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Alone in a dying world, he stared at the dark sign looming in the sky like some form of decrepit eclipse which consumed whatever life was left like a void, and in the face of this, after all of the hardships and trials, all the friends and memories he’d lost, all he could do was laugh bitterly as the tears ran down his face.
His only real true companion who stuck with him through it all was his sword, a blade not meant for piercing or slashing but cutting. Its proficiency in lopping off the limbs of enemies was something that had saved him a myriad of times.
Slowly he began to remove his battered and scorched coverings
The head scarf came first, yanking it off his face, relishing in the feeling of air gently caressing his skin after being tightly bound by cloth for so long. Then came the armor that belonged to that of a man who had songs written about them, tales of a wandering knight and his travels, whose story ended with tragedy. That was the only real similarity between the two current and previous owners, because he would have no songs written for him, no melodies to remember the soul who let the flames fade.
In the end, he was a man, and would remain one until his own flame began to flicker, sputter, and die. Before dying, though, he wished for the chance to see the moon once again and bask in its soft light. The true moon, not an illusion like the one within Irthyll,
Too many deaths, too many tragedies had left an indelible mark on him, reflected in his dull brown eyes and gaunt cheeks, painting a tired man a hollow shell of what he used to be, quite literally; he barely remembered his name or his past, but he still craved to return to a world he only vaguely remembered to be reunited with blurry faces and voices which were barely above a whisper.
But the song they sang was loud and clear, and one he was more than willing to listen to.
Slowly, he shut his eyes, continuing to listen to the gentle melody as fatigue hit his body like never before, his vision fading as he was spirited away into the calm and gentle embrace of the void, finally put to rest.
But, as everyone knows, fate is a cruel mistress, and if luck were ever a lady, both were behaving quite unlady like, especially towards the poor and tired soul which was laid before them
“Hmmmm, Honestly didn’t expect him to survive” Fate said
“Weeeeell, I hate to say I told ya so but I told ya so” Luck chirped childishly
Fate groaned, dragging a hand down her face. She’d sent the man to a random world just to see what he would do, but as soon as she saw where he ended up, she immediately assumed he’d die or go insane, as dictated by the numerous paths she could see with only one actually working out, and he just so happened to stumble upon it. Her power was a fickle thing, similar to the way water acts. It can be solid and on a set path, but could easily shift into liquid and turn into multiple routes or streams. But it could just dissolve into pure chaos and destroy itself, scattered into the cosmic wind.
“You didn’t have anything to do with him making it out alive, right? "
"Nahh flipped a coin and it landed on heads. You didn’t have anything to do with that did you?"
“Guragughhhhh”
There was a lull of silence as they turned their attention back to the groaning soul
“So what are ya gonna do with the poor thing” She asked poking the soul with a finger
“Stop that, and honestly I don’t know theres no set path until we do something”
“How about we send him into another world except this time it isn’t y’know a steamin pile of shit”
“Urghhh I didn’t MEAN for that to happen it just kinda did” Fate said a light blush on her face embarrassed
“Right, right so what were you thinkin?”
“Hooow about…..”
“MHA?”