Board Thread:World Map/@comment-24937485-20161129063822/@comment-24937485-20161203150124



Outside, upon the massive plateau of the King’s Mountain, Agnis was seen bearing such pride that large tear rolled down his powerful jaws; falling into the pool of water you are submerged in. As if by perfect timing, these tears broke through the illusion in the form of drops of light that fall upon each and every soul you hugged which is then turned back to their normal state.

More than that, just the act of you not retaliating against your father, but turning your back to the black and seeking out love caused change in even the people you didn’t hug, the bystanders who had fallen on that unfortunate night in the Fuma clan compound; the spirit of your gratitude alone enough to break the spell of death that kept them bound until now as they returned to their formed  selves.

Your mother now crying in your arms, as if her actual spirit was here in this vision, and she held you like she missed you more than life itself before slowly letting you go and smiling at you, running a hand through your hair and kissing your forehead. “There is one thing you have yet to do, my son.” She mused.

For Godric was still the same horrific monster who now cried out in a mix of agony and pain before rushing at your wounded body and aiming to grab your shoulder before throwing you back into the ‘ring’.

“IF YOU’RE NOT WORTHY OF MY LOVE, THEN HOW ARE YOU WORTHY OF THEIRS? WHAT MAKE YOU DESERVE ANY LOVE IF NOT YOUR FATHER’S OR YOUR OWN! IF YOU’RE NOTHING, THEN BE NOTHING, AND DIE IN SOLITUDE AND MISERY LIKE I DID WHEN YOUR BLADE FOUND MY FLESH AND BLOOD!”

Godric’s voice now sounded as distorted as he looked while his oddly functioning, tentacle like, limbs crawled their way towards you. The man turning into a monster more and more with each passing second as he once again rushed at you with an overhead strike seemingly aimed to bisect you from tip to toe.

The power of the swing was enough so that, unless stopped, it would completely decimate the surrounding area from the mere force of it. You would know that blocking such a strike was almost out of the question completely. But in that same moment you’d hear a familiar voice calling from the outside; Saphira.

Must to the amazement of all spectators, and the four greats who looked all but pleased except for Azura who looked proud, the young daughter of Azura and Agnis walked up to the pool of water and shouted. “Stop blaming yourself already you idiot! You can’t alone be responsible for all this hardship. You are and were still young and prone to many events that weren’t in your control! Stop blaming yourself, stop carrying the world on your shoulders already!”

She wanted to say more, but she caught the gaze of Agnis’s eyes who bore the same sadness as hers. The Red King felt the same way and wanted to voice it but it wasn’t his turn to speak, it was nobody’s turn except that of Keldran. This was why he drove Saphira back to her place with nothing but a stare and the authority of who he was. Saphira could but bow her head and retreat, tears marking the steps she took back.

Fazausta smirked as she whispered to Agnis in a taunting voice that’d make one’s blood boil. “Doesn’t this remind you of the last trueborn? Who fell to the same darkness of not being able to forgive himself and as such fell into such despair that he eventually became one of the greatest evils the worth had ever seen? Oh wait… you were quite fond of that one weren’t you?”.

Agnis looked ready to kill her on the spot but clenched his jaw and instead focused on the illusion above the pool of water to see what choices you would make, choices that would decide the destiny your future to come.