Single pieces

The bird in the bloody rain. (GRACE)

Sorrow allowed herself a moment of respite, laying her head upon one of the small land masses in her ocean of blood. For once, the constant feeling of dread that hung around her wasn’t so heavy. Perhaps today would be a good day.

She felt the gentle brush of her “little” friend, Tragedy, against the tendrils of her body. With the barely noticeable blood that carved her face, a small smile appeared upon it.

“So calm today, aren’t you..?”

Sorrow let her hand run over Tragedy’s head, which was now poking out of the water next to her. She noticed something within its eyes, causing her to tilt her head slightly.

“Is something wrong, my dear pet..? You appear troubled…”

Tragedy let out a soft rumble before disappearing underneath the sea again. Sorrow lifted herself up and glided upon the ocean, following Tragedy closely. Once it stopped in front of another small mass of land, Sorrow stopped beside it and glanced around.

“Just the familiar scene of my constant rain…there’s nothing-”

Sorrow was cut off by a small noise that wasn’t from herself, her rain, or Tragedy. It sounded like…a bird?
She looked downward, noticing a tiny cloaked creature upon the mass of land that the two were stopped in front of. This caused her to tilt her head once more, before kneeling downward and gently caressing the hood of the bird-creature.

“Such a tiny thing…how did you end up here..?”

The creature just let out another caw-like sound.

“Unable to speak, are you..?”

Sorrow gently scooped the creature up in her hands, holding it close.

“That’s alright…you clearly have no idea where you are…”

The creature nudged against Sorrow gently, earning a soft gaze from her.

“I suppose for now…I shall call you Craven..! I fear I cannot tell if you are a crow or a raven…so Craven shall do...”

The little one, now called Craven, seemed to be happy with that. It let out a few happy-sounding chirps, and Sorrow used a tendril to rub its hooded head.

“I…do not know if this is the safest place for a little one like you to grow…but you don’t seem keen on the idea of leaving…”

Craven let out another chirp, this one of agreement. Tragedy poked its head out of the water again, and Craven appeared frightened at the sight of the giant sea serpent. Sorrow noticed this obvious predicament, continuing the gentle rubbing of Craven’s head to try and soothe it.

“Shh…my pet shan’t hurt you…you’ll grow used to its presence soon enough, dear Craven…”

Craven soon calmed down, snuggling into Sorrow’s hands and starting to drift off. This seemed to elicit a happy sounding giggle from her…a sound she hadn’t made in several millennia.

“Rest now, little one…your new environment may be harsh, but I shall keep you safe…”

Maybe Craven could give her a new purpose to her existence…a means to distract her from the persisting dread.
Sorrow shook those thoughts from her head, focusing entirely on the little Craven in her hands and Tragedy beside her.
A new purpose…yes.
She could find solace in this moment. And possibly many more to come.
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A non-intense first piece, to contribute to the Grace community! I am well aware of the drama, but I have too much of an attachment to the game to let it go so easily...