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Steps to a God - One Last Fight

In the short span of twenty-five years, Cervato had traveled to many wondrous places within Tyria. Though she reminded herself that Ibrahim had actually meant they would have to go beyond their own world to fight the terrible God-King, Apophis. The Elonian was part of an old order meant to protect and guard the Sanctuary as their ancestors had after trapping Apophis in the Underworld realm at the cost of their lives. In her eyes, she saw how sure he was that they would succeed, though her own doubts coupled with Fijit and Graham still persisted. Though, if they waited any longer, they faced the wrath of Apophis in the crystal desert at full strength. Who knew what would occur, as they had already witnessed his destructive capabilities within the Sanctuary, which Ibrahim clearly conveyed that Apophis was still greatly weakened from the centuries old shackles he was bound by. If Apophis was allowed into their world, he would wreak havoc and devastation across the land. Perhaps he would clash against Palawa Joko’s Awakened armies, or even obliterate Balthazar’s Forged numbers, but Cervato clearly saw the threat to the innocent present. They would have nowhere to run.

The Accord would head through the mysterious portal into the Underworld to face the Scourge of the Sand.

As the sky exhibited the painful scar torn through it overhead in the night’s sky, Cervato secured the Redeemer sword to her back then followed the rest of the guild. They ventured through the crumbled tunnels that lay beneath the ruins of the Sanctuary until they found the device that would open the gate. It would only remain open as long as there was someone to operate the device present, and thankfully there was no indication that Apophis knew about this portal.

A number of Accord guild members, along with Ibrahim and his Order entered the portal, determined to succeed. However, as soon as they exited, they would feel the overwhelming chill that permeated any layer of clothing. Kurai kept close to Cervato, and she did her best to conjure her abilities to keep herself and him warm as they descended the stone tunnels. Eventually, the small army found themselves near a river. Magic ran through its depths along with muddled objects that Cervato could not quite place until she heard one of Ibrahim’s Order gasp. Turning her head, she watched the young Elonian man fall over onto his side, his hand touching the flowing river. Death had taken him instantly, and they quickly realized the river was not filled with water at all, but with the souls of the dead, trapped by Apophis in this realm.

They continued together, until finally, they had come across a stone construct. Several people spoke through it, their voices unified as it inspected them with glowing eyes. They were a servant of Apophis, who demanded they hand their lives over to their King. The group immediately began to fight back. Quickly, Otis, Aeleth, and Meli determined that the construct was being powered by the souls within the river, so they worked to dispatch the connections between the Servant and its power source. Meanwhile, the rest continued to hold out against the Servant’s powerful blows. Eventually, its links were broken, and the Construct began to explode. Cervato was near its epicenter, unable to run far enough in time when suddenly she felt her entire world painfully smash together then pull apart. The rumbling explosion sounding distant in her ears, and Kurai’s form forced against hers behind a barricading wall. She both loved and loathed shadow magic as she tried to compose herself less she vomit from the experience.
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A path formed ahead for them, revealing the desolate ruins in the center of a valley of sand. The group of roughly thirty looked on in dismay as they realized that Apophis’ army outnumbered them by hundreds. Even with all the magic at their disposal, there was no doubt they would all succumb to the enemy. Their forces were already alert; warriors of sand began to ascend the desert valley hills to inspect the pluming clouds of smoke as a result of the explosion. They were spotted. They had minutes to pray before they met their fate.

Exhausted, Cervato watched the opposing army rush towards them. Even here, her mind was screaming at her to push forward. Next, it surged forth to order their retreat. Desperately, she thought to sacrifice herself in some vain attempt to give them enough time to escape. She drowned out the arguments of others as she fought within herself. Coming to the same conclusion over and over.

Nothing.

There was nothing they could do.

They would all perish.

