Plotted Starter for @windblumebard
To become that which you forever feared you would, was a living nightmare and though the circumstances leading up to such a fate could no longer be changed, that did little to ease the sheer fear and terror of the citizens trapped within the city of freedom - strong gusts of winds circling around the walls of the city, braved only by the very few and only when the winds died down slightly. There seemed to be a pattern - one that the people were slowly getting used to, though this entire mess was only a few weeks in the making. But the city was full of signs of the struggle of staying afloat, of those foolish enough to have attempted to escape without their Archon’s blessing, of one-sided battles to have ended in nothing more than simple bloodshed.
Yet, it wasn’t the blood of his people that currently stained his hands, dark purple with light tints of pink dripping from the Archon’s eyes, wiped away with one hand as he gazed down at the surrounding ruins of the city from where he stood in the hands of the statue in the upper plaza, the only real structure to not have suffered at least some degree of damage, perhaps due to the importance such a thing held to him.
With a graceful skip, he took once again to the skies, his wings tinted with dark purple feathers, a beacon of despair taking to the skies to better control the winds, as he slipped back into the tyrant role he’d been trying to keep suppressed. It felt as though the periods of time between when he had and lost control were growing short with each day to pass.
Carried by the winds, the Archon’s laughter was heard throughout the city as the winds slowly began to pick up once more, the knights near the gates helping to user people back inside the city before the wall of wind would block them off. And who knew just how long this spell would last? What would happen if this was simply the way that things now were? Another bout of crazed laughter filled the air, the Archon swooping down onto the plaza, taking the few offerings to have been left by those that huddled into the cathedral.
The city of freedom, was now a cage.
