Ochako's Grief

Strange Bird

My flesh, my home 🦪 🫧

Practicing writing fight scenes. The gem of creation calls to me.

The sun beamed down on me on this autumns day, it was unusually hot, which made me and many others uncomfortable.

We knew the day would come that those soldiers from the west would come and take what they think is theirs.

For centuries, we’ve protected this abandoned kingdom of the east. It’s ruins is our home, it has been for so long…I grew up here and so many others. Like my friends.

But we’ve been told that the soldiers of the west would come back…I didn’t believe it until I saw a scout wearing armour that was the colour of sliver, glistening in the sun.

I knew then we would be in danger.

I’ve told my fellow dwellers that our home was to be attacked soon and to be ready, they were coming for something priceless.

Something dangerous that shouldn’t fall into their hands.

One hundred years ago, when the kingdom of the east was only slowly being accepted by nature again, a shining light was coming from the ruined castle.

When we investigated, it was beautiful.

The heart of the Sea.

We swore to protect the precious gem, not many of us questioning why it was in the kingdom of the east’s clutches before it the fall but I believe they wanted it because it connected them to our long forgotten creators.

Where we hoped one day, they would return to us.

If we held onto the gems of creations, like the heart of the Sea we could possibly summon them, but this precious gem in the hands of the west? It would be catastrophic.

The sun still beams brightly…I’m not used to all this sun. Non of us are.

We’re used to the shadows.

I await at the gate. The entrance to the centre of the castle where lies the heart of the Sea. I must be on my guard or those who came to claim it will cut me into nothing but pieces.

So I await at my post until I see them.

A solider? No, a knight.

Whose armour shines a luminous blue and whose helmet is adorned with horns the colour of gold.

And whose sword is sharper then any sword I’ve ever seen.

I pull out my own sword. I throw my cloak aside.

Thus my fate maybe sealed…or theirs.

I charged towards them my sword aiming for their abdomen, they dodge to my right and I swing the sword to my right.

Somehow they dash away from my strike and try to aim for my head, if I was only a few more seconds late I would’ve had a sword in my head but I was able to lunge forward and catch myself before turning quickly.

I throw my sword at them and they dodge, looking at the sword and I’m able to strike them with my dagger. Piercing their chainmail, it caught them off guard and they stagger, I try aim for the eye holes of their helmet but I end up collapsing on top of them.

We fumble for but a moment but I grip onto my dagger as I’m able to stab their eye.

They scream and immediately push me off, I’m without my dagger and I try and catch myself but I fall onto my whole being, it leaves me winded and I look to them.

They get up, they tower over me, I expect them to remove the dagger, it jutting out of their helm but no, they only walk to my direction with a thousand yard stare.

I shuffle back, trying to get some distance but no, their walking is my running speed.

Their sword is by their side as they get to my feet and I feel fear.

This is my end.

Their sword pointed at me, right where my heart is. “Your last words, Dweller?” That last word was filled with disgust at my mere name. At my people’s name.

“!niw reven lliw uoy!” I throw my last bit of dust at the solider and I hear a blood curdling scream.

Their sword clatters onto the cobble stone as I hear their cries, clawing at their eyes, they get on their knees and I see sizzling.

They’re screaming is empty, nothing comes out anymore, they must’ve inhaled the dust. They hold their throat and almost collapse on me but I was able to scurry away before a loud clatter.

I see minor twitching…then nothing,

Dead.

I get up, I’m shaking at what I’ve done.

But I knew it had to be done.

I try to ignore the smell of sizzling flesh and head into the ruined castle, picking up my sword and my cloak, wrapping it around me once more.

Hoping that it can cover me from what I have done.

I open the large metal doors and close them quickly before rushing to the center of the castle.

The Princess’s chambers.

Centuries ago, a war happened between all three kingdoms, North, South and West to try and get the heart of the Sea from the East.

But the princess hid the gem in her room, where she invoked an ancient spell.

A spell that simply made them all disappear.

The kings and queens, the generals and soldiers, anyone who was at the territory of the kingdom of the east were gone. Just like that.

No one dared investigated what happened, a spell that simply made everyone disappear like they never existed scared the other kingdoms into backing off, believing the heart of the Sea was gone with the princess that invoked the ancient spell.

But no, one hundred years ago, the gem shone a brilliant light and came back to life.

I make my way past the halls, the walls covered in moss and vines, tapestries strewn around the place, some old and worn, others torn and shredded from all the time that has passed, I make my way through the long hall and open the doors to the princess’s chamber.

Where in the middle, glows the light of the heart of the Sea. Spinning in mid air, it’s making these beautiful noises reminding me of crashing waves.

I’m unsure what to do, the others must have defeated the other soldiers by now…I should go get them and see what is going on but when I turn to leave I feel this pull…like it’s calling me.

I turn and it’s shining this light that can counter the sun in beauty, I can’t help but step closer.

Before I knew it I was holding it in my hand, I feel the energy surge through my entire body. I feel lighter then air, I hear the ocean waves and I can hear it singing to me.

Telling me…

To find them.

Thus…my journey begins.

really into knights and mixed media recently

Dawn

Finally got around to draw a comic with them <3

still very angry at writing-prompt-s lol. actually i'm angry at that entire circlejerk going around trying to convince everyone that the palestinians on tumblr are all bots but writing-prompt-s is someone who has a big presence on this site and who knows what kind of damage they're causing by enabling this rhetoric that real ass people trying to survive a genocide are bots trying to scam you. idk i know this isn't productive but i'm feeling really petty right now and i really wanna see them get destroyed for this. cancel writing-prompt-s we as a collective deserve a writing prompt based blog that's run by someone who actually cares about people dying

request: "What do your bishops look like and how does the lamb think of them?"

I haven’t decided (or started) on designs yet. As for my lambs opinion, they process everything through humour, I would say this is their surface level opinion on the bishops. There’s obviously the deeper-seated issues they have w them tho.