The thundering horde of sand warriors was now pressing, as she looked upon their steadfast approach. A hand clasped her shoulder, to which she turned her gaze to a comrade for the last time. The vibrant light that shone about their form was warm and comforting as the figure moved ahead. Others also shining within a holy light joined them, preparing their weapons, shouting out silently in joy for the battle that was to begin.

Spirits. Souls. These were the people that Apophis had trapped in the Underworld. They were set free. Cervato felt her heart beat fast, as she saw his defined form stand before the group. Save for the glowing embodiment before them, Logan appeared just the same. They couldn’t hear his voice, but saw his smile as he held up a fist to the sky. The man’s lips clearly saying a simple phrase.

One.

Last.

Fight.

Cervato felt invigorated. They were not alone. Logan was here. Logan was leading them into battle. He and so many others had given her the small glimmer of hope that they would still succeed. Lifting the Redeemer in her hands, she cried out to the group to charge forward. It was met with the cheers of others as they too felt the surge of power ignite inside themselves.

Together, they rushed forward to clash against the oncoming wave of foes. All she could remember was feeling each heart beat, the pain in her lungs as she took in another choking breath, and the sting of another’s blade slicing along her right forearm. How magnificent it felt to crush an adversary with the imbued claymore within her grasp. Eventually, they entered the central ruins, and save for some superficial injuries, they all were alive. The spirits were left behind, continuing the war outside as the Accord rushed deeper to find the God-King.

Apophis had been waiting for them, only a small amount of surprise discernible on his visage as the Accord felt they finally had the weakened Scourge cornered. However, even with half his strength, the being began to assert himself as clearly superior. A wave of necrotic magic surged forth, poisoning the air and chilling them to the bone. A dark sinister laugh sounded as he repelled their attacks, deflecting blades, erasing spells, then sending scarabs to bite their skin, trying to devour them. Some of their number fell victim to the attacks, their bodies’ quickly growing cold as they succumbed to death. Pain wracked Cervato’s form as she watched the others also struggle until other members of the Accord began to launch their counteroffensive. The group began to overpower the God-King, landing successful hit after hit, damaging their body. They felt they were nearly about to succeed when the God-King’s spirit shattered its physical form, pushing them all back. As they tried to attack it again, they quickly realized no physical attack could hope to fight it, Cervato’s own blade merely sweeping through the disembodied spirit.

As the Commander looked upon Apophis, she soon understood that their battle was pointless. Why was she even trying to defeat them in the first place? Logan had been given a gift by falling to the God-King, he no longer had to suffer and continue existing in this terrible world. In her peripheral vision, she saw each of her comrades understanding the very same thing. Wasn’t death ultimately the best option? And how many years had she been delaying the inevitable, trying to convince herself that she had something left to fight for.

The sound of a pistol being cocked into place occurred behind her. A choking sob released nearby. All of them were in agreement. Anxious, Cervato brought up her gauntleted hand to run along her throat. Fingers brushed over the faint scar. Zarek had watched her fail the last time she had meant to take her life upon the Overlook. Back then, it had been for duty. Now, it was from pure fixation that she needed to end her life here and now. Desperately, she found the dagger hidden in her boot, hand shaking in ecstasy as she realized soon she would be free. Soon she would never have to feel pain again…

Aeleth’s grip dug hard into her forearm. The elementalist medic and her friend appeared to have pain etched into his features as he struggled against what was fighting them all from within. “No…” His voice was clear as he looked to her. Then Annishtari’s mighty voice sounded above the others in defiance. Llyonel’s fury rose next, shouting at Apophis. Kurai’s hand firmly took hold of hers. Cervato’s voice now joined the rest. They would not submit. They would not give in.

As Apophis began to cast his spell again to silence the Accord, the allied spirits returned in full force. Their ethereal bodies slammed into Apophis one after the other, Logan among them, until the God-King was entirely covered in their magic, blinding to the Accord’s eyes. Eventually, when the light faded, Apophis was gone and with it the army he commanded. The spirits were congratulating each other before dissipating from their sight. They were finally free to go to the Mists.

