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The children’s faces stretched, the smiles of their laughter turning grotesque, their skin cracking at the seams.
Mika sighed, not of weariness, but not of relief.
They have ignored it for too long. They knew it would happen eventually.
They glanced up at the sky, watching the bright blue quickly get overtaken by the white of the clouds.
But those weren’t clouds.
Watching the clouds become a white they recognized all too well. They tried to closed the delicate book in their hands, the one that held all of their memories. Their old friends, everything they held dear. Knowing it would disappear.
It started with the children. Their smiles splintered reality mixing with blinding white.
Once again the whispers of the liars. They say so many things about Mika.
some truth lies in their falsehoods.
But most Mika would never believe in all of their lifetime.
“Doing…….again…. Hours….” The fractured words of the liars crawled into Mika’s ears. They remained unfazed.
They know they don’t have ears. True human ones. So why should they care?
The children’s bodies broke. Like many of the friends Mika has watched died.
They reminisced as they watched their world made of their memories…..
Of their stories, crash and shatter.
First Aryun and her brother, though they both craved death. Then Nox, the death of Aryun shattered him. He had no reason to live.
Sounds of shattering of glasses echoed across the breaking forest
Then Wren. The dear that they were. The last magic of the era, gone. Then along with Wren, Lyra was relieved of her pain. She was already undead. Paula the goddess of tricks and thieves was never kind to her, abusing the innocence of a child wishing to live just a little longer for the streets were never kind.
Second story……end of an era
The ground sparked up like a blinding fire, cracks inching to Mika. They just watched with a sharp eye. Not a word to be spoken
Nefeli and Scalaria, doomed lovers, they both found love after their curses of death struck those they loved upon their lives. But they couldn’t find peace in each other. So they swapped. Died at the same time.
Third story……Comedy & Tragedy.
Soon Aryun and her family reincarnated into a modern-esque era, but they were still broken. Never made the connection that let them live.
Truth is suggestive. That’s what the voices of the liars say. Mika watches the tress fall around her, burning up in the white light of the cracks in the ground, in the sky, in the air.
And then there was Hayk, a man who was filled with too much anger and too much pain. Forced to hold a power he didn’t want to hold. If only he lived a little longer to see life was more than drowning himself in alcohol and enacting revenge.
And finally Rivers, the recent born wind spirit. Traveling across the country. Oh gods what a hoot was that young boy. But he learned soon that humans weren’t kind to those who were different. Sadly he had to learn the hard way.
Mika glanced at the falling trees once more, watching the last leaves vanish from their sight.
And for a blissful moment the cracks stop.
Mika breathed, gasped even. But it was short lived.
The cracks grew with sounds of shattering glass blinding light leaking out like rays from beyond the mortal plane.
The rocking chair Mika sat on quickly became the only thing staying among the white light. The book they held so dear quickly faded into what it truly was. Nothing. It was burned a long time ago.
Mika glanced around the white void that they now resided in.
But Mika knew the truth. They always have been in here.
Mika closed their eyes. Focusing on the sound of the liars voices.
“Muttering to herself for hours…..but she already took the medication and we don’t want too much in her system at one time.”
Mika ground their teeth. They are not a “she”. They never were and never will be.
“We should get her psychiatrist, she’s only been getting worse.”
“Maybe she just needs to snap out of it? I mean look at her. She seems to be a little better now. She stopped muttering about “the children” and odd names.” Lies. Mika doesn’t need to snap out of anything.
“How do you suggest we do that? We get it you’re new to this field but she’s a fragile and hostile patient. Been here for almost a year now.” Still with the “she” business.
“Just let me talk to her.”
Mika relaxed their jaw. Took a deep breath. Knowing what is going to happen. The liars just won’t leave them alone. They want to see a patient? Mika will show them one.
Footsteps echoed across the floor Mika dreaded to see every morning once they wake up. But they opened their eyes anyway and gazed into the white padded room that they have stayed in for many months now.
One of the liars showed their face, smiling gently, speaking in a tone of naivety. They weren’t that far away from Mika. If they stood up they could grab onto the liar and shake the life out of them. “Hey there Mika. You seem more lucid, how are you doing?” A gentle voice, oh they surely are new to this place.
Mika simply smiled, but they knew how to make themselves seem insane. Might as well give the lairs a show. “The bees…..” Their voice was raspy, huh, how long has it been since Mika drank water? Or ate for that matter? How long have they been muttering to themself? Mika truly lost count of the time.
the lair blinked in confusion, giving Mika another patient smile “excuse me?…”
Mika stood up from where they sat, grabbing the shoulders of the liar roughly, their grip digging into the liars skin. “The bees… they’re under my skin…… I…… I want them gone. I want to be free of this skin….”
“What?…” The liar squeaked out. Pity, they are young it seems.
“Free me of this skin, you pathetic excuse for a human.” The other liars were doing nothing about the situation, they were talking about consequences of actions while the young liar was in Mika’s hands. Typical.
“The bees won’t leave……” Mika muttered. Opening their mouth.
The liar was confused for one moment. Then screamed.
A little bee flew out. Buzzing a happy tune.
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