Published in Bounded by Blood - Part 5
Published in Bounded by Blood - Part 5
Published in Bounded by Blood - Part 5
Image credit by Etsy
Image credit by Etsy
Image credit by Etsy
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth is a fantasy writer amongst other things. She writes with pen and paper. She relies on a like-minded community, those artists who want exposure and the brilliant who community does not mind sharing. This might be the last entry for the next few turbulent months. Not by choice, but please note that I'll be busy writing more stories. So, if it's au revoir for now, remember I happen to be the queen of savage comebacks. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
Resigner Luth is a fantasy writer amongst other things. She writes with pen and paper. She relies on a like-minded community, those artists who want exposure and the brilliant who community does not mind sharing. This might be the last entry for the next few turbulent months. Not by choice, but please note that I'll be busy writing more stories. So, if it's au revoir for now, remember I happen to be the queen of savage comebacks. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
Resigner Luth is a fantasy writer amongst other things. She writes with pen and paper. She relies on a like-minded community, those artists who want exposure and the brilliant who community does not mind sharing. This might be the last entry for the next few turbulent months. Not by choice, but please note that I'll be busy writing more stories. So, if it's au revoir for now, remember I happen to be the queen of savage comebacks. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
April 9, 2022
April 9, 2022
April 9, 2022
Small Mercy
Small Mercy
Small Mercy
Give them mercy - let them live
Give them mercy - let them live
Give them mercy - let them live
Small mercy
~ the author would like to add that "small" in this case means infinitesimal. Unfortunately, that's a complicated title for a blog entry.
Red returns
I.
As Cinders and Shadows try to navigate their way through the maze, they hear a horrifying noise. As if the ground itself is being torn apart ahead of them. Confused by the noise, they warily approach. They're both shocked to see Red, reading a book whilst patiently waiting.
Her look says it all. The disappointment, the complete annoyance. Not to mention her utter calmness in the midst of their predicament. She actually appears bored.
Shadows grips Cinders' by the hand. "Let me do the talking, princess. This is the Red I know.
Unwavering, Red captivates their attention. Facilitating their movements. Drawing them near.
Finally. she murmurs "So little time, yet so many questions, my darlings. But first, let's get you back where you belong."
With a snap of her fingers, Shadows feels the blow. "Thank goodness I wasn't in my actual body there!" as she opens her eyes to survey her surroundings. At some point Vander must have taken her back to the chamber. She can tell that it's early evening already. She realizes that she's starving, but as she tries to drink from the goblet placed next to her, she's suddenly overcome by the need to retch. She just can't seem to get rid of that deadly, disappointed look she had received.
She wonders if Cinders' is fairing any better.
As she dresses quickly, she rushes down to the compound, anxious to see if Red and Cinders' has returned. She realizes that their journey might be delayed and ponders whether there is any point in trying to find the underground tunnel by herself. If Red could trace them there, she is quite confident that there must be a way for her to return, above ground.
In her mind's eye she sees the sword. Imagines how light it must weigh. Hoping against all odds that Cinders' would keep their discovery a secret.
II.
Red and Cinders - a reunion fraught with pressure
Cinders takes a seat across from Red. Despite her fear, she looks at Red questioningly. "What are you doing wearing my crown, Red?"
"Oh dear, the princess does have a backbone after all?" is Red's contemptuous reply. Open your eyes my dear, this is not your crown. Besides, certain people tend to not look past the crown, I'm assuming you are not that stupid. Then again, I've been receiving several reports regarding your latest escapades. Care to explain?"
Cinders does not back off. Even though she knows that Red is correct, she's been humbled enough during the past 24 hours. If she was meant to fight for her kingdom, she could not, would not let anyone betray her. She slowly realizes that had Red never gone off, she'd never have been put in the position. Sadly, she also knows that she has a daughter's love for the immortal sitting opposite from her. With that love in her heart, it was easy to feel betrayed.