Cervato pushed herself to stand, looking past the relieved and celebratory faces of the Tyrian Accord and the Order. She found Logan among the other departing spirits in the distance. Her eyes holding his for the briefest moment.

“Thank you.” Cervato told him.

With a smile and nod, Logan departed as well, to head to the Hall of Heroes.

The Tyrian Accord had just claimed their greatest victory to date.
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The Tale of Drago


She recalled the glowing red light of the laboratory. The compressing feeling of her body passing through a rift. Every single time Kurai was called to the Mists and she ventured with him, it always felt the same before they appeared in that bizarre plane. Expansive and yet remote. Beautiful but haunting. Still, it was Kurai's purpose to track down the figure who had journeyed through the Mists to destroy their world.

However, when Drago's voice sounded from beneath that masked visage, his form covered in armor, it chilled her to the core. How could the supposed Mistwarden that had one day fallen through a rift into the Accord's library be the enemy? A foreigner, Drago was a mysterious anomaly in Cervato's world, who she had promised to help him find his lost comrades before he returned home to his Empress. He had protected her from that beast that followed him from the Mists, visited her in the medical ward, and updated her on his progress towards his goal.

Yet now he stood before her and Kurai, prepared to wreak havoc unknown. For what? Kurai's knowledge of Drago surprised her, as she stood there watching someone she thought was merely lost, claim they would destroy everything. Cervato swallowed back her emotions. Even now, she did not wish to fight him. But duty and honor forced her to act.

Together, Kurai and Cervato rushed towards the armored figure, who was already drawing two swords to engage in combat with the pair. The metal twang of metal scraping against metal sounded as Kurai's kamas and Cervato's swords clashed with Drago's. She engaged with Drago head on, sweeping her blade up as she tried to disarm him of one sword. Meanwhile, Kurai shadowstepped behind the enemy, attempting to catch Drago off guard, however both attacks failed, as a swift kick delivered to Kurai sent him sprawling backwards, and Drago's expert level swordplay out maneuvered Cervato clearly, a deep laceration sliced across her right forearm, sending her sword clattering to the stone floor. The Mistwarden's expression was hidden behind his helm, but surely he felt some kind of victory as he began to bring his sword down atop Cervato.

As if an explosion went off, Cervato was immediately thrown back by the impact Kurai suddenly made against Drago. Abyss flames surrounded Kurai's form, cloaking him entirely like armor, his body a whirlwind as one kama parried Drago's sword strike, the other instantly jutting forward to hook along Drago's wrist and yank it's blade into the crevice between his armor, causing a deep cut to his adversary. However, Drago did not relent, using his other sword to strike at Kurai, sending him back again. One of Kurai's kamas caught a chain necklace about Drago's neck that revealed itself, cutting it easily, sending the trinket flying towards the edge of the platform. Enraged, Drago launched forward, Kurai falling on his back as Drago was atop of him. Cervato felt her heart squeeze painfully, she was pushing her body too far already, she could feel it.

Then Drago's sword came down, depositing itself into Kurai's abdomen. The scream of pain from Kurai sounded as he swung his kama up towards Drago's head, knocking the helm off of their enemy. Cervato felt as if time had slowed, her eyes watching Kurai's blood pooling in the wound as Drago's sword was left behind in him, causing another groan of pain from her lover. Drago turned towards her next, face fully revealed for the first time, as he prepared to come for her.

A doppelganger. What sort of cruel magic was this? Cervato never could fathom how Kurai's beautiful golden gaze could ever look so cruel as they looked upon her. But it wasn't Kurai. It was Drago.

In that instant, her vision darted back to Kurai. How familiar. This scene. "No..." She murmured aloud. Before her anger spiked. Fear spreading like a disease through her body. That magic barely contained exploded around her entire form. Cervato had never witnessed such a transformation before, but it felt all too familiar as her body was immolated in flames before launching itself towards Drago. Was she in control, or was something else? That ever consuming anger wanted Drago dead. But did she? Her mind was fighting against itself as she slammed into his armored form.

