Remi-chan's Writing Snippets~

[Remi-chan]

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Lass of Steel

A child of the sun and moon living in the only solace she could. For an orphan she was always the bearer of other's burdens. Never once did she take a moment to care for herself, always being a pillar of reassurance for others. Those who she would come to know later... as little more than ingrates and users.

In her grief she fell on desperate times, trying with all her might to cling onto anything that might grant her meaning. She had lost her faith in mankind as they had in her long ago. She would flee her orphanage at any cost, even if it meant death was the next step. At this stage, even the reaper would wear a welcoming mask.

As if answering her graven call, the sky rained fire as if the sun had unleashed an inferno upon the world. Hell consumes the hell that consumed the few still worthy of heaven. She felt herself painlessly float off the surface of the world and her eyes closed for what she thought would be a final time. In this mirage a voice rang loud in her withering mind...

"If it is Humans who are truly the mistake, then you are the cure they will never receive. Rise up, daughter of the solstice and return to a path your own. You see what they all fail to see. Grief beyond grief embroils your heart, so please... When you wake, let it go. Exhaust your heavy burden of its meaning, weep tears as you never could. Embrace what they call weakness to realize true strength. Find Solace in solitude, and only then, will you be without the latter and embroiled in the former.

Your second chance is here, and I wish you luck."

As if blessed by an angel from on high, her life did not end here. She awoke in what she initially assumed the wreckage of her "home" and saw the ashes of calamity had taken full root. She whimpered alone and afraid, never once being able to feel the release of her sorrow. Finally, she let it all go... She bawled, she moped, she cried and she snivelled. The release of a decade of trauma and wasted effort for other's sake, she felt as if she could cry evermore, finding satisfiaction in the sheer release. She screamed, and she howled! She sent her grief to the moon and to the sun. None were here to hear her final vast message to the cosmos. Misery. Pure, unfiltered misery. She let it out in one vast unyielding roar of sadness and fell to her knees exhausted. Such relief, she had never known.

She heard someone approach, but she no longer cared. She whimpered still, and from that bravery- she met her best friend. One who understood why she cried, and lent her his strength. He supported her as she had once thought no one would.

She is Solistace: The Second Orphan.

She had just now met the first, calling himself Flannel. The two became good friends and searched the otherworld for tools to survive, and whatever food they could find. From being completely alone, the Lass of Steel had found solace first in the solitude of her pain, and then in the sharing of her sacrifice.

Strength is found in shedding one's sorrow, in screeching in anguish when all else is shrived clean of meaning. This was her truth, to cry is to admit you are sad, but sadness is not to be feared to such a degree that it leaves you hollow.

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