She Understood... a story beginning written off of a 7th Sanctum prompt
From this prompt generator: http://www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=writeprompt
There, in the hyperspace beacon, she understood evil. That woman, with her statues and her beautiful desks, filled with beautiful pens and inkwells, that woman, who surrounded herself in the handicrafts of bygone eras and far-flung worlds...
...she stood in the glaring radiation of the most modern thing she could find, and understood what every piece of every culture she could touch could not explain to her.
The Ruler, for it was she, stood in the cold blue light, staring out at the new world they had found, and felt chilled to the bone. She had found what she'd been looking for. At long last, she had reached understanding.
She reached out towards her desks and her statues, her pens and her rag paper, but there was nothing there that could cleanse the stain from her mind.
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There, in the hyperspace beacon, she understood evil. That woman, with her statues and her beautiful desks, filled with beautiful pens and inkwells, that woman, who surrounded herself in the handicrafts of bygone eras and far-flung worlds...
...she stood in the glaring radiation of the most modern thing she could find, and understood what every piece of every culture she could touch could not explain to her.
The Ruler, for it was she, stood in the cold blue light, staring out at the new world they had found, and felt chilled to the bone. She had found what she'd been looking for. At long last, she had reached understanding.
She reached out towards her desks and her statues, her pens and her rag paper, but there was nothing there that could cleanse the stain from her mind.
This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1067397.html. You can comment here or there.