I'm glad you liked it. It's just so sad, children not knowing the sky is blue and that a sun is supposed to be there. I just had to write something. Thank you so much for this verse and for sharing your wonderful writing talent. (I should really start to reread my stuff before doing anything else with it.)
hgfdfgh you’re welcome and thank you again. I might run off and make a similar drabble for this sometime because You Have Inspired Me™ with that one-shot.
I honestly think the Long Night is one of my favorite parts of FFXV lore? Because like- the POTENTIAL there. Any story imaginable almost. From a romance in the apocalypse to a cliche action drama to survivor stories to Pure Angst™ to- little moments like that. Where the real horror of the Long Night shows itself. Not in the meager rations, or the monsters held at bay only by artificial light, or the cities in ruin, or the constant risk of infection and death the Hunters and Glaives face as they struggle to keep the last populations of humanity alive (tho those are all horrifying too) but- in the little things. The children who don’t know what the sky or the sun look like. Who have never counted the stars and when they look at the battered old picture books their parents read can’t- conceive a sky that looks like that. Don’t think its real anymore than fairies are real or lush, vibrant green fields of grass not riddled with daemons can be real.
The teenagers who were children when the Long Night fell and sometimes wonder if they imagined what it was like- to run around playing in the parks and saunter down the pavement with LIGHT everywhere. The teenagers who make new idioms without thinking, but then suddenly wonder one day when sarcastic phrases like “is the sky blue?” or “do birds fly?” become “is the sky black?” and “do Bombs glow in the dark?”
The adults who look up one day and realize they have trouble remembering what colors look like when they aren’t under artificial light or are washed out with grime and dirt and daemon smog.
The parents who are teaching their toddlers, born after the Long Night or just during the Fall, and when they go to teach their child the color blue they have to stop and think of an example because suddenly- the Sky doesn’t work. Neither does water, because water is only truly blue when it reflects the sky that they haven’t seen in years. And then it hits them that their child has never seen it at all. That, with the way things are going, their children might be their age by the time the Long Night finally ends (and it has to end, it HAS TO, the Dawn Will Come someday, and maybe if they sing that song long enough, whisper it into their child’s hair enough times- maybe they’ll believe it like they did before the Long Night had stretched four, five, seven years without any sign of an end).
