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this was originally a twitter thread back in late october, but I feel like it might be neat to share here.
I love it when I'm inspired by amazing pieces of music, I've written lots of works with this method.
I have a rather...troubling piece of work to share, and only after reading it over did I think about linking this event with another!
Perhaps this piece takes place before the Empurress is captured by unknown assailants?
Content warning for mention of bodily fluids and main character going into a coma.
I'm likely gonna edit the piece later.
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"Birth of the royal heir was supposed to be a joyous occassion. Amidst tears, blood, sweat, amniotic fluids, everybody was supposed to gather round the hospital room.
But that never occured.
The hospital machinery beeped erratically, the walls, floor, ceiling shook...and crumbled.
She was too frail to do anything, and light faded from her drenched eyes.
Barely hanging onto the remaining threads of her life, the child wrapped in a towel was whisked away to safety.
The former Empress fell into a deep coma for many years.
Prince Ganthor, the newborn heir, and a few select others fled the crumbling empire, much to Ganthor's dismay.
On the start of the 10th year, a team of investigators excavated a peculiar sight. Encased in glasslike crystal was a large woman, catlike in stature.
The nethers of her gown are soaked in blood, but otherwise she seems at peace.
A strange power emanates from within this woman. it's warm like a sunny day, comforting like a soft blanket, and encouraging like a gentle push.
She has the power of light, and from it can birth life."
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I remember what was gonna happen next, which is where I was inspired by music.
Empurress, after being de-crystalized, immediately runs out despite being SEVERELY WEAKENED, and yells out into a wintery abode for Ganthor.
this is the music that inspired me! But sadly not the passage I shared.
I live in montana, and winters are INSANE. Nowayears, they fluctuate, thanks to global warming.
But I remember having to walk home in sheer cold and being miserable, in my school years.
and having to watch my step.
so if I bring my vision into fruition, I hope I can give the feeling of being weak and cold and desperate.
I!! Do not!! Like winter!! At all!!
You want it you come and get it, you know? Take it all.
so the plot I had in mind is, Empurress is unearthed by a group of excavators. Likely irken, those fuckers are everywhere. And since Empurress is a huge lady, standing at 10ft, you know, she looks like a big deal. A tallest.
may be irkens, may be another group of aliens entirely, havent decided.
Anyway, after waking up in being in a coma for a decade -- did you know you have to relearn a lot of stuff after you wake up from a coma? --
Empurress is severely weak.
She can barely stand, let alone walk, yet she gets the brilliant idea TO CHARGE OUTSIDE INTO A WINTERY LANDSCAPE WEARING NOTHING BUT HER HOSPITAL GOWN AND A SMALL SHAWL, AND SHOUT FOR GANTHOR.
Who by the way is still alive, and is raising Gracie (the child) with the help of comrades. But he's not closeby at all.
Ganthor, and those that survived the fall of the empire...are really, really far away. They;re probably not on Eden anymore.
-- the canonicity of my story idea is debatable, but I hope you enjoyed reading about part of my thought process when it comes to writing!
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