Tilted heads, shattered minds, broken lungs, beg for breath that never came. Air like tar, water clear an a lie to fools, serpentine in their words; here is where the world came to a quiet and slow end. A dead desert now all that's left. I ENVY them. They didn't have to deal with having to either die or hide in giant walled cities, leaving those outside to FIGHT over the SCRAPS.
Those who are Ash walk with no mind or soul the curse of the Abyss swallowed them whole. The living who think they understand their mortality truly do not understand it as if they did, they would become just like them. I've seen it.. I've felt it. Cursed by the Abyss and survived now, I hear the very last whispers of the trapped. I used to walk alone with danger in every step that I calm with music and an even sharper tongue than even the serpents that walk the path I do. I could survive the threats that exist.
Now I walk with companions.. it's joyful to finally share in life with someone other than my own thoughts and those of Ash. One talks of Revenge and Adventure like the days of that haven't passed and the other talks of hunting Dragons as pray. I.. I hunt for a family I no longer know. An old map to guide us through a new world it no longer shows. Where the cycle of existence of the soul has been shattered, the Cat and Boar consumed. I just hope that somehow.. I can survive this and become one with the cycle and not of Ash.
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This is a story written from the perspective of my Dungeons and Dragons character. I hope you enjoyed it.
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