AN: This story has more input from Free than my other stories, because this will include his family and life story (hint, hint). AND to understand this story you probably have to read Kingdom Come, if you didn't.
Free stared, astounded, as the world collapsed around him.
The once majestic creations of the Kurosu Kingdoms had crumbled to rubble. The beloved Eien Kokoro was shattered on the ground.
The five gods had disappeared. Fafnir nor Skyvor had returned from the shadow realm yet, which was fast closing.
Except for the ruins scattered around the land, soon there was no trace there had ever been a war.
The queen of the Kaen Kingdom was lying dead out in the battlefield. Two generals of the Kage Kingdom were dead. Many of the Ryoko Travelers had escaped to the east, terrified of being killed. Half of Mizore's nobles were dead.
The Heiwa Kingdom suffered the most, though.
Many students of the Anzen had been killed when the gods attacked. And therefore, some warriors turned against them, and they lost many warriors.
Free's brother had been killed. Free had never knew him well, as he was too busy following Father's orders while Free communed with his favorite deer.
Simply put, he didn't care.
He was indifferent.
Deep inside the rapidly shrinking shadow realm, Skyvor and Fafnir had each disappeared. Fafnir had taken to the skies; powering its golden wings to break through the dark cloud barrier. Skyvor simply walked along the obsidian path. The obsidian turned to stone, and then dirt, and then cloud, and the dark hunter was in the sky.
Fafnir soared just below the clouds, searching for the travelers who fled. It was not mad, nor afraid.
It was indifferent.
And then there were the five gods. The heavens in which they lived had become a prison. The clouds clumped together in unbreakable barriers. They were water, so fire couldn't burn them. They were frozen, so ice couldn't hurt them. They were moisture, so light and dark passed through harmlessly. And they weren't alive, so words could do nothing.
Turned out clouds can restrain gods.
Requiem had carefully built the cloud prison while the gods been fighting Skyvor in the dark realm. Only he had the manipulative power to speak and warp anything to his will, and before he was killed by the shattering of the Eien Kokoro, he used it to its full extent. The clouds wrapped around the gods like vines and chains and shackled them into their places.
The Kaen ghost held no anger against the gods in his final moments, but the damage had been done. As a spirit, Requiem wielded no power. And as he held no anger, his words had lost their manipulative power and try as he might, the clouds were stuck in place, imprisoning the gods.
Skyvor, however, had stolen all of Requiem's anger, but unfortunately, he had no power other than his godly strengths.
The war was over.
But with it the reign of the gods had fell.
The people of the Heiwa Kingdom were silent. They did not protest as the four other kingdoms left to rebuild on their own. They did not whisper among themselves when word had passed that the Anzen would keep going like normal. They did not speak nor move as the darkness drew back.
And then the darkness faded from the sky.
Broken out of their spell of silence, the Heiwa Kingdom erupted with cheers. The Anzen's warrior students were sent back to training, fiercer and braver than ever before.
Lui crossed his arms, ignoring the dragon's claw sword he had dropped. "School again?" he snarled. "We don't get a day off, do we?" He stormed off, sword now in his hand.
Shu wandered the halls until he ended up by the weaponry. He dropped off his golden axe there and walked through the halls again.
Valt was sleeping. His dreams were full of food and brightness. He imagined his favorite food in the world, the cafeteria's bread. Sweet, slightly chewing, bouncy. His teeth sank into it perfectly. "Whoop!" he screamed in his dream.
Free was asleep too, in the next-door dorm. He had a blank, dreamless sleep, but it was full of memories that came without vision.
He felt his mother's smooth hand, leading him along a forest path when he was a young boy. He heard the running of wolves and foxes as they crossed the desert. He smelled the sweetest scent of mangoes as they walked through a mango tree grove. He listened to the twang of a bow being plucked an a satisfying thump of the arrow bringing down its target. They were the sounds, smells, and aches he had grown up with for ten years of his life. He was used to sightless walks and dreams.
And then he came to the Anzen. He adapted to work in the day and see the blinding sun. Golden rays of sunlight spilling through the windows into dark hallways. The bright sparkle of the setting moon and the brilliant glow of the rising sun mere minutes apart. Colors he had never seen before when his world was bathed in the silver glow of the moon. It rattled Free beyond description, but he had learned to love the lush green of trees and leaves, the soft brown of his deer friend, the brilliant blue of the sky.
His dreams flared with color, representing the moment when Free realized the world was much more colorful than he had ever imagined. He waited eagerly for the moment the sun rose everyday. He cast himself into dreams at night so instead of the natural grayness he had seen all his life, he could see color again. That day when he was ten, when he finally asked his father why he would not let the other travelers see sun so much.
"Do you know how many we would have lost?" his father snapped. "I do it for their own good. If they see the sun, would they try to live like how the kingdoms live? Would they survive, distracted by the so-called "glory of nature?"
"The kingdoms survive pretty well," ten-year-old Free countered.
"Staying in one place is in their blood," his father said. "We move. They can afford to me distracted. They can't."
Free's eyes slid open.
Although he couldn't see it, Free could sense the moon was high outside. He felt the bustle of Kage Kingdom as they walked in the night with no need for light.
He wondered how they could stand to live in a gray world. Free had never seen colors like purple or blue before he had his first taste of sunlight, which his father had kept him away from until he was ten.
Not far, Lui's dreams were full of war.
His dragon's claw sword kept emitting poisonous gases. Ice snaked from his fingers onto his enemy.
His dreams were so different from both Valt's and Free's. Valt's was full of happiness, while Free's dwelled on memories.
But one way or another, everyone was stuck in their dreams.
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