Nine Lives

[Gildarts]

This adventure in Camelot was over, and the Prime wanted to desperately see Molly, but it did not appear that going to Ambrosia was the best course of action. In fact, it didn’t seem like going ANYWHERE was the best course of action. Not in his current state. And yet, the Prime continued to move, motivated only by the worry some thought that innocent lives were at risk while he was around them.

The haggard man had to brace a palm against the building, which soon crumbled at his touch. Gildarts took a quick gulp before his stance withered into a bit of a hobble as he made his way through a small town, said to be the fastest way out of Camelot, and that the isolated route still had people scattered throughout. Neither were the best choice for his predicament, so he went straight and forward, the easiest direction he could follow in his shaking daze.

A striking pain flared in his abdomen before a sinking weight in his stomach nearly brought him to his knees. Gildarts picked up the pace a little, and slowly made his way through the town’s quaint sidewalks.

His heavy, agonized panting gained him some concerned onlookers before a few guards grew maliciously interested. “Stay back!” Gildarts warned, his eyes flashed with anger as the ground below him turned into shards of the rock and stone it had once been.

“Hey are you okay?” one armored soldier was drawn by the Prime’s shout and reached for the injured man, worried that the man’s life was in danger. A single crashing second was all it took for contact to be made with the Prime’s shoulder before a wave of death was released onto them all.

It first struck into the closest - no, not men, but buildings - they tore from the air and fell upon the streets, one by one, row by row, before the entire town was covered in rubble. It had sounded like an avalanche before the buildings ruptured to become one with the shaking ground. And then, silence. Its presence spoke of only death. No pained utterance, not a single crushed individual had survived. And one guard floating in the distance on a pegasus bore witness to the entire town’s complete and utter devastation.

The city had fallen, quite evidently, from within. And now, in its ashes, somehow unscathed, a single man - a Prime - stood alone in the wake of this disaster. The calamity he had caused made him feel sick, and he was startled to find despite the horrible tragedy that had he had caused, the overwhelming agony sourced in his abdomen was completely gone.

The chocking of his stomach, dissipated. And the need to keep his magic in that had swarmed in a torrent of destruction had now vanished with his purpose to create it. Now, he faced the aftermath.

An agonized cry and Gildarts fell to his knees, and pounded helplessly into the ground, but nothing would shake the pain away. Like once before, he had killed at least another hundred men.