OOC thread:
The land of Seissol OOC
Five individuals will come together to fight for the dying country of Seissol, located in a universe far beyond this one where humans are hardly known of and strange creatures you only find in books and dreams are living and real. They will fight to take back the magic and wonder that has been stolen from the citizens of Seissol by the evil and greedy gnome king, Tomiak.
The Silver Elf Queen, Namastia has called upon these humans to steal back for the creatures what is rightfully theirs. Can they complete the task given to them, or will Seissol remain powerless for centuries to come?
Our tale begins in Seattle, Washington, where these five teens will soon come together and help a country in need.
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Lily opened her eyes slowly, but the sunlight from the window behind her caused her lids to close again. Her nose tickled with the plastic tubes that had been shoved up there, sending oxygen to her lungs. She brought a hand to her face and rubbed her eyes, feeling the scratchy fabric of the bandages scrape against her skin. She opened her eyes again, squinting in the brightness, and noticed her forearms were wrapped up in sterile white gauze. There was a needle sticking out of her left hand, and a tube connected it to a bag of fluids that hung on a metal pole beside her. Where was she? What had happened? She sat up in the bed and looked about the room. There was a small black TV in the corner of the room, and when she looked over to her right, she saw the figure of her mother sitting in a chair, reading a magazine. She remembered what had happened.
Last night, she had gotten home late from school because she had been at the park, wandering around, watching the happy people walk past her, living their lives each day as she lived hers. She didn't understand what there was to live for. It all fell into a deep ravenous pit at the end anyways, and with her best friend gone from this hell, what else was there to make her day bright again? Lily had locked herself in the bathroom, a razor in one hand, and perhaps three bottles of prescription meds in the other. They were her mom's medications; she had various heart problems that caused her to rely on these everyday. Lily thought that maybe they could make the pain go away forever. So she downed a few and began cutting open her skin, watching with a distant calm as the red blood poured from her flesh and painted the white tile floors pink. She remembered feeling like her soul was drifting away from her body, and then she closed her eyes. The next thing she knew, she was in the hospital hooked up to machines that were working to keep her alive.
I'm alive. The thought made her sad. She didn't want to be in this world, but when she looked over at her mother sitting there, part of her was glad that she hadn't died.
"Mom?" She said softly. Her mom looked up and smiled widely at her. Diane set down the magazine and embraced her only daughter. She could feel her mother's wet tears dripping on her face and neck.
"Oh Lily. I thought I'd lost you." Her mother sobbed, brushing her daughter's hair out of her face and giving her a sad smile. Lily hadn't realized how much her mother cared. Sometimes it seemed like she didn't care at all. Her mother was always busy running her boutique and talking to customers on the phone. Sometimes it seemed like her mother wasn't there at all.
"Are you hungry? Do you need anything? Are you feeling okay?" Her mother asked, wiping her tears away with her shirt sleeve. Her mother had short brown hair and wore glasses also, but they were usually pushed to the end of her nose for reading purposes. Lily looked around for her own glasses, and found them lying on the small side table next to the bed. She grabbed them and put them on, grateful that she could see clearly now.
"Can I go home?" Lily asked, irritated at the tubes and needles stuck into her. She always hated hospitals. They smelled like death and piss, even behind all the bleach and cleaner that they used to try and hide the stench. Her mother nodded in response and pushed the little button on the side of the bed to call for a nurse.