The winds had deepened and breathed with the weight of the world bearing down on her
The sunset whispered, heaviness weighing on the wise archangel who all but saw everything.
To see the world was, to her, another error; to her, the world had been, flaws and all, but a failure to her presence.
Nobody could explain why she was here or why she sang a different language apart from everybody else.
Screaming against the windows pale like glass and hands of delicate origins scaling the walls all around her.
But only seeing stars, she had been captured, and there was nothing she could do.
And an Archangel at this point, trapped how tragic
in a lost world to time while everything else was eternal, how was she to survive..
The world in her eyes had failed her dearly, but she would never say that again.
She would fight and would fight until the Bitter end of time if she had to.
Yet the world's chorus would never stay, and for all she knew, she'd never cry.
Not at the world who never ceased to exist, not at what wanted her to fall.
she would rise, and you'd have little chance to lift it up to your standards.
Emperor Xannathaithen was no help to her, only chastening her for the world they lived in.
What happened when all you could see was a barred window in a room painted black..
Purely meant to drive you insane for the purposes of the Reyalles?
alone in a room where your wings droop and you're staring at a mirror
seeing your cold reflection, seeing her beautiful face,
covered in unfallen tears..
glossy eyes for a world that never deserved her.
An Archangel for a Mortal girl who always felt too deeply, shut off.
She wasn't Rythennia, but she was also never in Asterianara or Draseilara at all
DRA-seila-ra (pronunciation) is a place outside of heaven and hell and the mortal world and outside of the SAE'REILO'NIA dimension.
was a beautifully arcane place where it was a paradise beyond what anyone could ever believe.
Since when did archangels ever get set free? Left to move cities with their words and still be alone at the end of the day.
Right next to those who don't deserve them, archangels in this universe are not religious;
they are characterised by their personality, how they act, and how they see the logical world.
The longer an archangel goes being closed off, the fewer chances she'll have to approach someone.
It could take a leap, or it could take a century while worlds run and everything begins to degrade around her
leaving her at the center of what people look up to, the opposite of what people ever thought of her despite the rumours.
She lay alone in her cell, having glided down from the barred window; she never understood why anyone would do this.
She was from a beautiful world not many people knew about,
from a world where everyone respected each other to the highest level
Archangel for a force of nature yet to unleash her truest self, former Angel herself.
treason was always out of the question.
She never questioned the laws that held her, nor what anything or anyone had said to her, nor what the celestial bodies tried to tell her.
No matter what she would say, she would never rest until she was released
She'd walk the paths of light until she walked to the winds, listening to the birds sing, let the rain burn her delicate light.
Rain was a Pearlesent scent, a scent she learned to look forward to anytime it was projected to occur, the only time a guard would check on her
in an eon and a world that consisted of her cell; this was exciting to her, while to someone else it might sound boring.
On the inside, she learned to live, laugh, and love despite everything.
Her resilience was unwavering and undying; though she had her flaws she'd admit, she'd never let the world shun her light.