Dancing lights

Is this what a God is meant to be?

Zero x Harad.

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We were heroes, at that time. But now I think that this was the biggest lie someone told us.

Heroes of Toril's people.

Seven demi-gods whose duty was to save the world from a terrible threat.

We achieved an immeasurable power, along with the immortality in our body and in history itself. We gained the opportunity to be the eternity, something most people could only dream about.

Don't you agree, my brother?

Thousands of people chase this thing, selling their mortal form to an evil creature to obtain what we have gained in only three months.

An entire life dedicated to became a lich.

Such a horrible, wretched life. As master Eliar told me when I was a child.

But in all of this evil, there's something that I need to tell: they sacrificed themselves to become immortals.

This was a choice we couldn't make. We have accepted our fate without asking anything in return, like: "Yes. We would do everything to save the world".

But which was the cost of our victory? What was the price for all of this power?

Tell me, Harad, do you think that this was a sacrifice that was worth it to make? Do you? Letting my sister, my nephew, my mother and father die for the sake of other people.

Look at those hands! Look at them bleeding on the floor to save innocents.

I was meant to suffer, I was meant to die for her! It's me! Me, damn it, not Layla! I was the one with the power to save others!

But I was wrong... Layla was our saviour. Her duty was the one that made all of this possible...

And for this "duty"... Her price was... Mh.

She died alone... without her brother near her. Without the... Love of her life shaking her hands praying Kelemvor to not take her life. With a little child screaming to the empty sky: "God, please! Save my mother from this illness!".

But she was alone, my brother.

Instead you and I were together, in the past, making some stupid things like finding the murderer of the giants' queen. Searching Satinder's mother. Playing the part of the chosen ones. Laughing, living. Hoping for a brighter future.

I am consumed by this pain, Harad.

It couldn't leave me alone... It's a constant cold that freezes my heart and shakes my bones in the middle of the day and that whispers to me "it's all your fault" in the night. In which rivers of tears couldn't find their way to fall, making a heavy weight on the stomach each time I think about my sister.

Every night I look at the moon searching for her smile, and every night my hand takes my dagger and writes a long curve line on my arm. I feel the blood, warm and viscous slide down it but the pain that I feel inside doesn't disappear... It only makes me feel alone.

So tell me, Harad.

Is this what a God is meant to be?