"You will not defeat me! I will return!" He shouted at her, as his lone sword moved to intercept her, his body shifting back towards the edge of the platform they stood upon in the Mists.

Where were her weapons? Elongated claws forged from fire moved in to try and grasp Drago's throat instead when she tried to bring up her arm to block. Drago's sword blocked the attack and attempted to stab into her form. Pain. Searing. Hot. Every time he cut she cried out in pain. "You will not best my rage!" He declared as he continued to assault her.

Tears. She was crying from pain. The pain of realizing Kurai was lying on the ground dying. That she wasn't able to control her own actions. Was she a monster now? The tears hissed bursting into steam that suddenly released from her entire form, burning Drago's visage terribly. He howled in pain before slamming his armored grasp and tried to choke her, throwing her to the ground. Her hands tried to loosen his grasp, burning through his armor, trying to free herself as she begged him to stop but her words never formed.

Drago's left hand brought up his sword, shaking slightly as he prepared to finish her struggling form beneath his. Then, a sudden bang was heard, and blood rapidly began falling from his right eye. He'd been shot in the head. Kurai, in a kneeling position, had fired his pistol at Drago.

The sudden realization quickly passed across Drago's visage. Before dropping his sword. His left hand outstretched towards Cervato before his body fell backwards over the edge of the platform to the eternal depths below.

A billowing cloud of smoke and ash surrounded her, before her bruised and bleeding form was all that remained of the encounter. Kurai at her side, clutching his stomach where the wound had been. He'd been quick to reveal a flask as she fretted over his wound, afraid he would bleed out, drinking from it, the magical concoction assisting in the healing process so that it was no longer a fatal wound.

They remained there for a moment longer, glad that they had survived. But before they left that realm, Cervato had plucked up Drago's locket. Inside, was a portrait of a woman. A warm smirk on her lips and tender gaze held to the one who viewed the photo. Raven tresses pulled back elegantly into a bun and the same beauty mark beneath her right eye.

"Drago..." She whispered to herself, before closing the locket. It would be added to her collection of trinkets within her quarters. A reminder of the man who had been delivered to them from the Mists.


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Fleeting moments in time hung heavy in the air. Meli's disappearance and her refusal to reveal who had brought her harm, but somehow it involved the mesmer's mysterious mentor, Aiden. Kurai's desperate attempts to find anything that would keep Cervato's heart from imploding on itself, the thread of her life preparing to be cut. The birth of their son, Ryuuzaki Rirak Zenos, the healthy infant crying to the world announcing his arrival. Cervato's own heart breaking literally before Graham and Fijit's eyes as they did everything they could to stabilize her. Arvanna's visit within her medic ward room, asking her to be the Godmother of her child for she trusted her more than anyone else. They came and went like the shifting sands of the desert dunes scattering to the winds around the Sanctuary.

There was no time. The woman's heart barely keeping it together after the efforts of her friends and loved ones. So she went with them to the strange isle in the southern waters, Istan. To put a stop to the pirates that had been threatening the poor merchants endorsing trade between the Free City and Lion's Arch. There she found a recipe for a rare elixir, where she worked tirelessly in the spare moments they had when they were not hunting the pirates. To find the ingredients. To craft this draught that potentially could save her own life. What she would give to ensure that Zen would be able to enjoy his life alongside his father and mother. To keep Kurai from mourning another lost soul like his dear Nika. To stay by her friend's sides as long as she could.

In that final battle against the mutinous First Mate, history was repeating itself. A powerful young man with blonde hair being skewered through the chest by the enemy. Saromire's image replaced Drake's for a split second, a clawed tendril now claiming his life instead of the column of earth, yet the screams of those witnessing their Luminary falling to the ground from the mortal wound, those sounded the same.

