Brisée

Broken

"Fight, and you may lose; fight not, and you already have lost"
Whoever said this probably never had to face a foe so formidable like a god, or close to it. Even though she tried, to fight with all her might. First her sword got ripped to its pieces, then her wings. She hit the ground with a mind-shattering force, and she thought it would break too. To swallow her remainders wholly, wipe her from the face of existence.
But no, here she lies like a discarded puppet, and pain and frustration forms a lump in her throat so think as to strangle her. She wants to cry out, maybe release all that torments her, but to no avail - she is not allowed to die.
Something is missing, something useful to change that. Small, yet important. So close, yet so out-of-reach as if it was located on the other side of the universe. What is it? what can it be that eludes her, did so for countless years? She wants to cry for help.

But there is no one around...







Initial comment by Anbessa

Kitsune Bothan © Amiral Aesir

Sketched the 26th April 2008. Watercolored the 28th April 2008.