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Hope's Ending (reupload)
Refer to last post.
It was too much for him, in the end. The battles, the war, the… the… he collapsed.
There was light over there. That was the light of hope, he mused bitterly.
The power held by faith. The hand reaching out…
He didn’t know them. The girl on the ground. The boy and girl above her, surrounded ethereally. Like angels, while he, the sinner, was surrounded by the dirt on his hands and the rain in his eyes like tears.
He reached his hand out too. Take me with you. Please. Don’t leave me alone.
But no one came.
It fell back to the ground with a thud. The clouds above were torn in two. It felt like his heart was too.
There was nothing left for him here, but no one was here for him.
At least there aren’t any bodies. And wasn’t that a shame? No one would know these wielders. The only thing left of them were bloodless blades.
Silence in the wasteland. Nothing but his thoughts. This was not a place of honor. This was not a place that children should’ve fought and died for. (But. There’s no way he was a child anymore. His hands weren’t covered in blood but they should’ve been.)
Why. Why. If he screamed, no one would hear him. His throat would be sore and hoarse and then he’d eventually die from exhaustion.
He screamed anyways. His throat was raw.
That’s how Mulch found him. Still laying on the ground, wanting to waste away, only barely tilting his head when the sound of a key blade hitting the rocks.
We all worked together, hand in hand. All for the light. All for nothing.
“Let’s get out of here, Rune.”
Rune staggered up and got up by himself. That was the way it was. He’d get up himself.
Mulch simply stood there, watching Rune stand and cough.
“Where….?”
Anywhere but here. My keyblade still works. My sister is dead. I worked for nothing. We can go anywhere we want. Isn’t a friend what you wanted, Rune? Was it everything you always wanted and more? We have no home.
Ah. So Mulch was here too. Nothing left for him, and nothing left for them. An older brother with no sister and a younger child with no home.
So they both stood there, surrounded by nothing but the memories of a battle that only they witnessed.
It was too much for him, in the end. The battles, the war, the… the… he collapsed.
There was light over there. That was the light of hope, he mused bitterly.
The power held by faith. The hand reaching out…
He didn’t know them. The girl on the ground. The boy and girl above her, surrounded ethereally. Like angels, while he, the sinner, was surrounded by the dirt on his hands and the rain in his eyes like tears.
He reached his hand out too. Take me with you. Please. Don’t leave me alone.
But no one came.
It fell back to the ground with a thud. The clouds above were torn in two. It felt like his heart was too.
There was nothing left for him here, but no one was here for him.
At least there aren’t any bodies. And wasn’t that a shame? No one would know these wielders. The only thing left of them were bloodless blades.
Silence in the wasteland. Nothing but his thoughts. This was not a place of honor. This was not a place that children should’ve fought and died for. (But. There’s no way he was a child anymore. His hands weren’t covered in blood but they should’ve been.)
Why. Why. If he screamed, no one would hear him. His throat would be sore and hoarse and then he’d eventually die from exhaustion.
He screamed anyways. His throat was raw.
That’s how Mulch found him. Still laying on the ground, wanting to waste away, only barely tilting his head when the sound of a key blade hitting the rocks.
We all worked together, hand in hand. All for the light. All for nothing.
“Let’s get out of here, Rune.”
Rune staggered up and got up by himself. That was the way it was. He’d get up himself.
Mulch simply stood there, watching Rune stand and cough.
“Where….?”
Anywhere but here. My keyblade still works. My sister is dead. I worked for nothing. We can go anywhere we want. Isn’t a friend what you wanted, Rune? Was it everything you always wanted and more? We have no home.
Ah. So Mulch was here too. Nothing left for him, and nothing left for them. An older brother with no sister and a younger child with no home.
So they both stood there, surrounded by nothing but the memories of a battle that only they witnessed.