Putting aside her own emotions, she inspects her friend closely. Was it her imagination or did Red, despite her anger, seem smaller? Diminished, to a certain extent?
Suddenly, she understands. She rises from her seat, and quickly snatches the crown. To her surprise, Red does not attempt to stop her.
Red gasps in relief. "I knew if someone could remove that ridiculous thing it would be you!"
Cinders' watches as the crown, as if alive, tries to burrow it's way into the earth, hissing as if alive. Red clamps her hand across Cinders mouth, don't breathe. It's worse than acid. Acrid fumes blinding them both, Red whispers "Let's go!"
"We can't leave it here, Red" Cinders argues. "That thing, does not belong here! I have an obligation to do no harm."
Red just shakes her head. "Not here you don't, child."
"Here, in this realm between our different worlds, there's no small mercy for anyone who tries to claim it." She hurriedly explains how the crown had become an inherited duty. as well as a punishment of sorts. The way it had endowed her with too much power. A power which had fed off her own, whilst giving her the ability to go unseen, like a plague.
"So, whose crown was it?" Cinders, intrigued by the story, asks.
"All I can say, Cinders, is that whoever finds that crown in the future, will be powerful enough to destroy humanity. I've seen it happen before, and history tends to repeat itself."
"That is why your little kingdom needs a strong leader. It MUST survive."
III.
Red's collection
An agitated Shadows, sick and tired of waiting, decides to open the sealed letters that she was doomed to deliver. As she reads them, a calling card drops out.
She looks at the date on the back of the card. It reads November, 1665 and is signed by a scrawled letter "P". The questions start forming in her mind. Obviously Red had come into possession of this quite recently.
"What have you gotten yourself into Mom?" she wonders. She remembers being an orphan, until a woman with bloodied wings, had kindly taken her in. The same woman who she calls Mother, the one who had patiently sat by her bedside, singing lullabies and recounting vivid tales of times forgotten.
The same woman who had taught her basic magic, defense and strategy, but also the woman who would let her wander for hours through ancient museums, and introduced her to the theater and music. No, she decides. This card did not belong to her mother. After perusing several documents, not one of them written by Red herself, the enigma grows.
Just as she feels ready to explode with questions and the dreary waiting, she breathes a sigh of relief when she hears Vander's howl. She smiles despite herself, his howl always had the joyous tone of a pup when he saw someone he cared about. Shadows knows of only one person, other than herself that could elicit that sound from him; Red.
"Finally!" She's about to run down to meet them, when she suddenly realizes that the letters are scattered around her. Frantically she scrabbles around, when suddenly one, then another is jerked from her grasp. "Dad, stop playing", she pleads as the Spider pulls on his threads.
"Shadows, you really want Red to find out you've been reading her private correspondence?" she hears the words in her head. "Some stories are not meant to be retold! Believe me when I say I am doing my best to help you!"
"Go, do your duty!" he chases her off then sullenly looks at another card and sighs, he knows this one too well. This one has Red's sigil on the back.
"My lovely Angel of War, lead us not to violence." He has never been a religious man, or creature, but for now, he prays.
ƒin
As published by Resigner Luth in Bounded by blood - Part Five © 2024/06/11 and published in https://resignerluth.space and https://ultraviolet.ink
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
Go reader, create, debate or entertain. We might live in a world that seems more and more superficial by the day. Remember, no one is always wrong. Good people do bad things, bad people sometimes do good things. After all, we are only human.
♪♪♪
The writer would like to thank all the original artists for their massive contribution to my page.
~ Keep on reading. Coming next is a poem about a broom, but not just any broom. I figure it's time for something less intense…then again, only the White Broom knows 😉
Small mercy
~ the author would like to add that "small" in this case means infinitesimal. Unfortunately, that's a complicated title for a blog entry.
Red returns
I.
As Cinders and Shadows try to navigate their way through the maze, they hear a horrifying noise. As if the ground itself is being torn apart ahead of them. Confused by the noise, they warily approach. They're both shocked to see Red, reading a book whilst patiently waiting.
