ᗷOOK I - TᕼE ᗪEITY {PLATONIC}

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Song Recommendation - Welcome to Wonderland - Anson Seabra

Schlatt, if you are reading this, it means that it's finally become time to correct my mistakes, to make the world spin once again. In writing this, I hope that you will understand that there is no stopping me now. It's far too late, I've been traveling since the break of dawn, and knowing you as well as I do, I know that you have woken up close to the afternoon.

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(Your Name)'s form was hunched over, the tip of their long sword was leaving a small line as they carried on walking through the tall spruce forest. The compass in their left hand offered no heat against the bitter air as they carried on.

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I wish that I could assure you somehow, that I'll come back safe, but we both know that it would be nothing but a sweet little lie. What pains the most however, is the fact that I'm also unable to promise that I'll come back home alive.

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The paper seemed to be stained, as splotches of it were darker than the rest, the ink partially pooling causing the words to become messy, almost making the words unreadable.

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Unfortunately, just like Arachne, I should have never challenged a higher power than myself, an inferior being, a minuscule puny human against someone who could snap my body in half as if it were a thin stick.

I thought that I was wiser when I had so much I had yet to learn, my beautiful art that was once admired by many, proved to be my own downfall. I wish I hadn't been so prideful, and thought about the sharp words that resembled little daggers left my tongue. 

I'd be a hypocrite though if I kept holding onto the regret. I have forgiven you for your actions, and I've been trying to guide you into forgiving yourself. We're all human after all, and the mistakes we make don't always define who we are. Unfortunately, in my case, I'm afraid it does. 

Just like Arachne, I wove a tapestry that my Athena didn't like. Yet, I always think about how the outcomes seems unfair. Athena became upset of Arachne weaving the negative side that the Gods were all guilty of, bringing it to the light. Yet, she only got punished for speaking the truth, didn't she? Didn't I?

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(Your Name)'s legs were aching, begging for them to stop and sit down, to rest for awhile. (Your Name) only dismissed the thought, trudging through the dense forest, unwilling to stop until they needed food, until they're legs begun to shake, until they could walk no more, falling upon their knees pitifully. 

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Promise to remember me Schlatt, when I'm gone? To live for me at my untimely death. I do not want to become Bellerophon, but I know that as long as I carry on my journey with my Pegasus, that it will become my destiny. 

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A great portion of the writing towards the end was smudged, once again stained; (Your Name) couldn't help the never ending stream of tears from hitting the letter.

Schlatt frowned, as he never got to read what (Your Name) once wrote. He was overcome with anger, trying to feel anything but the ache of sadness and how hurt he truly felt. 

Objects became smashed, glass broken and scattered against the floor, blood staining the wooden floors with every scream of agony, every heavy exhale as his fist connected with the steel walls. 

Lifting the letter up to a nearby lantern on the desk, the flames licked the corner of the page, burning a small hole through the paper before it was blown out suddenly. Hastily flipping over the page, Schlatt walked away from the smoke filled air nearby, holding the paper up and into the artificial lamp light.

 "Hercules." 

His face paled as he rushed out the room, hurriedly preparing a bag, throwing random things in as fast as he could. 

"Foolish, Niki, Puffy," he recoiled at the thought of having to face Niki after everything he did, and yet he continued, knowing that he had to get there before it was too late.

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🤍 Thank you kind readers for all of the support! I'm very grateful that I'm able to help some people feel elated or just positive as a result of something I have created. That's more than I could ever ask for. I will try my best to pump out an extra chapter; I really haven't felt this, positive in years! This gives me hope that I'll be happy once again after 4 years of misery. Thank you for being here, for being you, and for being alive. As a very admirable general once said, "Dying is easy, living is harder." 🤍