07-12-2021, 09:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-12-2021, 09:20 PM by Maksimum_Fire.)
PART 1
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At a construction site in northern Kysei, one of the self-proclaimed 'heroes' that brought down Cornelius rests, licking his wounds.
Almost deflated, he'd seem- As though unsure of where exactly to go, what exactly to do, now that his quarry had fallen. The end of an era. With nothing to distract him... His mind could only drift to the fallen.
Those true heroes- or villains, in some cases- who he admired deeply, who he'd sought to support, who he'd aspired to stand beside. Delusions of grandeur had carried him to where he truly walked alongside them- But now, he found himself as a last man standing, of sorts. When all the wings were cut off- Only he'd remain. Only he had escaped final judgment.
...One such man he mourned, throughout this week, had climbed from nothing- aimed for the same lofty heights that the Reaver had. And achieved them. He was inspired by that hero- No, that legend of Sigrogana, and done all he could to push him, to aid him along the way.
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Now... That man was lain in a casket. He who was left behind couldn't find anything poignant to say... Simply mourning the death, the loss, of such a man. With the sun's waning, so too did his energy... And he fell to sleep.
PART 2
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A few days later... He who was Left Behind awoke with a start, at the crack of dawn. Loud thuds were heard just nearby. He pulled himself together, grabbed his gun, and went to investigate.
...Everyone was safe. Nobody knew what'd happened. No assailant, or burglar seen. But, still nobody knew from whence the ruckus came. An unnerved feeling came over him as the Reaver began to search. He came to the casket his friend had recently lain in... And noticed a disturbance. The lid had shifted just slightly off. Could that have been the noise? He approached, staring into the coffin...
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The Reaver was struck with disbelief at what he saw. He brought a hand to his mouth... Mind racing. Even with all that he thought about, he could only utter two words...
At a construction site in northern Kysei, one of the self-proclaimed 'heroes' that brought down Cornelius rests, licking his wounds.
Almost deflated, he'd seem- As though unsure of where exactly to go, what exactly to do, now that his quarry had fallen. The end of an era. With nothing to distract him... His mind could only drift to the fallen.
Those true heroes- or villains, in some cases- who he admired deeply, who he'd sought to support, who he'd aspired to stand beside. Delusions of grandeur had carried him to where he truly walked alongside them- But now, he found himself as a last man standing, of sorts. When all the wings were cut off- Only he'd remain. Only he had escaped final judgment.
...One such man he mourned, throughout this week, had climbed from nothing- aimed for the same lofty heights that the Reaver had. And achieved them. He was inspired by that hero- No, that legend of Sigrogana, and done all he could to push him, to aid him along the way.
Now... That man was lain in a casket. He who was left behind couldn't find anything poignant to say... Simply mourning the death, the loss, of such a man. With the sun's waning, so too did his energy... And he fell to sleep.
PART 2
A few days later... He who was Left Behind awoke with a start, at the crack of dawn. Loud thuds were heard just nearby. He pulled himself together, grabbed his gun, and went to investigate.
...Everyone was safe. Nobody knew what'd happened. No assailant, or burglar seen. But, still nobody knew from whence the ruckus came. An unnerved feeling came over him as the Reaver began to search. He came to the casket his friend had recently lain in... And noticed a disturbance. The lid had shifted just slightly off. Could that have been the noise? He approached, staring into the coffin...
The Reaver was struck with disbelief at what he saw. He brought a hand to his mouth... Mind racing. Even with all that he thought about, he could only utter two words...
"....It's empty...."
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