Her look says it all. The disappointment, the complete annoyance. Not to mention her utter calmness in the midst of their predicament. She actually appears bored.
Shadows grips Cinders' by the hand. "Let me do the talking, princess. This is the Red I know.
Unwavering, Red captivates their attention. Facilitating their movements. Drawing them near.
Finally. she murmurs "So little time, yet so many questions, my darlings. But first, let's get you back where you belong."
With a snap of her fingers, Shadows feels the blow. "Thank goodness I wasn't in my actual body there!" as she opens her eyes to survey her surroundings. At some point Vander must have taken her back to the chamber. She can tell that it's early evening already. She realizes that she's starving, but as she tries to drink from the goblet placed next to her, she's suddenly overcome by the need to retch. She just can't seem to get rid of that deadly, disappointed look she had received.
She wonders if Cinders' is fairing any better.
As she dresses quickly, she rushes down to the compound, anxious to see if Red and Cinders' has returned. She realizes that their journey might be delayed and ponders whether there is any point in trying to find the underground tunnel by herself. If Red could trace them there, she is quite confident that there must be a way for her to return, above ground.
In her mind's eye she sees the sword. Imagines how light it must weigh. Hoping against all odds that Cinders' would keep their discovery a secret.
II.
Red and Cinders - a reunion fraught with pressure
Cinders takes a seat across from Red. Despite her fear, she looks at Red questioningly. "What are you doing wearing my crown, Red?"
"Oh dear, the princess does have a backbone after all?" is Red's contemptuous reply. Open your eyes my dear, this is not your crown. Besides, certain people tend to not look past the crown, I'm assuming you are not that stupid. Then again, I've been receiving several reports regarding your latest escapades. Care to explain?"
Cinders does not back off. Even though she knows that Red is correct, she's been humbled enough during the past 24 hours. If she was meant to fight for her kingdom, she could not, would not let anyone betray her. She slowly realizes that had Red never gone off, she'd never have been put in the position. Sadly, she also knows that she has a daughter's love for the immortal sitting opposite from her. With that love in her heart, it was easy to feel betrayed.
Putting aside her own emotions, she inspects her friend closely. Was it her imagination or did Red, despite her anger, seem smaller? Diminished, to a certain extent?
Suddenly, she understands. She rises from her seat, and quickly snatches the crown. To her surprise, Red does not attempt to stop her.
Red gasps in relief. "I knew if someone could remove that ridiculous thing it would be you!"
Cinders' watches as the crown, as if alive, tries to burrow it's way into the earth, hissing as if alive. Red clamps her hand across Cinders mouth, don't breathe. It's worse than acid. Acrid fumes blinding them both, Red whispers "Let's go!"
"We can't leave it here, Red" Cinders argues. "That thing, does not belong here! I have an obligation to do no harm."
Red just shakes her head. "Not here you don't, child."
"Here, in this realm between our different worlds, there's no small mercy for anyone who tries to claim it." She hurriedly explains how the crown had become an inherited duty. as well as a punishment of sorts. The way it had endowed her with too much power. A power which had fed off her own, whilst giving her the ability to go unseen, like a plague.
"So, whose crown was it?" Cinders, intrigued by the story, asks.
"All I can say, Cinders, is that whoever finds that crown in the future, will be powerful enough to destroy humanity. I've seen it happen before, and history tends to repeat itself."
"That is why your little kingdom needs a strong leader. It MUST survive."
III.
Red's collection
An agitated Shadows, sick and tired of waiting, decides to open the sealed letters that she was doomed to deliver. As she reads them, a calling card drops out.
She looks at the date on the back of the card. It reads November, 1665 and is signed by a scrawled letter "P". The questions start forming in her mind. Obviously Red had come into possession of this quite recently.
"What have you gotten yourself into Mom?" she wonders. She remembers being an orphan, until a woman with bloodied wings, had kindly taken her in. The same woman who she calls Mother, the one who had patiently sat by her bedside, singing lullabies and recounting vivid tales of times forgotten.
