A woman wrapped in a crimson cape stares out at the gray waters of her home village. Her silver hair flowing with the wind, the crazed waves lap and splash at the docks upon where she sits. Her gray eyes watching the skies of the eastern horizon, the black clouds brewing a vicious storm. Perhaps the last storm this world will ever see. She lifts her chin up, her face towards the sky, the cold droplets feel nice upon her warm skin.
Her three compnions watch her from the far end where the wooden docks start. The young, fair skinned man with grown out brown hair, with dazzling emerald eyes, the man she fell in love with. A love hard won, looks to her in sympathy. Understanding the loss of which she has faced, the loss of dearest friends, of family, of home.
The older, slightly shorter man with a darker complexion, burning yellow eyes and black hair watches her in patience. He's seen this, once before, but with an old friend he served long before her. A memory of a past life, an important decision. Stay and perish, but letting what should fade away, go quietly into the night...or, leave and survive. Letting go of all the ties one had to their home, living to see the dawn of a new day, to take another lungful of air. An important decison one must make alone.
The pale woman with long blonde hair, and kind amethyst eyes watches her friend with worry. Having seen this break once before, faced with a choice that goes against all morals, against all that one holds close. Broken once, but gotten up again, broken twice now...will it be the same? Or will this shatter the brave leader they've all seen her become?
Taking a glance at the other two, the young man walks forward towards her. Walking across the worn and creaking docks made of dark wood. He takes a seat next to her, scanning her face. Looking for the troubles he's become so good at identifying. "...my darling." He says softly, snapping her out of her daze. He waits for her response as he looks down with a sigh, opening her tired gray eyes.
"We leave this choice to you, whether to leave this place, or to stay. We will follow you anywhere, you know this."
She looks to him, her eyes glossed with unshed tears. "I did this...I pushed it too far." She mutters, not breaking eye contact. This was something that had to be said face to face.
He nods. "I know, but it can't be undone. Even those with the powers of a diety have their limits." He answers.
She takes in a shaky sigh. "If...If I choose to leace this place, let it crumble into nonexistence...will you follow me? Will all of you follow me to a new world, to lead a new life?" She asks.
He looks at her, thinking over the question and all of its meanings. After a moment he nods. "Of course my darling..." He takes her hand, and bows his head. A sign of respect.
"We will follow you...to the end of infinity."
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