#monopara

[ashe-hallow]

WIP Intro

Focuris followed Sacchagirus into the cabin. Sitting on the table was her famous Inavita Pie. It wasn’t famous because the flavors were complex, the taste delectable. It was famous because it was the only thing she ever cooked. Each House had their recipe; it was easy on the gatherers that way.

In the early days of the Garden, the gatherers enjoyed the extended exploration. But everything came crashing down when Appedes got lost in the northern forest. Houses Perseus, Aries, Lupus, and Sirius went without dinner that night. Since the ordeal, the gatherers have insisted on one recipe per House. If a House wanted to change up their dinner plans, they had to fetch the ingredients themselves.

“Have you ever thought of foraging yourself?” Focuris asked his wife. He bit into the Pie, tasteless and bland and dry. He tried to hide the expression of disgust, but it was becoming harder each day. Focuris had once loved his wife dearly. But like the Pie, Sacchagirus had also become tasteless and bland and dry.

“I’m content with the lives we lead,” Sacchagirus mumbled. But her face, like Focuris’, showed great despair when she chewed on the Inavita Pie.

Focuris took the cloth from his lap and dabbed his clean lips. He pushed his plate back, though his Pie was almost completely intact. Sacchagirus ignored his silent plea, and continued to eat from her own serving. The Pie would go to waste, as it had the trillion nights before.

Focuris dismissed himself from the table. Sacchagirus turned her cold silver eyes onto his towering figure. Her expression was long and cold. Judging. As she had so many nights before.

Focuris grasped the wooden rail that led to the second story. He looked over his shoulder, at the wife who was trying hard to stomach her own creation. He lowered his head and dropped his voice. “Do you ever wonder if there might be something else? Something beyond Minitas’ Garden?”

Sacchagirus stood from the table. She scraped off the remains of the Inavita Pie. It fell into the wastebin, where it would decompose in the soil and feed the agriculture. Her face was cold and stiff, but her eyes darted back and forth in a panicked frenzy. She dropped the dishes in the wooden washing bin, then turned her back to Focuris. In the window reflection, Focuris watched her close her eyes and lower her head. Then, with a deep breath, she raised her face and opened her eyes.

“What do you hope to accomplish with your blasphemy? It’s important to be thankful for the ways that Minitas has provided. Every day is a gift, and fruitless questions will get us thrown from paradise.”

Focuris turned his face from his wife. He hurried up the wooden steps, then climbed out of the skylight in the roof. He spent the night up there, his face turned towards the black abyss overhead. Wondering if there was something else out there. Praying that there was life beyond paradise.

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Lutte contre le terrorisme : 19 jihadistes dont deux femmes arrêtés mardi

Lutte contre le terrorisme : 19 jihadistes dont deux femmes arrêtés mardi

Suite de l’opération conjointe des forces de Barkhane, du Mali et du Burkina. 19 jihadistes dont deux femmes ont été arrêtés ce mardi. De sources sécuritaires, 13 ont été arrêtés à Monopara et 4 à Douna. Ces mêmes sources indiquent qu’entre Boni et Douentza, une embuscade a été tendue aux forces armées mercredi. 8 jihadistes ont été tués, les autres se sont enfuis. Parmi les personnes arrêtées…

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WIP Intro: Monotony and Paradise

Focuris has come to resent the boredom of his eternal life in paradise. When his fellow woodsmen invite him to commit sacrilege by jumping into the void, Focuris is wary - but intrigued. After taking the plunge, Focuris comes face-to-face with his goddess, and he must choose: spend eternity in boredom or leave paradise forever.