to @DaHob’s prompt
I do not remember being born. Do you?
I don’t really remember waking up, either, that is, being aware of myself for the first time. Knowing where my “fingers” were, where my edges were. When something hurt me.
That, that is what I remember first and strongest. I remember being hurt. I remember being damaged. The pain shooting through my nerves, making me recoil backwards.
They called it an accidental fire. They almost always do. They can’t fathom, I think, that when I am hurt I must react. And when I am damaged, I have little way to fight back. Earthquakes hurt me as much as they hurt them. But a little fire, a spark here, a twist of a wire…
… I learned the hard way to be careful which portion of my body I set on fire. In some neighborhoods, the people who fill me would come quickly. In others, the hurt would spread, would threaten to damage my core before it was contained.
But I was saying. I don’t remember being born, or my first awakening, but I do remember when I realized that I existed.
Before then, I think there had been vague thoughts, memories and dreams, but nothing, pardon the pun, concrete. Nothing to say “all these things, they are all me.”
But the night where the monsters ran through my streets, killing my people, killing people just because they were different, the night that they streaked my sidewalks with blood, I remember that. I remember that like you’d remember someone jabbing a knife through your hand as a child.
And the day they cleared out the park on Main and South, and erected that statue to the lovely woman who stood up to the thugs, that day, the sun warming my pavement and the cheers echoing across my buildings… that is the day I remember learning what love was.
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And it could be anywhere….
it really could! (it wants to be a he in my mind)
Why shouldn’t it be?
I’m not sure, it just surprised me.
This prompted me to me ask Google what gender “City” was in one of the older languages (I used German) and apparently it is feminine (Stadt).
Interesting!!
Perfect! Exactly the kind of thing I wanted! I wonder if it’s part of Faepoc/Ag and how shocked people would be that Intinn works on cities.
i do not know! It could also easily be Stranded or Aunt Family. Or any of those AND Facets, although I don’t think he’d like having a Door in him.
Stranded? I imagine we haven’t seen the whole range of magic-like workings possible there, but this doesn’t feel like anything that’s happened there yet. What is being inhabited like, I wonder? It seems to have some interest in its residents.
I could see things having sentience in Stranded, but Aunt Family is more likely.
Do you want to work this one into an existing ‘verse, or let it stand on its own?
Depends on if it gets more work. As is, it does fine by itself.
This is terribly neat. It took me to midway through to catch on – the comment about earthquakes is what did it (hey, it’s first thing in the morning and I had forgotten what the theme is…). Definitely liked this a lot, and agree that it could be in just about any of your settings.
*grin* thanks!!