And try again it did. The Knight dashed across the boney terrain, grasping horn after horn to get back in the hole., nearly slipping every so often.
The sight before it shocked the knight, it took a step back.
A being of void, much alike to their long gone siblings.
But.. it looked like it?
The Knight had no time to think when the being of darkness came rushing at it. The Knight held its mask in pain when the entity slashed at it.
But the Knight refused the agony of death. It slammed its fists into the shade, a nearly silent battle, only the sound of air and the cries from the shade could be heard.
Oh how the Knight envied this horrid entity, it's jealousy fueled it's rage.
Eventually the shade entered the Knight once more.
Oh.
How.. weird?
It felt whole once more, despite no parts of it being missing?
Huh.
Best not dally on such things, the knight took a few steps forward, grabbing the mask horns from the ground.
It studied it's surroundings as it walked through the 'cave', making sure there were no creatures like...
The cruncher!
That would be the biting creatures name.
And..
The shadow.
It tapped a claw against the club, satisfied with the well-thought out names.
The Knight continued its trek, watching as the masks that once covered every inch of the floor dissapeared, and a feeling of being {Very Alone} took over.
It stopped, looking back.
Darkness could be seen for miles, if that was to correct distance.
It was just like this up ahead.
Only then did the vessel realise how lonely and dark it was, how it didn't feel like a part of anything.
How it was one.
How it was..
The Knight. A Knight. One Knight, of many. Too many.
Why was it given the chance to survive, and continue living?
It turned back and continued walking.
Why were these thoughts so common? Was it the result of being isolated? Could that be what it's called?
The Knight sped up the pace.
Why did it have to think all of this, at once, so quickly? Why did these thoughts matter so much to it?
Faster.
It gripped the horns, continuing to question all of these things. Why was it alone? Why didn't it have a voice? Why did it come back?
What.
What was it's purpose?
The Knight stopped in its tracks, gazing ahead, as if it were a statue.
What.. what was it's reason for being here??
Hadn't it thought this one too many tim-
No.
NO.
IT NEEDS TO KNOW-- ITS NOT JUST HERE TO SUFFER!! RIGHT ???
RIGHT?
It dropped to the ground, slamming its fists against the stone and gravel.
It felt so WEAK against its surroundings, against its foes.
against its mind.
..
It shouldn't even have one.
"Why do you blow things out of proportion, Little Knight?"
The voice rang through its mask, it jumped in shock, not expecting that. Had something been around??
But when it looked, all was still darkness.
"..You know that overreacting in this environment will kill something like you."
It sat, unsure on what to do, if there was anything to do. It held onto the mask horns for dear life, assuming something would attack it.
"Calm down, repress that. Honestly, we expected better.."
And everything went silent once again.
The Knight was still for a few moments, absolutely confused on what had just occurred.
..
Well. There's a voice now.
And maybe a friend?
Idiotic thinking.
Assume all is a foe.
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No the voice is not the radiance, and no, nobody else can hear it. You'll find out what it is! Hopefully.
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{ Cry of a Knight }
FanfictionThis story centers on The Knight and it's feelings. we just wanted to hurt The Knight mentally and physically. - Awake-ness. Or something it thought to be living, a lie honestly. Had it always been awake? Perhaps. But perhaps not? -