But this was not Saromire. This was not Godslost Swamp. This was not the ill-fated day two years prior where her entire world crumbled. They ran to Drake's side, Kihrae and herself using whatever scraps of cloth they had to stop the man from bleeding out. Korrine and Sniven working tirelessly to keep Drake's body alive as he quickly succumbed to unconsciousness.

The elixir Cervato had spent weeks searching and crafting. That'd she and others had no doubt risked their lives over. Revealing the vial, she forced what she could into his mouth. Her mind praying that this would work. Praying that the recipe had been genuine. That she would save Drake's family from the same pain she had felt long ago.

Time seemed to slow so much. Had she failed yet again? Unable to help another person who had given so much for her?

Then, color returned to Drake's skin, his breathing less strained, and the magics of their medically qualified guildmates were starting to be effective as they healed the man and stabilized him. Drake would live. His weakened gaze opened up to find them all surrounding him, cheering and praising that he was still with them. Overcome with emotion, Cervato wiped tears away, realizing how close she had been to breaking down once more.

Everything would be alright. They would return home. They would be safe once more.

For now.

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The hem of the teal skirt brushed across her knees as she lifted herself on tiptoe to hold the dark wooden frame against the wall. Sienna eyes were lost in a memory, gazing upon the family portrait of a stern father, his arm wrapped about the waist of an intelligent mother, and between them in their arms was a young girl staring back at the painter with curiosity.

Then, calloused hands appeared overhead, faded ink standing out along the tanned skin, as they pressed a nail into the wall and a few quick taps of a hammer secured the portrait in place. "There we go." A buoyant tone murmured behind her before she felt his lips pressed into her raven hair. He was quick to move on to the next task, steadfast in the work to make this place feel like home. She couldn't help but turn to watch him briefly, Cervato still couldn't shake that feeling of love in it's infancy. Not yet. She prayed not ever. Kurai had lifted another small crate and was beginning to move it to the kitchen when he saw her staring, and the Captain flashed his smile before moving on.

It felt surreal. A home to share with loved ones. Cervato moved on to the next portrait, though her mind drifted to far off memories.

Ti'lay's annoyed look, one of her favorites. Deronjur's sweet and tender smile when he found Cervato had done something adorable. Atreyu's quiet stare, that felt overwhelming and sent her heart soaring. Zarek's laughter, especially because she had been tickling him. Kari's groaning from when Cervato had said a terrible joke. Van's admonishment, especially when she particularly deserved it. Arvanna's smile, one of the most beautiful sights she had ever known. Saromire's hesitance, just like her own, when they both knew they needed to say something. Ainmyr's wisdom when he imparted it upon her without even asking. Emilie's generosity, even when Cervato knew she hadn't deserved it. Mandel's teasing, despite it driving her insane. Elijah's humming, the melody beautiful enough to drift asleep too. Graham's tactful words, even when she felt ashamed. Fijit's kindness, knowing no true bounds when Cervato truly needed it.

Images of people passed through her mind and heart. Some she hadn't seen in years, some already gone to the Mists, and some who had gone their own path. The frame in her hands slipped, but she caught it before it fell to the wooden floor. A small portrait of Maria, her sister. Lost. Who knew where she was? Tears already brimming within her eyes from reminiscing, she set the portrait down back within the box, unable to look upon it for much longer.

Cervato shielded her expression from sight behind her palms, lips taking a few deep breaths to calm her heart and the thoughts fighting to the front of her mind. A gentle tug upon a lock of her hair brought her back to the present, and turning slowly, she found Zen in Kurai's arms, his small hand wrapped about a strand. The tears were nearly gone as she giggled slightly and moved to take her son from his father.

"I'm glad you're both here." She noted with a warm smile.


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It was weeks before the upcoming ceremony in Lion's Arch. In order to reduce her own anxiety, she'd taken to training. Yet her thoughts still crept forward until she found herself staring at the smiling ink stained burlap sack face of a combat training dummy for several minutes.

