I’m So Excited For OPLA Season 2 Y’all Don’t Even Know, I’m Jittery And I Can’t Sleep AGHHHHHHH

I’m so excited for OPLA season 2 y’all don’t even know, I’m jittery and I can’t sleep AGHHHHHHH

This is a sneak peek for a fic I'm writing lol

Plot: It's just Mulan (1998) but with some story and character changes. Yuu/MC is Mulan and so on and so on. I haven't fully figured out who would be Shang in this but I know it's between Silver and Sebek as Malleus is the Emperor in this fic. Anyway, enough of my ramblings...

For Honor

Prologue

Splat

The guard notices the ink dripping down the walls, ink so dark you could see your reflection in it. If you are a fool, you wouldn’t think twice about it.

“Help” he yells alerting the others standing watch.

“We’re under attack!” Suddenly a rush of ink came crashing down and tried to drown the watchmen. In their dying breaths, they lit fires alerting the land that they were now here.

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.