Cylus 5th, 717
The world of dreams twisted, crafting itself to shape its many dreamers. The form it took tonight was that of a city, not any city that could be named. It was a city that could be considered similar to many different cities, and yet it didn't stay in one form for long. Cobbled streets led to building after building, but the road seemed to twist and turn at odd angles never leading you quite where you wanted to go. Not only that but time and space almost seemed not to be functioning properly. People walked up and down the streets, faces were blurred out leaving nothing but the vague image of the person beneath. None of the people were familiar. Many of those walking up and down the streets had their arms linked, the happy smiles of happy couples could either be seen as utterly cute or utterly disgusting. It was hard to tell what season the city had been thrust into, sunlight fluttered down casting a lovely light over the world that had been crafted for the sake of the dreamer. The closest guess one could make was the weather reflected that of late Ashan. The buildings of the city seemed to reach up high into the sky. They were painted with gentle colors and seemed to glimmer. Little balls of light hung from them, magical things that would make even the night time bright and hospitable.
There was something dark that lurked in the shadows of the paradise. Creatures made of shadow slipped about, trying to avoid the touch of the light. They flowed through cracks in the cobble like tainted water where they would attach themselves to the people wandering the streets. The people touched by the shadowy vice would suddenly stop, if they were walking with another person they would suddenly turn to them and begin to curse, yell, and scream words of bitter hate. The person getting yelled at would cry and flee until a shadow got to them. Like that the beautiful town slowly started to decay, turning dark and into a city of hate. It wasn't shocking. The treatment some of these people had to undergo was something that Nightshade had to suffer through daily. The people in this city didn't notice the little half breed, she was sat across a wall of stone her body carefully pulled close. The deep green cloak covered her well, but it couldn't hide all of her. The unmistakable bulge of her wings decorated her back, feathers and a little bit of her leg peaked out at the bottom. In this city it was almost like she didn't exist, like she was more of a watcher. People paid no attention to her no matter how hard she tried to get it. But that was fine, she didn't want any attention. Most attention was bad attention when it came to the half breed.
Her heart ached slightly watching the happy couples. Who would ever want a creature like her? Monster, for all the beauty of her human half it couldn't change the fact she was still a monster. The half breed gave a hearty sigh putting her head against her knees which she pulled up to her chest. She relinquished herself to the knowledge that she was going to be alone, forever. "I wish someone would care about me," she whispered to herself quietly. She couldn't even claim to be cared about let alone loved. The people that loved her in the past had all been family, they had all died. If there were people who cared about her now, she was certain it was a lie. No one would want to be around someone like her. She beat her eyes a couple times before closing them against the bright and terrible reality that was her existence. When she opened them she looked back across the town only to see everyone now as miserable as she. A sickening feeling started to grow in the pit of her stomach. If she wasn't allowed to be the happy, at least everyone else should be. The sky became clouded over as it became reminiscent of the true season, Cylus. Snow began to flutter down as the glowing orbs attached to buildings were barely enough to keep the light.
Like always, there was nothing that she could do.