And in times like this, she needed to regain her focus. How many people had tried to teach her to meditate? Kurai even spent time doing so while she did paperwork for the guild. However, she lacked focus and lost herself to reminiscing on the past.

A hurricane of thoughts, and barely a moment to stand within the eye of clarity.

The metal canteen was emptied quickly after she completed the last set of push-ups that morning. Cervato dragged herself to a shady spot beneath a tree further away from the training yard. It was here she would try to relax. Yet, something remained on her mind and she couldn't fight herself on it anymore.

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From a pocket, she revealed a compass bearing a shell made of willow and intricate brass designs across it's face, bound with leather string long enough to slip over one's head to wear. Cupping it between her palms, she stared at it for quite some time. This was the gift she had bestowed upon Elijah long ago. He'd given it back to her before he ventured further into the desert alongside his cousin. Making a promise to return to claim it.

Yet he never had. Cervato took a weighted breath as her hands clasped the compass slightly tighter. Tears threatened to spill over her cheeks, but she refused to cry. He never returned. She'd even gone as far as to check his cottage, but it was still unoccupied and the long-haired cat, Boris, was no where to be seen. The letter she had pinned to the door was surprisingly still there after all this time, faded and forgotten. Only memories lingered within the abandoned home.

Of course, the thought of death had crossed her mind at least once or twice, and she'd find herself reading the local post or eavesdropping anytime a mention of a Volundir was made in her presence. Yet no news ever came and she began to feel the strange mixed emotion of relief and sorrow.

He was still out there somewhere. Perhaps he'd found his true home and had no desire to return. Not even to return a letter that said he'd made a mistake in telling her that he loved her. Cervato had no wish to change her current fate, and knew better than to want for what was.

Still, anger formed within her heart, accompanied by selfish thoughts, and before she could stop herself the compass crashed against the stone wall of the nearby requisitions office. Glass shattered, beautiful pieces ricocheted and bounced along the ground, and the wood shell had splintered. Once more, she destroyed something beautiful.

Regret immediately filled her conscious as she quickly made her way over to the remnants of the compass. It had landed face down, so she carefully flipped it over, and when portions of the glass face and mechanical backing fell apart from the shell. Something else stood out as well. Inside the compass. Something that had not been there before when she had commissioned it Seasons ago.

It was the most simple of items. Practical. No embellishments. For they were not needed. For a man that came from a lavish lifestyle yet chose to live like a nomad, this was perfect.

The silver metal reflected the sun's rays, and a simple woven knot of rose gold sealed around it.

A ring. An unfulfilled promise. A life she would never know.

"...Gods, Elijah..." She eventually breathed out once the initial shock wore off. A shaky hand plucked the ring from it's hidden bed within the compass shell to further examine it. Clasped within her right hand, she collected the remnants of the compass and began to carry them with her. Tears began to fall and soon she found herself running as fast as she could, climbing up the various rope bridges and steep paths. And finally she was as high as she could get and looked out across the small canyon that was their home.

Standing on a cliff's edge, daring to drift off it, she hummed a tune she had once heard long ago, off-key, and not as pretty as it's originator. She prayed for the impossible. That somehow her thoughts and feelings would reach him wherever he was, and bring him home. Just to know he was safe. To make the painful feeling of abandonment disappear. So she could share one more smile with him.

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The sun reached it's peak over Lion's Arch, as the small rowboat continued on it's path within the calm waters of the Sanctum Harbor. As the light reflected across the sea, one could barely see the ruins of Old Lion's Arch nestled among the reef. The hull continued to cut across the massive expanse while Cervato reclined, basking in the warmth of the sun. She'd done right by wearing a simple white sun dress, as the temperature continued to soar into the afternoon. The occasional sound of oars striking the water's surface created a familiar rhythm in her daydream as she found herself near ready to doze off.

