07-25-2016, 06:57 PM
In the darkness of the night, two figures were slouched against the walls of a small bathroom. Through the ruinous streets the pair had scrambled, something primal, akin to fear and panic, having fueled their exhausted muscles.
Life, or death.
That was the choice they had been given, and life had won the draw. How long had they been here? The duo didn’t know, their sense of time shattered by the events that had transpired. Come to think of it, not a word had been spoken since stopping. Finally a shaky, quiet voice pierced the silence.
“She…. She’s dead. We chose the wrong one..”
As the voice cut through the exhausting silence the second figure lifted their head, perhaps intending to offer a response of some sort, before they were cut off.
“Worse than dead. She… She’s like them now. The odds were with us, weren’t they?! So why? Why?!” The tone broke, shattered like a beautiful wine glass upon stone, as a gloved hand sunk into the drywall. “Why does everyone keep disappearing from my life?” The continuation spoken in such a quiet voice that it slipped past the knight’s hearing, a solitary tear rolling down along the Fox’s fur, eventually disappearing somewhere within.
It was then that the knight finally spoke out. “She made the choice herself. Forced by the circumstance. It was not a choice she………. We. Made lightly. We all made it together. But we did not make it out of desire. We did not make it out of our free will. We made it because the circumstances forced our hand.” The knight paused for a moment.. “I am just sorry I could not fulfill her final wish. It is… It is a disgrace for me, as a knight.” Arturia slowly bit down upon her lower lip, as she lowered her gaze to the floor.
Her mind consisted of naught, but a small shard of anger lodged deep into her being. A sense of anger and resentment toward herself. She had sworn to protect Fiara. To protect Amber. To protect Jasmine. Jeremiah. Jessica. Jonah. Carmelita.
What good had her oath done? Her oath of protection had doomed them to death, each and every one of them. It always seemed to happen. Fiara, missing. Carmelita, wounded. She herself was fairly banged up, dents in her armour, the dress torn, bruises and cuts littering her body where the armour hadn’t protected her.
“What good is a King’s oath for, if that King cannot save those whom she swore to protect?” the knight muttered as her knuckles paled. She was as worthless as her oaths. As worthless as she had been to her country.
The silence settled, enveloping the despairing pair of heroes within its mysterious embrace. Eventually, exhaustion won as sleep took hold, nightmares littering their rest. The knight’s final beacon of consciousness thought was of justice.
Perhaps all this was her punishment for being the king whom could not understand the feelings of others. The king whom had been too perfect in her time of rule.
Much too soon were they torn from their restless slumber by each other’s distressed screams. Perhaps it had been the same dream they had shared, perhaps not. Sharing a knowing glance, their legs slowly winched them into standing position, as Arturia’s voice rang tired. “We must get those syringes somewhere to create a medicine. Such will not be found from within this town.” faint memory of what seemed long ago pushed within her mind, as she continued.
“Piecing together what little we have, Omnilium seems to be the reason for this.. And this place has an Omnilium mine, judging by some notes I found within the place I visited. There are escape pods somewhere there.. Apparently the shipments had stopped coming a while ago..” It was a long explanation, but a much needed one. They needed a plan of action, a new direction. Otherwise, they both would collapse and succumb to their despair. On some level, they both knew they needed to move, to push away their shattered hearts and the feelings of remorseless doubt and guilt.
“Sí. We must get them into the proper hands, or…” the officer’s hollow voice fell silent as the fate that could have awaited them lingered within her mind, before it was forced back into the darkest corner. “Wherever the escape pods are, there must be something more than just the pods there.. Perhaps a facility of some sort?”
Arturia offered a solitary nod of acknowledgement.
The team of thr-.. two didn’t have much to go on. Their plan was formed of naught but grasps of pathetic hopes and bits of information. But, they both knew it was time to get moving before the ghosts of their pasts could catch up.
Life, or death.
That was the choice they had been given, and life had won the draw. How long had they been here? The duo didn’t know, their sense of time shattered by the events that had transpired. Come to think of it, not a word had been spoken since stopping. Finally a shaky, quiet voice pierced the silence.
“She…. She’s dead. We chose the wrong one..”
As the voice cut through the exhausting silence the second figure lifted their head, perhaps intending to offer a response of some sort, before they were cut off.
“Worse than dead. She… She’s like them now. The odds were with us, weren’t they?! So why? Why?!” The tone broke, shattered like a beautiful wine glass upon stone, as a gloved hand sunk into the drywall. “Why does everyone keep disappearing from my life?” The continuation spoken in such a quiet voice that it slipped past the knight’s hearing, a solitary tear rolling down along the Fox’s fur, eventually disappearing somewhere within.
It was then that the knight finally spoke out. “She made the choice herself. Forced by the circumstance. It was not a choice she………. We. Made lightly. We all made it together. But we did not make it out of desire. We did not make it out of our free will. We made it because the circumstances forced our hand.” The knight paused for a moment.. “I am just sorry I could not fulfill her final wish. It is… It is a disgrace for me, as a knight.” Arturia slowly bit down upon her lower lip, as she lowered her gaze to the floor.
Her mind consisted of naught, but a small shard of anger lodged deep into her being. A sense of anger and resentment toward herself. She had sworn to protect Fiara. To protect Amber. To protect Jasmine. Jeremiah. Jessica. Jonah. Carmelita.
What good had her oath done? Her oath of protection had doomed them to death, each and every one of them. It always seemed to happen. Fiara, missing. Carmelita, wounded. She herself was fairly banged up, dents in her armour, the dress torn, bruises and cuts littering her body where the armour hadn’t protected her.
“What good is a King’s oath for, if that King cannot save those whom she swore to protect?” the knight muttered as her knuckles paled. She was as worthless as her oaths. As worthless as she had been to her country.
The silence settled, enveloping the despairing pair of heroes within its mysterious embrace. Eventually, exhaustion won as sleep took hold, nightmares littering their rest. The knight’s final beacon of consciousness thought was of justice.
Perhaps all this was her punishment for being the king whom could not understand the feelings of others. The king whom had been too perfect in her time of rule.
Much too soon were they torn from their restless slumber by each other’s distressed screams. Perhaps it had been the same dream they had shared, perhaps not. Sharing a knowing glance, their legs slowly winched them into standing position, as Arturia’s voice rang tired. “We must get those syringes somewhere to create a medicine. Such will not be found from within this town.” faint memory of what seemed long ago pushed within her mind, as she continued.
“Piecing together what little we have, Omnilium seems to be the reason for this.. And this place has an Omnilium mine, judging by some notes I found within the place I visited. There are escape pods somewhere there.. Apparently the shipments had stopped coming a while ago..” It was a long explanation, but a much needed one. They needed a plan of action, a new direction. Otherwise, they both would collapse and succumb to their despair. On some level, they both knew they needed to move, to push away their shattered hearts and the feelings of remorseless doubt and guilt.
“Sí. We must get them into the proper hands, or…” the officer’s hollow voice fell silent as the fate that could have awaited them lingered within her mind, before it was forced back into the darkest corner. “Wherever the escape pods are, there must be something more than just the pods there.. Perhaps a facility of some sort?”
Arturia offered a solitary nod of acknowledgement.
The team of thr-.. two didn’t have much to go on. Their plan was formed of naught but grasps of pathetic hopes and bits of information. But, they both knew it was time to get moving before the ghosts of their pasts could catch up.
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