The same woman who had taught her basic magic, defense and strategy, but also the woman who would let her wander for hours through ancient museums, and introduced her to the theater and music. No, she decides. This card did not belong to her mother. After perusing several documents, not one of them written by Red herself, the enigma grows.
Just as she feels ready to explode with questions and the dreary waiting, she breathes a sigh of relief when she hears Vander's howl. She smiles despite herself, his howl always had the joyous tone of a pup when he saw someone he cared about. Shadows knows of only one person, other than herself that could elicit that sound from him; Red.
"Finally!" She's about to run down to meet them, when she suddenly realizes that the letters are scattered around her. Frantically she scrabbles around, when suddenly one, then another is jerked from her grasp. "Dad, stop playing", she pleads as the Spider pulls on his threads.
"Shadows, you really want Red to find out you've been reading her private correspondence?" she hears the words in her head. "Some stories are not meant to be retold! Believe me when I say I am doing my best to help you!"
"Go, do your duty!" he chases her off then sullenly looks at another card and sighs, he knows this one too well. This one has Red's sigil on the back.
"My lovely Angel of War, lead us not to violence." He has never been a religious man, or creature, but for now, he prays.
ƒin
As published by Resigner Luth in Bounded by blood - Part Five © 2024/06/11 and published in https://resignerluth.space and https://ultraviolet.ink
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
Go reader, create, debate or entertain. We might live in a world that seems more and more superficial by the day. Remember, no one is always wrong. Good people do bad things, bad people sometimes do good things. After all, we are only human.
♪♪♪
The writer would like to thank all the original artists for their massive contribution to my page.
~ Keep on reading. Coming next is a poem about a broom, but not just any broom. I figure it's time for something less intense…then again, only the White Broom knows 😉
Small mercy
~ the author would like to add that "small" in this case means infinitesimal. Unfortunately, that's a complicated title for a blog entry.
Red returns
I.
As Cinders and Shadows try to navigate their way through the maze, they hear a horrifying noise. As if the ground itself is being torn apart ahead of them. Confused by the noise, they warily approach. They're both shocked to see Red, reading a book whilst patiently waiting.
Her look says it all. The disappointment, the complete annoyance. Not to mention her utter calmness in the midst of their predicament. She actually appears bored.
Shadows grips Cinders' by the hand. "Let me do the talking, princess. This is the Red I know.
Unwavering, Red captivates their attention. Facilitating their movements. Drawing them near.
Finally. she murmurs "So little time, yet so many questions, my darlings. But first, let's get you back where you belong."
With a snap of her fingers, Shadows feels the blow. "Thank goodness I wasn't in my actual body there!" as she opens her eyes to survey her surroundings. At some point Vander must have taken her back to the chamber. She can tell that it's early evening already. She realizes that she's starving, but as she tries to drink from the goblet placed next to her, she's suddenly overcome by the need to retch. She just can't seem to get rid of that deadly, disappointed look she had received.
She wonders if Cinders' is fairing any better.
As she dresses quickly, she rushes down to the compound, anxious to see if Red and Cinders' has returned. She realizes that their journey might be delayed and ponders whether there is any point in trying to find the underground tunnel by herself. If Red could trace them there, she is quite confident that there must be a way for her to return, above ground.
In her mind's eye she sees the sword. Imagines how light it must weigh. Hoping against all odds that Cinders' would keep their discovery a secret.
II.
Red and Cinders - a reunion fraught with pressure
Cinders takes a seat across from Red. Despite her fear, she looks at Red questioningly. "What are you doing wearing my crown, Red?"
"Oh dear, the princess does have a backbone after all?" is Red's contemptuous reply. Open your eyes my dear, this is not your crown. Besides, certain people tend to not look past the crown, I'm assuming you are not that stupid. Then again, I've been receiving several reports regarding your latest escapades. Care to explain?"
