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(A Day of Silence and Wrath)
What happened in that second, Herman couldnât, and didnât know, his mind blurred, he held his sword tightly in his left hand while the right hand gripped the straps of the leather, tinkers of blood splashed on his Automaton horse, he can smell it, he knew well who these blood belongs to, his comrades. The strong smell made his head dizzy.
Something exploded right in front of him. His Automaton horseâs head was blown off by the great impact, and sent them falling backwards. This all happened in a mere few seconds, but for Herman, it felt like an eternity.
He fell onto the scorched ground, and with his instinct, he crawled away into the nearby shrubs quickly. But he was unable to think, his vision was hazy and blurry, pain pierced through his ears and head ringing, blood dripping down from his cheeks and his big fox ears. He still clutched tightly to his sword. The cogs and metal pieces of his broken horse scattered around on the grass, and the hard metal pieces cut his hands as he tried to escape to safety. He stared at his bloody hand, and his vision darkened, the last thing he saw was a bright white light and a lady with clockwork angelic wings, she stretched her hand towards him. And then he fell into a deep slumber.
(Do I still exist?)
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(A Day of Trumpet and Battle cry) chapter 2
âWas there an explosion? Fire, fire everywhere, everything's burning, it's so warm-â falling, falling, falling. Slowly drifting into the void. Suddenly, Otto came back to consciousness, he looked around and quickly understood the state of his situation. Bullets have pierced through the right side of his plane and the fuel tank. The plane spun rapidly towards the ground and would crash in a matter of a few minutes. He acted as quickly as he could, but it was nearly impossible for him to think straight as the fire spread faster with the help of the wind.
âHurry, Otto hurry, you canât die here, you can do thisâ he encouraged himself.
He was lucky enough to be able to undo all the belts and buckles that were tied to him, but the Goddess of Luck left him as soon as he jumped out. The moment he got out of his burning plane, everything exploded. The air burned around him, and the surrounding became a mixture of yellow, red, orange and white. As his mind tried to comprehend what has happened, he made a mistake. As he turned around to see what had happened, a white-hot pain ripped through his left eye, he screamed in agony, he could taste the iron rust smell of his blood, and then, his vision went all bright and white for a second before fading into darkness.
And the next second he hit the ground below hard, his bones felt like theyâd shattered into a million pieces.
(some times I just want to watch the world burn and fall into ashes)
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Update: im currently writing a original fiction story called " Alter Ego" so far I've written 10 chapter in total and I'll post one chapter per day (maybe) and some explanation to the plot and future events that will happen (idk I guess writing it down is a good idea)
(some aesthetic pics that I took)
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(A Day of Darkness and Gloom) chapter 1
July 8th, 1866, 1426 hours
He died, but that shouldnât happen, because he is not supposed to die today. He could feel the life draining from his body every passing second as he was carried away from the crossfire of battle. He was stripped from all of his senses. âCaptain! Captain Krönoz!â someone yelled, but it sounded so distant to him, it was like they are calling him from the other side. He tasted the salty blood dripping from the wound on his face.
This could be the end, is this truly my fate? He questioned himself, and Angel Esabelle with what remaining strength he had left.
The sky was the colour of greyish crimson from the ashes, and the fire from the battlefield burned.
âOh Holy Angel Esabell, why must you let us mortals believe in this horrible thing called fate?â
(I stare out the empty field, only to see agony)
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https://archiveofourown.org/users/Flyinglemonade/works
My ao3 page.
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"that's fucking height discrimination" he screamed internally
Writers, this is an invitation to reblog this with an out of context quote from your WIP.
Why? Because I just like hearing things with no context.
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