Post by Sadiq Adnan on Nov 11, 2011 3:15:00 GMT -5
Might change title if I can think of a better name. I saw all these pics of Turkey wearing his mask and a few without, and knowing about the earthquakes gave me the idea for this short fic. I hope its alright. If enough people like it here I'll put it on fanfiction.net. This is a rough draft.
My masked has cracked.
It’s not a huge crack, just a small one down the middle. It wouldn’t be visible to anyone who looks upon it, but I notice. How could I not, it is a part of me, something I look at every day.
Why has it cracked?
What could have caused it to crack? Certainly not the recent earthquakes. My nation has suffered earthquakes before and the most that has happened is my becoming weak and having wounds appear on the region that represents where the quake hit.
I have not told anyone this. The only thing that I have mentioned is that I’m feeling a little weak, but that’s all. No, that’s not right either, I told one other nation that my mask cracked. He has not responded yet so I do not know what he thinks about that fact.
Perhaps he will say it has finally cracked with age, this is the same mask I have worn since the Ottoman Empire after all.
But even then, I do not believe that is the reason.
Come to think of it, I don’t even remember why I even started wearing the mask. Maybe if I re-discovered why I started wearing the mask in the first place, I can find out why it cracked. If I can find out why it cracked, I can keep it from breaking into pieces.
I do not know why it is important, but I cannot let my mask break.
My masked has cracked.
It’s not a huge crack, just a small one down the middle. It wouldn’t be visible to anyone who looks upon it, but I notice. How could I not, it is a part of me, something I look at every day.
Why has it cracked?
What could have caused it to crack? Certainly not the recent earthquakes. My nation has suffered earthquakes before and the most that has happened is my becoming weak and having wounds appear on the region that represents where the quake hit.
I have not told anyone this. The only thing that I have mentioned is that I’m feeling a little weak, but that’s all. No, that’s not right either, I told one other nation that my mask cracked. He has not responded yet so I do not know what he thinks about that fact.
Perhaps he will say it has finally cracked with age, this is the same mask I have worn since the Ottoman Empire after all.
But even then, I do not believe that is the reason.
Come to think of it, I don’t even remember why I even started wearing the mask. Maybe if I re-discovered why I started wearing the mask in the first place, I can find out why it cracked. If I can find out why it cracked, I can keep it from breaking into pieces.
I do not know why it is important, but I cannot let my mask break.