Fic ain't dead · 9:32am Jul 19th, 2021
I'm (slowly) getting the energy to write again and decided to share a snippet of the next chapter of The Blind Sun. As of writing this blog. the chapter is nearly at two thousand words and only the first scene is done. Still got two, maybe three scenes to do, depending on if I get any other ideas for this chapter.
Grimm looked worried at the way Hollow referred to themselves as It and from the emotions Hearth could pick up from the family, it was a conversation that had been brought up numerous times.
But before she could interject, Ghost spoke.
Hollow likes being an It…
The moth’s red eyes grew sharp as he looked over at the small bug. “Only because that is all they have known since they climbed out of The Abyss…. Damn that wyrm and my sister…”
Hollow crouched closer to the ground and Hearth could sense how much they wanted to disappear into it. She laid a comforting claw on his back and watched as Ghost stubbornly refused to budge on the topic.
So? Is it such a bad thing to want to claim something for yourself, even if it came from a bad time in your life?
Grimm blinked, shoulders sagging as Ghost stared at him. Hearth had the distinct impression this was more than conversation between parent and child. There was something more to Ghost that she wasn’t ready to look into.
“And yet I worry that their quirks will be to their detriment. Others could very easily try to manipulate any of you, and I would be powerless to stop it.”
Ghost crossed their stubby arms across their chest.
Just as Hearth was about to step in, Hollow rose to their full height, the mothling they were supporting readjusting her stance to stand without their aid, and snapped his fingers to get their attention. A small red flame danced in the palm of their hand.
And their words were brimming with purpose, a strength of character that would cow the weak willed.
It is not weak.
It is not foolish.
It knew chains for too long.
Never again…
