R.I.P. Ice Blossom · 7:33am Feb 7th, 2014
I know not who, if any, read my blogs, but this post feels needed.
I read A LOT of FimFiction. And by a lot I don't mean "a substantial amount", or "more than most", I mean somewhere in the neighborhood of grotesque.
Over the past 2 years, I have read roughly 1mil. words per week, or MORE!
I have read slice of life, comedy, romance, crossovers, HiEs, and even clop. Most however has been from sad and dark. Why? Because they move me more.
I'm not saying I've enjoyed everything I've read, or that I've finished every story I've started, but by sheer volume I have consumed prose as fast as humanely possible without burning out.
Why am I mentioning this? To Brag? No!
I mention this, because for the first time, I am not simply moved by a story, but feel connected (albeit in a horrible way) to it and it's characters.
I posted a response for the author, but I felt I needed to also post something here.
When a character dies, it can be sad, such as when someone commits suicide after hiding depression from those they love, or due to illness which can't be stopped.
It can leave you feeling angry that someone you've grown attached to is gone now. You might wish the author had killed off someone else instead, or try to find a logical way to show they didn't NEED to die (Aeris anyone?). You may feel proud when a character sacrifices themselves for the greater good, while sad it had to come to that. And in any of these you may feel a bit revolted at the outcome, and wish to remove yourself from the story so as not to be reminded of the negative emotions or the loss.
I just read chapter 29 of The Alchemist's Heart (sequel to When a Pony Calls), and was left feeling, at least partially, as hollow as I imagine the protagonist will feel going forward. The death involved is as shockingly brutal as it is abrupt. As with a tragedy in real life it cannot be seen coming, leaving the moment so much more powerful.
I look forward to the future of this story and any other works offered by Seven Fates going forward.
A dark night has passed, and dawn looms on the horizon, yet the clouds block the brilliance from those who need it most.
Rest In Peace Ice Blossom, you will be missed, and remembered.
