The Land of Dawn (ML Fanfic)

23. melancholy

"Beware you fools who wander with no destination" were the words plastered on the wooden board that he placed on the entrance of the Land of Dawn, scribbled using a Medaldia's horn. He bewitched it with a planetary curse that warded off souls of evil and darkness.

Medaldias are fossils of stars that befell the realm that of which, Cyclops has kept.

He thought to himself that it is such a silly thing to do, to keep the remains of something that's supposed to be nothing anymore. But he loved the stars so much, he kept them even after they've lost their glimmer.

But slowly creeping at the back of his mind, he knew he was just lonely. And he just couldn't do anything of significance.

Sighing in his utter melancholy, he looked up the night sky and with a blink of an eye, his worries were gone.

"Ah, the stars. My friends." He whispered, unconsciously shedding a tear from his only eye. He watched it drip up until his chin, catching it some on his palm before it fell to the ground.

His mind wondered why a tear materialized. He never cried. He never showed his emotions even if no one is around to look at him and judge him. He never accepted that sadness, let alone loneliness, is an existent emotion. A feeling worth feeling. It isn't, well for Cyclops.

He shook his head and wiped his tear. Suddenly his head hurt, like it was about to explode. He underwent nystagmus. His eyes rolled backwards. He was having a vision again. For the third time that day.

He saw a cat elf mage and a returning familiar soul approaching the Land of Dawn. He was once again vigilant of his surroundings. In his first vision, he saw a moon elf and a fighter showing interest on coming to the land.

In his second vision, he saw a wandering gunner in the woods that have found its home just recently. And then the third vision.

The cat elf and the huge panda.

But what caught his attention was the cat elf. Her clothes were encrusted with pink gems and her hair, the color of dark pink. Her two ears protruded from her head and it swayed with her every move.

She carried a large boomerang, too large that it shadowed her frame. And her eyes, were the prettiest he has ever seen (well he haven't seen enough to confirm his comparison).

And knowing that the adorable cat elf is approaching the land, he was delighted than he ever was in years. He doesn't know her intentions, but he was hopeful.

With his third vision still in his mind, he was, for the first time in years, less lonely.

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Kagura couldn't help but cry and cry. She left him for good. She regretted what she has done but she has her heart set on finding herself before she could show herself to Hayabusa.

With the glimmer of the moon illuminating her translucent tears, she wept and wept until she fell asleep.

Yet little did she know, she was all Hayabusa could think about in all the days to come.