Game Over

Chapter Eighteen [Useless]

[EDIT] Had to fix some dialouge between Jess and Jason. It wasn't very clear. Sorry.

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*I did no editing, whoops :V*

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GAME OVER

Chapter 18 [Useless]

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Adam groaned. He felt a fuzzy feeling, like feathers being brushed all over his body. His eyes were heavy but he opened them slowly.

He wasn't on the ravine floor anymore... he was back in Seto's cave. He recognized the blank surroundings as his room connected to the main room. Adam tried to get up but winced, "So you're finally awake."

He turned his head and saw Seto standing in the doorway, "S-Seto...I-I'm--"

"Save it, what happened is no concern of mine," he turned away but paused, "I already gathered the materials. I'm preparing to enchant them now, stay out of the way and don't bother me."

Adam lowered his eyes, "Seto?" But Seto had already left.

Adam didn't feeling like moving, he didn't feel like going anywhere, he didn't even feel like doing anything for that matter. Normally he was an optimist...but sometimes a person just reaches their limit for how long they can smile.

He felt like he reached his.

He remembered that day. The first time he realized the truth of society. He was 6 years old and he was almost done with his first year as a Tier 5 student. The entire class was gathered in a circle sharing their dreams and aspirations of what they hoped to be as an adult.

He remembered it as clear as day. When he spoke those fateful words, that desire to be the first, that hope to be a hero.

Sometimes Adam's mind would wander and he'd come back to that day 13 years ago. He imagined as the children around him roared with laughter that he would stand in front of himself, his tiny self.

He imagined that the him looking down at the younger self would ask, "Why?"

It was a question that held countless more in its spaces.

Why did we say that?

Why does everyone have to laugh?

Why is that dream so ridiculous?

...

Why do we even want to be a hero?

That last question was the one that always seemed to bother him the most. He could answer all the others with ease. For the first he would say, "Because it's what we wanted." For the next he would say, "Because people found it funny." And for the one after he would say, "Because it really was ridiculous."

But he could never answer the last one. He knew that he wanted it, but he didn't know why he wanted it. He just did, but Adam so badly wanted that question answered. He so badly wished he knew why it was so important that he stood here, why he needed to stand here. But he just never knew the answer.

And neither did the tiny him from 13 years ago.

Adam also remembered another memory. That same day after his mother picked him up and she drove them home together. He remembered asking her "Do you think I can be a hero one day? Like the Players?"

His mother never let her dulled yellow eyes leave the road, but she did answer his question.

"Only if the god's allow it."