Our battle is over...
I stand triumphant, but at what cost?
My enemy lies unmoving at my feet. I look to the people held under his control. They look... horrified? Why? They are free now. They should be celebrating!
"Rejoice for this is the beginning of a new era," I proclaim, "an era of p-"
I am cut off by a sob of grief as a young lady I once knew now cradles the boy I slain.
Just a boy...
"H-how... how could you?" her voice barely audible and breaking with sorrow and rage,"You were his friend!"
My friend...
A fog lifts from my mind, and the horror of the scene fills my senses.
The rocky hill sprawls beneath us as the dust kicked up by the gales of our battle settles, the stench of fear from the onlookers, and the sight of my fallen friend batterd, bruised and silent.
My friend! No. No!
Did I...did I just?
My hands tremble. My sword clatters as I drop to my knees. I am weak.
"Stay away from him!" She pleas, fighting back tears.
I can't stand. With every ounce of strength I have left, I vanish in a cloud of red flames....
I appear in a forest next to a river... my mind clouding over...
What have I done...
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FantasyThe voice that guides you vies for control. When do you become just a voice to it.
