All the glitters is not gold
The vast sands of the desert never felt so empty as they did today. Specks of the golden dust blew onto Sivir's leg as the wind swirled it around, in her lap she cradled something... however on this day it wasn't a precious jewel or a sack of coins she was counting, in her lap laid the body of a Shurimian child. She didn't realize what time it was, it seemed like only seconds ago it was daylight, now the cold moon shown over her and the destroyed village.
Sivir first stumbled upon the village hours ago, bustling with trade and people getting packed to leave and move out. The desert was a cruel place, and idleness was prayed upon. As she was purchasing a few things for her own travel, she felt the soft tug of her boot. Looking down she spied a child, no more then ten years old, his face dirty and clothes tattered, it was very easy to tell he had little in the ways of finances. He shuffled nervously as he looked at the woman before him before timidly speaking "I...If you could somehow spare a few coins... it would help my mother and I very-" Before he even finished a harsh "No" left Sivir's lips, Sivir always put self preservation first, the desert was no place for a hero. She further paid no mind to the child, not even bother to the see the crushing despair on his face as he sluggishly drug his feet back to his little hut and to his mother.
It wasn't long that Sivir stayed in this village, she left quickly... business and all however it wasn't long before she turned around to head back, she had forgotten one more thing she needed, however when she returned... the village was ransacked. The small huts of shops were destroyed, their valuables picked clean. Wagons were tipped over, and villagers laid scattered around the blood soaked sand. Her expression was stoic, this was nothing new to her... but something scratched in the back of her mind, she remembered the little Shurimian boy. She walked into the village, stepping around splintered wood and broken glass... the bodies of the villagers, their expressions lifeless and horrific, no doubt it was raiders who swept in and caused this.
It didn't take long before she located the boys small hut in the back of the village, she approached it and carefully lifted up the tattered cloth covering the entrance. She silently hoped to find it empty, but that was not the case. The boys body laid on top of his slain mother, their blood soaked into the desert sand beneath them. He died protecting the only thing he had left in this world.
That had to have been hours ago... it was mid-day when she returned. Sivir cradled the boy in her lap, she had already buried his mother. For the first time, she felt the stone around her heart crack. She felt a wetness run down her face, but it wasn't raining. She swallowed as the tears dripped like rain droplets onto his tattered clothing. It didn't take long to make the childs grave. She got to her knees, and placed a small sack of coin on the pile of sand she had made. She wiped her eyes "Damn it, Azir.." She mumbled softly. She then stood and left the village sight... for the first time in a long time, riches were not on her mind, and her once thought impenetrable heart, now had a few cracks that needed repair.
I don't know if anyone else remembers the sad Diana thread I made a while ago... but I used that as an exercise to ease my sadness. I'm doing the same with this.
I recently lost my job, my confidence shattered once again to the point where it's getting really difficult to pick up all the pieces. My recent posts and threads haven't been very constructive, mostly sounding like salty rage and stuff, but it's been hard to put thoughts into words these days. I've been struggling to be happy for about week now, but I can't seem to make myself feel better (League usually doesn't help..) So... I tried this once again.
To those of you who bother to read this all the way through, I thank you. It means a lot, and I hope everyone has a nice night.
-Undyne
