>>149141230
We can make it anon,though here's a drabble
>Elyon's reign was absolute, a utopia
>But it was built upon the tortured fates of fallen guardians.
>Taranee was a unholy living inferno, her charred body perpetually aflame, fueling Meridian’s hearth.
>Hay Lin, fused into a monstrous biomechanical machine, trapped high above in Elyon’s flying fortress, desperately gasped air through synthetic lungs, forced to control the skies with every labored breath.
>Irma, a slave, connected by wires and tubes, constantly filtered impurities, her body bloated and disfigured, eyes unblinking in eternal agony.
>Cornelia, although less horrifying, was imprisoned within the Whisper Tree roots and vines embedded in her flesh.
>whispering life and growth into Meridian’s lands.
>Elyon visited occasionally, nostalgically affectionate yet indifferent
>But Will’s fate remained unspeakable.
>Queen Elyon herself remained unchanged by time, eternally youthful
>Yet her eyes were tired, deadened by years of monotony, at moments they warmed with a motherly, unsettling tenderness.
>Her moods swung unpredictably—she was either a madonna-like figure of optimism and understanding or a flippant, uncaring tyrant.
>In her private moments, she merely appeared bored, searching for any brief amusement.
>Now past Will, lays bewildered and frightened beside Elyon, unable to comprehend the sinister peace surrounding her.
>Elyon gently toyed with the younger Will’s hair, her eyes vacant yet oddly tender.
>"Oh, it's so good to see you again, Will," Elyon murmured softly, smiling gently. "I lost my old one."
>Past Will trembled, eyes wide with horror and confusion. "W-what happened to me... here?"
>Elyon’s smile grew distant yet perversely kind. "Oh, Will," she sighed softly, brushing her fingers through the girl’s hair, "that’s a tale unfit for such a young girl."
>The fragmented moonlight illuminated their reunion, serene yet infinitely chilling beneath Elyon’s oppressive utopia.
