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A bleak world had opened up to the Nexus. In it, a boy sat atop a hill, scuffing a foot through the dirt in front of him.
"He should have been here hours ago."
Saphir knew he had no right to complain. His brother was busy, he had things to do to better their lives here, and his plans to overthrow that horrid were said to show promise. Dimande was gaining support everywhere, the whole Planet felt unified - it was the first time he could remember seeing smiles as he walked down the street... Even so, a younger brother is expected to feel disappointment when the elder fails to inform him that he's too busy to meet with him.
The blunette glared down at the ground, doing his very best not to look at the tiny bud which, not even a week ago, had been a cause for such joy. It had wilted since then, black petals dropping, brushing the dirt. Perhaps someone had stepped on it - perhaps it had considered death easier than facing life here. Most did, after all. Some said the only reason others stood tall was because they were meant to fight in his brother's armies, to take back the Earth and all it's life and beauty from those who didn't deserve it.
"Stupid Queen," usually so eloquent and well versed, that was the only thing the boy could think of to properly state his anger. Saphir was many things, would be many things, but for now he was a sulking child. "... It's not fair."
"He should have been here hours ago."
Saphir knew he had no right to complain. His brother was busy, he had things to do to better their lives here, and his plans to overthrow that horrid were said to show promise. Dimande was gaining support everywhere, the whole Planet felt unified - it was the first time he could remember seeing smiles as he walked down the street... Even so, a younger brother is expected to feel disappointment when the elder fails to inform him that he's too busy to meet with him.
The blunette glared down at the ground, doing his very best not to look at the tiny bud which, not even a week ago, had been a cause for such joy. It had wilted since then, black petals dropping, brushing the dirt. Perhaps someone had stepped on it - perhaps it had considered death easier than facing life here. Most did, after all. Some said the only reason others stood tall was because they were meant to fight in his brother's armies, to take back the Earth and all it's life and beauty from those who didn't deserve it.
"Stupid Queen," usually so eloquent and well versed, that was the only thing the boy could think of to properly state his anger. Saphir was many things, would be many things, but for now he was a sulking child. "... It's not fair."