2/14 - A Place as a Character
I've seen hundreds upon hundreds of creatures pass through me.
I am the mist that rolls over the hills over yonder, I am the hills over yonder, I am the fields they surround, I am the grass, I am the mud, I am the bright blue sky, I am the storm that rolls through.
I am many things’ home and I am many things’ dying place.
When I was a baby, dragons and elves and fairies and gnomes and dwarves and all other sorts of magic creatures roamed about me. When I was a bit older the first of men came in, men of the mortal kind. After they arrived my clean soils were bathed in blood, my flowers were dyed by it, my soil was muddied by it, my skies took it in and spat it back out as bloody red rains.
There was a great war between a child and an adult. My awkward years were filled with the strife, the struggle, and the screams of those who had once lived joyfully on my lands.
The Dragons, unicorns, Fae, griffons, satyr, pamola, and hoodoo were all hunted until extinction.
The elves, dwarves, gnomes, mermaids, sirens, goblins, orcs, and the Alkonost were driven from their homes amongst my forests, fields, and caves.
They hunted, drove off, enslaved, and displayed all that had once lived in peace upon me.
And once they were done with them, mankind came after me.
They came after my forests, my trees, my flowers, my grass.
They went after my soils, my fields, my mountains, my shores.
They took my ores, my waters, my resources, my air.
They stole from me, took it all, and then they polluted me.
My once clean air is now grey and hard to breathe.
My once crystal-like water is now murky and filthy.
My once towering mountains are now nothing more than molehills.
My once rolling fields are now nothing but trash piles.
I had been beautiful in childhood, loving to watch over and admire those who lived owithme.
I am now marred and scared, and I cannot wait for these to die off.
