[Npc](Open ) A tale of the would be hero ( M )

[Centurion]

Deaspair. Rage. Sadness. Pain. Callium was lost in an empty world. He had no energy to fight, but he had no other passions. He had lost the few things in life that made it worth living. He had lived for family, until they were slaughtered. He had lived for vengeance, until he saw its emptiness. So he lived for Mia and the little girl he used to know all too well. Then she died, and Callium was left with nothing but war. All he could do was fight. In seconds, every bastion of hope, every glimmering flame of purpose had been snuffed out. He was alone. He felt everything. He felt nothing.
He didn't notice being whisked away. he didn't notice his bleeding wounds. He didn't notice Typhone's grief. If he had, perhaps he would have been more forgiving.

"You..." The warrior growled, struggling to his feet. "You brought a child into battle. You dragged her into a warzone she had not plae in, you killed her! You murdered her with your own indifference!"

Callium limped angrily closer to Typhone, coming close enough for the other man to see tears glistening behind Callium's visor.

"You killed my little girl! This is your fault! I trusted you with one thing, and not only failed spectacularly in that, but you then went on to kill the only thing in the world that made me live for tomorrow! Damn you, you heartless bastard! DAMN YOU!!"

Callium fell over, partially from his wounds and partially from the overwhelming amount of pain, frustration, and emotion. He lay there, tears intermingling with his blood, staining the sand crimson. He no longer had anything to live for, but death.