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A quiet vigil held upon Singing Shards.
Another lost soul,
Tristan.
Returned to the sea,
A wish for him to find peace.
Victim to his own past,
Tempted by forbidden power,
Consumed by revenge.
Ended by the hand of his own ultimate weapon.
Former Brass Blade,
Off to fight the Primal Ifrit.
A battle doomed from the start.
A brother lost to the tempered flames.
Ended by his own hand.
Fate too cruel and twisted to ever be revealed.
How long did he suffer in silence?
How long did he agonize over guilt?
How long did he hesitate before indulging in the most forbidden of fruits?
Elder primal– Belias,
Cloaked in hellfire,
Rancor set ablaze.
He who becometh that which he loathes most.
A Warrior of Light,
A new aged Summoner,
Bearer of the Soul Crystal.
Egi of each element stronger than the last.
Rather than accept defeat.
Rather than be consumed by this false god.
Rather than allow this being of light and good to stain their own hands.
It began in the fires of Ifrit,
So must it end.
Kahedin grant him forgiveness.
May he find peace upon the aetherial sea.
Flow home from the fires of hate.
Return again from the ashes and live a life of love.