Kindled

An absolutely wonderful artist known as LuckyEd on Deviant Art has now added to A Kindled Change's illustrations for my artist collaboration project. The piece that I commissioned her was ultra important to the story. But not just this story, but to all three of Chrys' saga. And we call it...

Kindled - By LuckyEd.

A truly pivotal moment for all three stories and how her future would eventually pan out. But if you've noticed from the art itself, the colors are more abstract and the fires are purposely unique. I chose Lucky Ed for this truly momentous picture due to her truly wonderfully unique use of watercolors, as I knew her artstyle would be able to invoke the idea that this is a nightmare that Chrys is having. She did an absolutely amazing job of making it look like a dream, no? This piece will feature in "Chapter 4 - Restless", within the paragraphs that describe those events.

I am restless. In the murky darkness of my mind, I am taken back to a time long lost. As I come to, the night sky is replaced by thick dark clouds of smoke with embers dancing all around me. Ash is being swept up by the wind creating a black and grey rain. A malicious orange light fills the darkness. It flickers violently, creating monstrous shadows. My lungs are consumed by heat as I gasp for air. The wooden ceiling of the small house I'm in creaks and shatters as it falls around me in every direction, giving way to the sight of a living hellscape.

My world is burning. The fire rampages on top of everything it touches. The words they whisper are filled with violence and turmoil. They know no morality, and they scream out into the night in a deafening roar, taking the stars away with them. The ground is covered in coarse black ash and it burns to the touch. My legs become singed with the dormant embers beneath the powdery layer.

My vision is blurred by the elements. I become blind. Truly blind. I can hardly see the vague outlines of those dancing fires, and slowly, my vision fades altogether. My eyes are gauged by the flames and pain constricts around my body in a deadly hold. I want to scream, but my chest hurts when I breathe. I want to run, but my legs won't work. I want to cry, but it is drowned out in the chaos of my plight.

I am filled with despair.