#trevuswordtober

[eleonorpiteira]

9.

The world is dying.

Sometimes it cracks, and their homes crack with it. Gravity seems to forget itself in places. The closer you are to the earth, the higher the chance it will become your grave.

The Cataclysm had painted their sky pink, an injury that bled to this day, ever deeper, ever wider, ever stronger. It will, one day, swallow the world.

But only if they let it.

And they won’t.

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[eleonorpiteira]

Trevus-themed wordtober

So! This month of October, instead of doing inktober (though I still might do it, a few days, if inspiration strikes and I have time for it) I'm going to do 'wordtober'! (info here)

Now, I'm not a writer BUT I thought that it would be cool to take advantage of this event and write some snippets about Trevus (my personal project, if you’re not familiar with the name)!

I'll be using the #trevuswordtober tag, so please mute it if you're not interested in something that isn't illustrations and the like! Ooooorrrr, alternatively, tune in if you're interested!  👀

[eleonorpiteira]

2.

Somewhere, someone plays an instrument that sounds like water.

Eyes closed as she listens, Aurora could swear she could see yellow sunlight glittering in gentle waves. She knows it’s an ocean, but she doesn’t know how.

There are no oceans in Galátea, and the sun shines pink.

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[eleonorpiteira]

1.

In the Great Emptiness, the sand is a veil over the past of Aferah.

It is easy to be curious about what mysteries it covers, easy to become fascinated with the truths that it may be hiding, but the reality is that the glittering desert will sooner give you death than the answers you crave.

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[eleonorpiteira]

21.

They call her the Keeper of Souls behind her back.

It amuses her, that they think she speaks to the dead. She only listens to them.

Isn’t that the job of someone who studies history? To dive into the lives of dead people, forgotten cultures, buried knowledge? To look at it all, and see the pathways between certain events?

You need to look back to understand what is ahead. There are clues among the past, and only the dead know the answers.

Rhea Nix, the Keeper, was unafraid of ghosts.

And if the dead ever looked back at her, she was not the kind of person to look away.

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[eleonorpiteira]

7.

The world is dying.

The waters stole the sun from them. Stole the planet from them. The ground. The very earth.

The air will be their last theft, and at last, the ocean will swallow the world.

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[eleonorpiteira]

14.

It was tradition for the important figures of Galátea to have a title. An old tradition, older than they could really say, and even though they knew a great many things, they didn’t know everything.

Unsurprisingly perhaps, it was an ill fitting tradition.

A Diplomat, a Spark, a Strategist, a Keeper, among others. Old names for old things that made no sense anymore.

But sometimes, to survive, you must give new meanings to old things, make them yours again, in a different way.

A Strategist might not lead galactic wars, but their analytical brain might be needed to plan their salvation.

A Diplomat might not mean much when there’s so little people to rule, but that might change one day.

A Spark however...they had found mentions of it, of its importance, though little explanation of what it meant. That’s why no one took that title, not even to make it anew.

Certain things are not meant to be disturbed while they slumber.

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[eleonorpiteira]

20.

Syrah loved with abandon.

She loved the sun, the sands, the ruins, the Scar, the mystery. She cherished the world around her - adored the good, learned from the bad, appreciated the in-between - and she wished to learn it, so she could make it better, so it could reach its full potential.

Syrah had dreams made of stars.

Her curiosity knew no bounds, and Aferah the planet was full of secrets. She wanted to know them all, so she could love them as well.

She didn’t know it then, but Aferah loved her too.

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[eleonorpiteira]

22.

To survive, they must come together.

Two within fours, four of four, apart but as one. Like a puzzle.

Before the point of no return.

But how can you solve a puzzle that you don't even know exists?

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[eleonorpiteira]

4. Not much was known about the Ancients.

They had braved the mysterious paths of darkness and starlight. And they too had been erased by time, just like everything else.

But never completely.

Their Gift lives on,

T r e v u s.

