panicked screams before she fell to the floor, out cold.

Edited July 11, 2012 by Cynster

[BaldurAnthology]

Leo walked through a ruined city of Esparta, his walking stick clicking on the pavement. He sees a dog fly through the air with wings chasing a monkey. Shaking his head and blinking, he decides it must be a hallucination, and keeps walking. Things had gone to hell since that bomb, but it didn't bother Leo much. He smoked weed and hallucinogenics before the war anyway.

[ZephyrFive]

"The chemical's in the water. The water's in the drink. The drink's in my blood. Even before, I was still tripped up in this Wonderworld called Intoxication. Now, it's just stronger."

 

A common thing he said when asked at the tavern how the bombing affected him. Not many people knew him. Those who did soon forgot him, or ended up in his bed. Then they forgot him anyway, as he did them.

 

The only very notable thing about him was that he was not a natural human, and he was up-to-date with technology. Approaching his Mid-life, he was a miserable piece, were you to ask him. He felt no purpose since the accident that let to his Cyberprosthesis. And, for the sake of tradition and technological devotion, he had his right eye cut out and replaced to hook up with his right forearm. A gun he bought with inheritance and income, complete with a replacement hand.

 

A former soldier, tasked with many Special Operations, he was well-compensated. But when the accident happened, he was cut off. No pun intended. Even after the Cyberprosthesis, he couldn't get in. He never understood why.

 

And so, Charles found himself in the pub every night. Looking for a woman that looked good while he was sober, then drinking courage until he could approach her confidently. This was every night. He never slept. He only became exhausted. He never rested. He only lied down. But, when push came to shove, he would defend every innocent he could. The epitaph of his former days. His final use, or so he thought.

 

But maybe he'd become more useful?

Edited August 2, 2012 by ZephyrFive

[MajikMoshos]

I am dust.

 

Luno stretches his arms before the rising sun over Esparta's river, slicing the decaying urban jungle in two.

 

I am the essence of Esparta, dancing in your rays, and with the morning I reach out to you, my wandering soul...my sunlight.

 

With no notice he falls. Splashing into the rushing warm river under the bridge, suddenly at a nirvanic ease when it catches him in it's current.

 

My only true love is your warmth.

 

He saw something fall from the clouds last night. It's all to knowable. His soul never lies.

 

It's all I feel.

 

The river take Luno to where he must go - he trusts the wild daughter of the sun like no other.

Edited August 15, 2012 by MajikMoshos