"Your wrath will be the weapon to end this war."

A friend suggested I just listen to music and draw what's in my head for it.

chose this song; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QICVggygL5E

and here we are

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I had always wondered whether things would be better; pondering the stars, watching them fall, and holding my breath for a chance of a wish. I was long dead, and I knew so like a habit. I sat in the memories of my life- my former home at it's highest status. Bustling with any miscellaneous life my imagination could rapidly make up. Some were close allies, others mere village folk. Night had fallen, and many were asleep. Unwilling to conform to the Azurian practice of shunning the sun myself, I did find comfort in the stars above my brow. I knew, somewhere in this distant memory, my father gazed upon the same sky. We were equal in a way, though both crippled by birth. I, the inability to hear. To balance. To care for my stance among the noble. The other, blind to his own retribution. Unable to handle death in his face, and ripping those apart who grazed too close to his teeth.

I had a brother- much less weary of the world by nature. Born full of sense and pride, as Azurians should. He and I bonded over a thrill of the fight; a plea to be like the noble warriors who guarded our home. Due to my deafness, that ideal fate was mere smoke. I had grown distant from him, as he went on to be appointed an apprentice to our local swordsman. I was delegated to insulting scribe work; hilarious given my circumstances. My father insisted that nobody is born senseless, and that perhaps I was a bad omen. I kept my mouth shut, carried on as best I could.

I grew so angry.

I started the blaze upon the blue- and all I can do now is gaze upon the stars.

Mourning the loss of one who wished my death until his last gasp.

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