There was nothing that could ruin such a fine moment. The worries of the past several weeks seemed to drift from her mind here. The disappearance of Maria. The letter from Deronjur. The reunion with Elijah. The sword of Saromire. The mystery of Erimus. Each formed guilt within her thoughts. But here, she was free of it all. No expectations. No duty. No need to feel responsible or helpless. Here she was no longer the Commander of the Tyrian Accord. Here she merely was Cervato.

The distinct thud of the boat's oars met the bottom of their small vessel and it began to shift as Kurai searched for something beneath his seat. Adrift, Cervato watched the pirate from her resting place. A brief laugh broke the silence as he unlatched the leather case, revealing the velvet interior housing his violin.

"Why would you bring that the whole way out here?" Amused, Cervato watched as he plucked at the strings, before a slight adjustment with the tuning pegs to his prized instrument. In his left hand he grasped the violin's neck expertly, resting it near his shoulder, before he cast his golden gaze her way. The mischievousness contained within them always caught her off guard, reaching to her very core.

"To play." Kurai's rhetoric resulted in a bare foot gently pressing to his shin in warning. His curved eyebrows rose and collapsed in rapid succession a few times, ever teasing. "How else am I supposed to seduce you again? I'm almost done with the entire first page of my itemized list of ways." Sienna eyes rolled before he softly shushed her silent retort. "Close your eyes and listen. I'll play you something new this time." He noted, before reaching to grab the bow within his right hand.

Compliant, Cervato returned to her relaxed state as the sweet sound of music filled the air. Before quickly turning into a jovial upbeat tune that brought forth a bright smile. Always a surprise.


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Resurrection

Kurai once more brought me to the Mists with him. These visits grow more rare each time. He's still like a phantom to me. After everything we have been through, I think I'll never be able to pin him down. But I'm resigned to this fate. He has a calling that even I cannot hold him back from. Despite giving up his birthright for me. I know better than to ask him to remain by my side.

The Mists will always remain a mystery to me. Flowing, weaving, sinking, rising. Every step taken reveals a new landscape. A hidden world. One could lose themselves here forever. That's what I fear most for Kurai. That he'll never return. When we finally realize we're lost, it's too late to retrace our steps. Forward is the only path.

I knew something was wrong as the silence took over. There was no more birdsong. No rustling of the grass. Nothing.

Saromire.

What cruel fate have the Gods bestowed upon me now to deserve this?

You appeared the same way before your untimely death in Godslost Swamp. Radiant. Handsome. Aloof. At first I thought it a trick. The Mists stealing secrets from my memory to tempt me to remain. Your voice. I nearly forgot how your voice sounded until you spoke. All that pain and suffering since your ill met fate came rushing back to the forefront of my mind.

I had to hold Kurai back from attacking you again, despite his sword merely passing through you harmlessly.

You died.

You were mourned. Prayers offered immediately following your death. Your pyre burned brightly and your ashes divided between three women who loved you.

Was there no one else? Were you drawn to your sword brought to this plane of existence? Why me, Saro?

Despite the animosity between that foul masked man, Garrett, and Kurai arguing over your fate causing my blood to boil. You placed a portion of your soul into the sword that you gave to me many years ago. The ethereal blade of several hues turned golden at your touch.

I begged you to stop, as you faded from my sight.

It was selfish of me.

I wanted to spend one last moment with you before you disappeared.

You have something left in the world of the living to do. I swear that I'll make this come to fruition.

I'm not sure how much I can withstand hearing your voice in my head. Perhaps I'm finally going insane. Yet when I answer, you reply. You're here with me.

I wonder how long this will last.

I wonder if I can keep this promise, unlike so many others I made to you.

I pray the Gods see me through this trial.

I pray Kurai forgives me for doing this.

Saro, please do not leave me as empty and broken as you did the first time. I can feel myself drowning already.

This guilt is still too hard to bear.


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