RIP Story: Sept 24th, 2024
Her long journey had been capped by the most beautiful sunset she’d seen since it all started. Although here and now were not the end of her story, this moment was the first time in 3 years she had a moment to take the time and let her mind rest. The beauty in front of her inspired, the warm colors of orange, yellow and red felt like a blanket that would have been useful when she was cold and abandoned in the south. The colors were almost beautiful enough to make her forget what was physically behind her.
The years since her mother’s death left their lands open to the rule of those who would exploit. It wasn’t until she was old enough to ask a question that she was hidden away inside the walls of her family home. A home surrounded by guards. She considered them to be wardens. She had the freedom to walk through the house but as she got older, she asked about the people walking in the streets. Their carts went from being pulled by horses, to pushed by the fathers, then the boys, until the carts were gone, and people carried what they could by hand.
“Where did the fathers go?” she asked one day. This was the cause for the curtains to be pulled and moved the guards inside the house. Some of the townsfolk noticed, but they were struggling enough on their own. The business of the Maesters was their own. Survival had no time for a big house nor the people inside.
The day she snuck outside for fresh air was the day she was exiled to the south. “I’d kill you here if it was up to me,” the soldier said as he kicked her off the wagon. They’d been travelling south for weeks when the driver stopped the cart in the middle of nowhere. The soldier who had spent the entire trip staring at her, threatened her, told her to not bother coming back or she would “be killed the moment you set foot on the Maester’s land.”
She stood now, looking at the Sun set on the Maester’s chapter for her people. The Maester lay dead in the house she was imprisoned. The soldiers had run off when the townsfolk stabbed one of the disarmed guards.
Tomorrow would be a new day. Tomorrow would be the start of a new chapter in the life of a girl taken from her home, and the for the townspeople who helped her find her way back.
Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow.
EPILOGUE: Meh, I wanted to write something about the end of a long journey and make hints at what it took to get back to this moment in time. I ran out of time and had to rush through the end. It ends up feeling vaguer than would be acceptable, but this is a 30 min random image post, so I cut myself slack. The image is lovely and deserves more story than I can currently provide in 30 min of thought. That’s ok, I’ll see you next time.