Cinders does not back off. Even though she knows that Red is correct, she's been humbled enough during the past 24 hours. If she was meant to fight for her kingdom, she could not, would not let anyone betray her. She slowly realizes that had Red never gone off, she'd never have been put in the position. Sadly, she also knows that she has a daughter's love for the immortal sitting opposite from her. With that love in her heart, it was easy to feel betrayed.
Putting aside her own emotions, she inspects her friend closely. Was it her imagination or did Red, despite her anger, seem smaller? Diminished, to a certain extent?
Suddenly, she understands. She rises from her seat, and quickly snatches the crown. To her surprise, Red does not attempt to stop her.
Red gasps in relief. "I knew if someone could remove that ridiculous thing it would be you!"
Cinders' watches as the crown, as if alive, tries to burrow it's way into the earth, hissing as if alive. Red clamps her hand across Cinders mouth, don't breathe. It's worse than acid. Acrid fumes blinding them both, Red whispers "Let's go!"
"We can't leave it here, Red" Cinders argues. "That thing, does not belong here! I have an obligation to do no harm."
Red just shakes her head. "Not here you don't, child."
"Here, in this realm between our different worlds, there's no small mercy for anyone who tries to claim it." She hurriedly explains how the crown had become an inherited duty. as well as a punishment of sorts. The way it had endowed her with too much power. A power which had fed off her own, whilst giving her the ability to go unseen, like a plague.
"So, whose crown was it?" Cinders, intrigued by the story, asks.
"All I can say, Cinders, is that whoever finds that crown in the future, will be powerful enough to destroy humanity. I've seen it happen before, and history tends to repeat itself."
"That is why your little kingdom needs a strong leader. It MUST survive."
III.
Red's collection
An agitated Shadows, sick and tired of waiting, decides to open the sealed letters that she was doomed to deliver. As she reads them, a calling card drops out.
She looks at the date on the back of the card. It reads November, 1665 and is signed by a scrawled letter "P". The questions start forming in her mind. Obviously Red had come into possession of this quite recently.
"What have you gotten yourself into Mom?" she wonders. She remembers being an orphan, until a woman with bloodied wings, had kindly taken her in. The same woman who she calls Mother, the one who had patiently sat by her bedside, singing lullabies and recounting vivid tales of times forgotten.
The same woman who had taught her basic magic, defense and strategy, but also the woman who would let her wander for hours through ancient museums, and introduced her to the theater and music. No, she decides. This card did not belong to her mother. After perusing several documents, not one of them written by Red herself, the enigma grows.
Just as she feels ready to explode with questions and the dreary waiting, she breathes a sigh of relief when she hears Vander's howl. She smiles despite herself, his howl always had the joyous tone of a pup when he saw someone he cared about. Shadows knows of only one person, other than herself that could elicit that sound from him; Red.
"Finally!" She's about to run down to meet them, when she suddenly realizes that the letters are scattered around her. Frantically she scrabbles around, when suddenly one, then another is jerked from her grasp. "Dad, stop playing", she pleads as the Spider pulls on his threads.
"Shadows, you really want Red to find out you've been reading her private correspondence?" she hears the words in her head. "Some stories are not meant to be retold! Believe me when I say I am doing my best to help you!"
"Go, do your duty!" he chases her off then sullenly looks at another card and sighs, he knows this one too well. This one has Red's sigil on the back.
"My lovely Angel of War, lead us not to violence." He has never been a religious man, or creature, but for now, he prays.
ƒin
As published by Resigner Luth in Bounded by blood - Part Five © 2024/06/11 and published in https://resignerluth.space and https://ultraviolet.ink
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
Go reader, create, debate or entertain. We might live in a world that seems more and more superficial by the day. Remember, no one is always wrong. Good people do bad things, bad people sometimes do good things. After all, we are only human.
♪♪♪
The writer would like to thank all the original artists for their massive contribution to my page.
~ Keep on reading. Coming next is a poem about a broom, but not just any broom. I figure it's time for something less intense…then again, only the White Broom knows 😉
