To be forgotten || Dsmp Fanfic (finished)

<~ Epilogue ~>

The field was still peaceful after all this time, but the reason why was unclear. 

The grass was dead, the flowers were wilted and the trees had no leaves. The mountain's rock walls were covered in scratches and blood. And of course, there was the ghost. 

The transparent figure sat on the edge of the cliff, swinging their legs as they hummed loudly, waiting for their visitor. They weren't even sure what they were humming. They think it was a song. Or maybe it was an anthem. 

Their ears perked up when they heard the sounds of hooves against rock and they stood up from the cliff edge, pulling their ragged sheet over their head, hiding their face from view and then walking towards the old grave in the middle of the field, sitting down and leaning on the back of the gravestone as they listened to the sounds get closer.

Finally the sounds were muffled by the grass, and the ghost looked up to see a man walking towards the grave, a sword swinging by his side. 

If the man saw the ghost, he didn't say anything. He just fell to his knees beside the grave and brushed his hand across the grave, tracing the name that was written there. 

He had obviously been through a lot, with blood covering his clothes and new scars covering his body. And it was all the fault of the gods. 

When the arrow had finally finished its target, it had cracked the memory spell more and more until it shattered. Then fights began to start as memories flooded back to them. It wasn't long until these fights became a full on war. As the gods couldn't do much to help, they chose sides, which made the fights worse as the power of the gods helped the fighters. 

This man had been one of the few who didn't choose sides. Because of this, he was alone, his family dead and his friends being the most active in the war. 

Back at the mountain, the ghost stood from his spot, and walked to the other side of the grave. 

"Was I really this great in my life that you visit every day?" He asked, his voice not at all muffled by the sheet. "from what I remember, I was quite a wimp. It's much better now that I'm dead"

The man across from him glared at the ghost before clearing his throat and speaking. "He may have been a wimp, but he was loving, unlike you" His sad blue eyes looked back down at the grave. 

The ghost titled his head to the side and looked at the grave again, trying to see if there was something there that he missed. Why wasn't the goat man making eye contact with him? 

The man stayed there as the moon rose, and the ghost was still by his side, lighting up the grave with his glowing red and green eyes. 

Finally the man sighed and stood, brushing the dirt off his pants before walking away. The ghost just waved as the man left, but he didn't stand and try to stop him. 

Tubbo would be back tomorrow.

Boo knew that by now.