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It was so sudden. I could not find her anymore. There was no trace of her, no longer did her scent linger in the air, no longer could I hear her smug laughter. The irritation and annoyance she would cause upon her entry could not be felt, for no longer was she here. Meridium has disappeared.
"Leave her." Ordered Telamon, "She serves no purpose to Robloxia." And thus, everyone stopped their search, and went back to their normal tasks. I obeyed, of course, I shan't disappoint Telamon, but still a tingle in my brain lurked, the weighing pressure of anxiety engulfing my mind in fear. Even as I went back to work, I couldn't get Merd off my conscience.
She was my everything, Meridium that girl. Whenever I was bored, with no one to entertain myself with, I always went to her. She made me feel secure, happy, like I had hope in this miserable existence. I would caress my fingers past her thin, coily hair. Her mischief and rebellion was a breath of fresh air, and I'd gladly embrace it whenever Telamon wasn't around. She was a joy to be around, even through pain and peace. She was a bright ray of light shining down on me in a dark, isolated room, letting my own body bathe in her comfort. Now, without her, all I have is despair nibbling bits of my mind away, I shall continue living a dull existence without her, my physical form a mere reminder of the false faith of the future that could have been, my nights no longer of intimacy but of the same as my days with the rest of the swords are.
"Septen. You've done horrible today." I looked up in shock and in somewhat relief. Darkheart stared down at me with a frown on her face. I hated that face of nagging disappointment she possessed. The bellow of her commands, piercing my eardrums. We are the same age, but she treats me like a child, like a subordinate second to her, an inferior, I hated being inferior. Everyone looks up to her like brainwashed cultists, and she thinks she's better than everyone just because of her damage, egotistical bastard. Being around her is a pain, when all the swords all scramble to her to praise her as she oh so very deserves, meanwhile ignoring me, ditching me in a corner like I don't even exist, out of their conscience.
"I know. It's just that Mer-"
"Septen. Venomshank's disappearance was tragic, but you still have to train. You're a valuable member of the team, you're highly skilled and your knockback ability is a lifesaver, you're a useful support when we're fighting the viruses. Venomshank on the other hand... she's useless. She's a damaged product, and she doesn't even bother with training, when we're on our missions all she does is pitifully dodging the viruses. Like Telamon said, she serves no purpose in the safety of Robloxia and will thus not be missed."
Great. Helpful indeed. I guess I have no one else to turn to. I will spend my days in envy and boredom, surrounded by my pathetic, lowly swords. Merd was an exception. With her gone, what am I to do now? No. Merd will not not be missed, I'll ensure that. I'll walk to the ends of the earth just to find her. I'll look at every crevice, any gap. Meridium will be found.