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For this year’s Blaugust, my goal is to achieve two things: First? Make realistic goals that I know I can accomplish without compromising the quality of the content I put forth. Secondly? To do something I’ve been itching to do for sometime and that was dive back into creative writing.
I’ve been on quite the hook since May of this year with the fire Emblem: Fates series so I’m excited for the adventures of my MU, Alisha Rue, and those that accompany her along the way. Enjoy!
W—where do I begin? I suppose at the beginning is always best. I suppose it’s only rational to start this with the formal apropos greeting.
Lately, I’ve had continuous dreams. Dreams that just feel so real. Dreams that make me question the state of my identity. Dreams that make me ponder who I really trust.
When you’ve lived behind palace walls for so long I suppose it only makes sense that dreams are a gateway towards a reality, but these? These feel like premonitions. A foreshadow of what’s to come. I take comfort that Lilith, Felicia, Flora and Jakob are nearby to keep me company and my siblings are always but a step behind me. Something just…. just feels off though. I’ve dreamt of my beloved siblings fighting against our arch rivals in Hoshido more than ever lately. And yet, when I see the enemy in my dreams? I carry no ill will towards them. No hate, no malevolence— more piqued curiosity than anything. Father’s always instilled in us that no enemy shall take us down and the only way to do that is to fight back with force and aggression. To a small capacity I understand his tenets for acting that way, but I don’t feel the justification in my heart.
Yes they are our enemy, but why? That’s the golden question everyone abruptly stops to ponder. Are our Nohrian brothers and sisters killing ceaselessly for a unified and sound cause, or is it merely the order passed down to them by their superior? Perhaps I could know all the answers to these questions if SOMEONE WOULD JUST LET ME OUT OF THESE PALACE WALLS.
Oh. I’ve done it again. In the height of my emotions I’ve began to both write and yell simultaneously. Is that footsteps down the hall?
I’ve got an hour before training with Xander. Time to rush back to bed and attempt to fall back asleep. I have a feeling I’ll get a deep sleep for 20 minutes before Jakob barrages through that door.
Please mind… no more dreams. Just sleep. Just—-