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[eleonorpiteira]

8.

The world is dying.

It is made of sharp edges, glittering ice, and darkness. And so are they.

They remember the truth and they hold it close to their chest, full of anger and despair. But hope lingers also, underneath.

The cold will try to swallow the world, but their wrath will match its strength.

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[eleonorpiteira]

17.

In Galátea most things are beautiful.

Even the broken things, the forgotten things, the scars, the wounds of the world.

It would be easy to turn away from the truth of their dying planet, to let its beauty distract them from reality until it was too late.

Until it became nothing but a beautiful grave.

But the easiest things are often things to be wary of, and Lady Aurora, The Diplomat, looked at the beauty and saw the cracks in it. And she vowed to heal them.

That was the second step.

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23.

She used to be everywhere all at once.

All of of Trevus belonged to her, and she to it. She ran through Trevus’ veins and Trevus in turn, made her whole. A perfect symbiosis.

She only knew joy, wholeness.

Sometimes she walked besides the people. Other times she soared through the skies alongside the Skyraias, sometimes she even followed them to their ancestral home beneath the seas. Other times she was a he. A they. A it.

It did not matter, she was everything, was part of everything, and she delighted in it.

And when Trevus was wounded, broken apart, she too suffered a mortal injury. Suddenly she was alone and stuck. She saw it crumbling, bleeding, cracking, but she could do nothing. She was apart of herself.

And so she waited.

And she learned to become more of a person and what that meant. She evolved.

She waited.

And she discovered that before, so in love with the greatness that was Trevus, she had not paid enough attention to who lived in it. To the grandchildren of the Creators.

And she waited.

Because one day, Trevus would be whole again. And so would she.

One day there would be a Spark, and she had a promise to keep.

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[eleonorpiteira]

3.

She used to look up in awe at the mural.

Not much still exists above ground in Aferah. But this - a huge mural in one of the rocky formations near the city - was lovingly maintained by the community, even if it meant a colossal effort.

It’s the biggest piece of art in all of Aferah, they say proudly, right before adding, as it should be. Only the biggest and most beautiful things for Aferah the Woman, in all of Aferah The Planet, as it should be.

She was their saviour after all. Their God. Their Protector.

They had survived whatever had caused the Scarring because of her. They didn’t know much, but they knew that.

But in her most bitter moments, she wondered why Aferah had bothered. They were slowly being smothered by the sands. The scorching power of the sun was killing them slowly. Water was more scarce than ever - had it not been for the Tears, and they would have died long ago.

But even that will end one day.

A quick death then, versus a slow death now...was that what Aferah had saved them for?

But Zhaleh was a jaded woman nowadays.

Once, she had looked up in awe at the mural. It’s the biggest piece of art in all of Aferah, they say.

They are wrong.

. Inspired in this.

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[eleonorpiteira]

5.

Aferah The Woman

Aferah The God

Aferah The Spark

Aferah The Lover

Aferah The Destroyer of the World

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[eleonorpiteira]

10.

[part 1 of 2] [2]

Here on the day of her death, her mind was clear and her soul was heavy.

She would die here, in a phantom of the home she had been born in - a phantom of her own making, born of her mistakes.

Did it matter if those mistakes had been committed in desperation, from wanting to save rather than kill, or even if they had been, without the shadow of a doubt, the lesser evil? The consequences were real enough, the pain of the people as well.

Intention was important, but against real suffering, it was flimsy at best, worthless at worst. She might have spent the rest of her life trying to lessen the consequences of her actions, but it would never be enough.

She had done it. With her very hands.

Still, she didn’t know what else to do. Ultimately she was only...human. Dead and forgotten as that word might be. Humans, she knew, hadn’t been perfect. But they had tried.

Here at the end, she figured that sometimes it was the only thing you could do.

She had tried her hardest to correct her mistake, to give her people a fighting chance. It would never be enough, and death would be a fate kinder than she deserved.

But she had tried.

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