In my world? The last time it had happened was five hundred years before I got mine. So not common. Heard of, but before it had happened to me, I'd written it off as just another embellished tale in our history.
You see, my world used to be divided into two-- a sphere called Cocoon where people lived inside of it, supported by a fake sun, and the land down below, Gran Pulse. I was born in Cocoon and raised to believe that Pulse was hell and the humans living there were monsters and demons.
About five hundred years before my birth, there had been a war between Cocoon and Gran Pulse, and while Cocoon claimed itself the winner, it had sustained considerable damage to its shell that could not be fixed. We have creatures called the fal'Cie, which are completely beyond our comprehension, but they're powerful and one used to operate as Cocoon's fake sun. Even with their powers, the fal'Cie of Cocoon couldn't fix it.
Due to the war, practically everyone was afraid of Pulse, to the point that if a person from that land would enter our world, it would create mass panic in every city, and the city the Pulsian appears in would be evacuated and the people rounded up and prevented from leaving to avoid tainting the rest of Cocoon.
This happened to me and my mother. Word had gotten out that the city we were visiting had not a person but a fal'Cie from Pulse was hiding in it.
[Swallows a little. This one is difficult, now.]
We were rounded up and forced into trains and brought to the lowest part of Cocoon for the 'Purge', as our government called it, but some residents-- rebels, really-- of the city objected and fought back. In an attempt to get us home, my mother accompanied them and died.
[His narration of her death is woefully short for now, because he's remembering it, the same way he'd been remembering all those events for thirteen years.
He'll try to make it a little more descriptive though, if asked. Or if he can find the words to do so.]
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You see, my world used to be divided into two-- a sphere called Cocoon where people lived inside of it, supported by a fake sun, and the land down below, Gran Pulse. I was born in Cocoon and raised to believe that Pulse was hell and the humans living there were monsters and demons.
About five hundred years before my birth, there had been a war between Cocoon and Gran Pulse, and while Cocoon claimed itself the winner, it had sustained considerable damage to its shell that could not be fixed. We have creatures called the fal'Cie, which are completely beyond our comprehension, but they're powerful and one used to operate as Cocoon's fake sun. Even with their powers, the fal'Cie of Cocoon couldn't fix it.
Due to the war, practically everyone was afraid of Pulse, to the point that if a person from that land would enter our world, it would create mass panic in every city, and the city the Pulsian appears in would be evacuated and the people rounded up and prevented from leaving to avoid tainting the rest of Cocoon.
This happened to me and my mother. Word had gotten out that the city we were visiting had not a person but a fal'Cie from Pulse was hiding in it.
[Swallows a little. This one is difficult, now.]
We were rounded up and forced into trains and brought to the lowest part of Cocoon for the 'Purge', as our government called it, but some residents-- rebels, really-- of the city objected and fought back. In an attempt to get us home, my mother accompanied them and died.
[His narration of her death is woefully short for now, because he's remembering it, the same way he'd been remembering all those events for thirteen years.
He'll try to make it a little more descriptive though, if asked. Or if he can find the words to do so.]