Post by Bobbi on Oct 19, 2018 10:19:53 GMT -5
“Seems like it was so long ago, doesn’t it? Look at you now. President of the Daimon Republic. How’s it feel to have come this far, Mercy?”
An old voice belonging to someone who was long since gone played through her head, casting her lekku to twitch with mild irritation.
Alone for once, Lotus sat on the edge of a bed that was way too soft, fluffed pillows of perfect proportions lined the head of the bed and everything looked so damn perfect in where it sat, and how it was kept. The facade of a perfect life. It was meant to stay this way, to be lived in and then to be replenished with everything placed back the way it was when the stay was over.
It was very much like the room of her life in a lot of ways, and yet so completely different. Both held trappings and decorations to make it appear pleasant and inviting. The pillows on the bed and the decorations placed just so were false smiles and well practiced pleasantries. The well groomed lifestyle that it represented was just an empty shell. What would the room have been if it hadn’t been picked and styled into what it was?
What would she have become if it hadn’t been for Ith’li Shaon’s ample lessons and guidance?
“Is this where you wanted me to be?” She asked the air, her thoughts on her late Master. “Freed from one set of chains and enslaved to another? Still Lang’s Little Flower, still hiding in the shadows, working from the darkness, bound to people who see only what they want or are let to see. Is that why you let the AFS fall? You knew it would never sustain itself, that it would always need someone like you to survive?”
The quiet room around her offered no answers. There were no words to come from her memory.
“What would you say if you were here right now, if I told you that I don’t want this anymore? If I told you that Mercy Trang must die for my freedom?”
An old voice belonging to someone who was long since gone played through her head, casting her lekku to twitch with mild irritation.
Alone for once, Lotus sat on the edge of a bed that was way too soft, fluffed pillows of perfect proportions lined the head of the bed and everything looked so damn perfect in where it sat, and how it was kept. The facade of a perfect life. It was meant to stay this way, to be lived in and then to be replenished with everything placed back the way it was when the stay was over.
It was very much like the room of her life in a lot of ways, and yet so completely different. Both held trappings and decorations to make it appear pleasant and inviting. The pillows on the bed and the decorations placed just so were false smiles and well practiced pleasantries. The well groomed lifestyle that it represented was just an empty shell. What would the room have been if it hadn’t been picked and styled into what it was?
What would she have become if it hadn’t been for Ith’li Shaon’s ample lessons and guidance?
“Is this where you wanted me to be?” She asked the air, her thoughts on her late Master. “Freed from one set of chains and enslaved to another? Still Lang’s Little Flower, still hiding in the shadows, working from the darkness, bound to people who see only what they want or are let to see. Is that why you let the AFS fall? You knew it would never sustain itself, that it would always need someone like you to survive?”
The quiet room around her offered no answers. There were no words to come from her memory.
“What would you say if you were here right now, if I told you that I don’t want this anymore? If I told you that Mercy Trang must die for my freedom?”
