As a child... you feel as though the universe is centered around you. You are the king of your own world, and nothing can defeat your kingdom of lies. Nothing but the Truth.
I cannot be a child anymore. A child clings onto their heroes for support, knowing that they will always be there to save their world.
There are no heroes in my world to cling to. There's only me, and chaos. So what... what should I do? I need to...
Grow up, me.
I must stand up to my darkness. My world doesn't need saving, it needs changing. I have the authority to do so!
Yes, I am no longer a child.
I am a king.
And my world needs me.
I cannot be a child anymore. A child clings onto their heroes for support, knowing that they will always be there to save their world.
There are no heroes in my world to cling to. There's only me, and chaos. So what... what should I do? I need to...
Grow up, me.
I must stand up to my darkness. My world doesn't need saving, it needs changing. I have the authority to do so!
Yes, I am no longer a child.
I am a king.
And my world needs me.
Oh gosh the emotions right now D: I made up this story last night based off a painting I did and OH GOD it hit me like the heavens were suddenly down on my shoulders! (I feel for you, Atlas.) Well, I'm gonna be quoting more of that:
Prologue
As a child... you feel as though the universe is centered around you. You are the king of your own world, and nothing can defeat your kingdom of lies. Absolutely nothing.
But worlds aren't always solitary, and by no means do they remain stationary. Sometimes, by a chance of fate, they collide.
I can't force myself to believe this happens without reason. Something, anything, draws these worlds together.
I don't know exactly why she was drawn into mine. But I know this for certain:
It began with a cry for help, from a certain king...
...of a certain world...
As a child... you feel as though the universe is centered around you. You are the king of your own world, and nothing can defeat your kingdom of lies. Absolutely nothing.
But worlds aren't always solitary, and by no means do they remain stationary. Sometimes, by a chance of fate, they collide.
I can't force myself to believe this happens without reason. Something, anything, draws these worlds together.
I don't know exactly why she was drawn into mine. But I know this for certain:
It began with a cry for help, from a certain king...
...of a certain world...
Aaaand one last thing:
Aster: There only two ways to escape from here. Either complete the quest you came here for, or let the Truths get you.
Sylvia: Why are the Truths so bad? Isn't it better to tell the truth than to lie?
Aster: If the Truths get you, you'll no longer be able to live as a child. I don't want that for you, yet.
D: AND ONE MORE THING
Aster: Well, Sylvia! I welcome you to my humble abode, the land full of lies.
Sylvia: Wow... Mama always told me that lies are bad, so I never expected them to be so beautiful.
Aster: Lies are bad! Terrible, disastrous, nasty things! But, they're pretty! So the rest of that stuff doesn't matter, right?
Sylvia: Okay...
Annnd yup done here.