Psalm 117: Tale of Muses and Writer's block
And yey, Raina did vanish for ages and ages hence, to never be seen until nary a year had passed. The good gospel did become dusty and disused, all the fangirls had moved on to busier and brighter, and not quite so strict, things. Raina was left all alone, and she wept when she came to the realization that it was so.
The prophet Axel hadn't kicked anyone in the head in so long, the son Sora had never bothered to wake up to straighten out fandom, and all that was good once lost. Raina did bemoan her forsaken state, and clutched at the shards remaining with little to no dignity, as she was wont to do. Her eyes fell at the ground of her fallen kingdom.
But nay! What had pulled her back? Curiously, heads peeked from the rubble, those who also were pulled back to days of old. "Nay, my friends... It has been a year hence. I am now in college, and thus I thought myself to be too old for Fandom. Woe, oh how wrong I was, I of little faith. And yey, now that summer has come again, I long for more."
Slowly, heads nodded in agreement. "I long to continue in the name of goodfic," Raina didst announce, her voice sorrowful and reserved in the face of great adversity. "Thou doth have no idea how hard I've tried to reach my muses, for they are constantly on the aversion, yey..." And Raina didst then break into sobs, and those of faith didst nod their heads in sympathy.
But lo, as Raina didst speaketh her words of hopelessness, a new figure appeared on the scene, clad in black. The fangirls didst look up, and faint. Raina looked up, just long enough to see a keyblade in her face, and she screamed.
Lo, the Spirit Roxas had come, and Raina found herself in his presence, unprepared, and she cowered before him. "Spare me!" she begged, "And let my muse go!"
Roxas then did scowl to her, announcing, "Until you learn how to treat me with more respect, I'm not letting anything go. You're lucky I haven't keybladed your face yet!"
Raina didst sob. "Oh yes! Oh yes! I understand! Spare me, and I shall change my ways, Roxas! I shall, I shall!"
Roxas didst then eye her, saying, "Yeah right." He glanced towards the sun, and then didst look at her, anger flashing in his eyes. "King Mickey says to back off for now, but if you don't treat your muse right, I'm not giving him back."
And lo, he was gone. Raina didst then thank Mickey.
And her muse was then put to work again.
The prophet Axel hadn't kicked anyone in the head in so long, the son Sora had never bothered to wake up to straighten out fandom, and all that was good once lost. Raina did bemoan her forsaken state, and clutched at the shards remaining with little to no dignity, as she was wont to do. Her eyes fell at the ground of her fallen kingdom.
But nay! What had pulled her back? Curiously, heads peeked from the rubble, those who also were pulled back to days of old. "Nay, my friends... It has been a year hence. I am now in college, and thus I thought myself to be too old for Fandom. Woe, oh how wrong I was, I of little faith. And yey, now that summer has come again, I long for more."
Slowly, heads nodded in agreement. "I long to continue in the name of goodfic," Raina didst announce, her voice sorrowful and reserved in the face of great adversity. "Thou doth have no idea how hard I've tried to reach my muses, for they are constantly on the aversion, yey..." And Raina didst then break into sobs, and those of faith didst nod their heads in sympathy.
But lo, as Raina didst speaketh her words of hopelessness, a new figure appeared on the scene, clad in black. The fangirls didst look up, and faint. Raina looked up, just long enough to see a keyblade in her face, and she screamed.
Lo, the Spirit Roxas had come, and Raina found herself in his presence, unprepared, and she cowered before him. "Spare me!" she begged, "And let my muse go!"
Roxas then did scowl to her, announcing, "Until you learn how to treat me with more respect, I'm not letting anything go. You're lucky I haven't keybladed your face yet!"
Raina didst sob. "Oh yes! Oh yes! I understand! Spare me, and I shall change my ways, Roxas! I shall, I shall!"
Roxas didst then eye her, saying, "Yeah right." He glanced towards the sun, and then didst look at her, anger flashing in his eyes. "King Mickey says to back off for now, but if you don't treat your muse right, I'm not giving him back."
And lo, he was gone. Raina didst then thank Mickey.
And her muse was then put to work again.