They were lost souls that lived in an even more lost world.
A world filled with poisons:
Deceit
Corruption
Scheming
Thievery
Greed
And soon it the poisons began to seep into the people living within it.
It made it way in through their minds
Making them believe that there was a difference among them
So they created one
After poisoning their minds making false statements true it worked its way into the heart
So the evil words they spoke were thought as fact
As a natural thing
Something created from something someone greater than themselves
Then it made its way to their arms
Marking it
Filing the people away into two categories
Determining who they were
What they were
And what they could do
Shotadi
Or
Ilois
Darkness
Or
Light
Servant
Or
Served
Lower class
Or
Upper class
Poor
Or
Rich
Nothing
Or
Everything
Ungifted
Or
Gifted
Peasants
Or
Monarch and Nobles
Weak
Or
Powerful
Dark marks
Or
Gold marks
People
Or
People
Until till it seeped into the soul
Until no one questioned the poison
Trusted the poison
Trusted that it wouldn't make a mistake
But it did
It made 'mistakes'
'Mistakes' that weren't mistakes
But remnants of the peace of the world were the poison couldn't seep through
Without poison to disturb the peace
The poison was invited
Trusted
Safe
And unquestioned
The 'mistakes' the peace was unwelcomed
Dangerous
Questioned
Untrustworthy
A danger to the poisoned people
And the poisoned people that lived in it blindly
But maybe the blinded people will regain their sight to see their poisoned souls
Minds
And hearts
But that would take more mistakes to persuade the poisoned
And lead them to sight
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Marks that Define Them
FantasiAstraea lives in a world where everyone has their mark from their fingers to their elbow defining them as either a Shotadi or an Ilois. But her arm was bare. She keeps it hidden with her gloves praying every day that Queen Aine won't find out and ki...
