A Cacophony Of Regret

The Forest

As the rain fell down in is bitter sweet embrace, the group around the long dead fire seem to ignore it. The rain seeping into their clothes seemed to be the least of thier worries, in fact to one of them they quitely laughted. They had begun this as 100 now, now they scarcely spoke of what came before or was to come forth.

"Have we not become the absent silhouette that, we all swore, to not let shackle our world?" spoke the person in a dark grey cloak, a jester's mask maing thier words hard to hear.

"Once, we had a reason. Now we have a form of sanity from this" spoke the brown cloaked person.

Endlessly the two had spoken these words, back when the part had first began. Now they sat by a long dead fire, no embers left smouldering nor a reason to stay alight, in the middle of the forest. The only sounds was the two speaking and the ever louder storm that, was no longer seeping in thier clothes but thier wills to keep going as well. If maybe they had the embers of the fire they could go on, alas this was not the place for such thoughs.

"If you two are done, then may carry on or do you wish to slit our throats and remaim. I do not simply care what you choose but some end to this would be gladly taken" My own voice didn't sound right like it was a meer eco of what was.

The rain's cacophony filled silence spoke for them. It picked it's self up and looked at the person in blue, they seemed to still. So before moving foward they feel there chest. Nothing moved or gave a glimce at live. Sighing it picked up the corpse and placed in the dead fire and began making a new one. There was a time when lighting a corpse on fire would of made them feel something, now that something was nothing. A cold way of life for a cold time.

"Another to the pile then" spoke the jester's mask

I cared not to anwser for it was as clear as a fragment of glass reflecting the light. A fool this Jester was but yeh they had made it to the last 3, how luckly. I had long counted myself as unluckly as the world had left me alive and not dead with the rest, maybe I could

"The other one has join them. I'll add them to the fire. Do you not think it is time we burnt ourselves out too. We have no reason anymore, we stole our time and now the debt is clear. I do not simply wish to lose everything for nothing. We have to make a simple choice, burn or die. I'll choose to burn so that we, I mean I, may move forward without fear of my past" thier voice sounded, for once in thier life, strained and worn out.

"What is, is. Do what you see as right, that was our code. Now with 2 left, soon to be one, I'll remove myself to clear us all."

"You mock my choice of burning the past so that I, I mean we of course, may move forward. Too long have we sought to dance like gods and kings but we where never. You lied. You lead us to death and now we have nothing to show, so I'll make something"

Anger, that was something new. Parhaps this jester had finally become something worthy of showing to the royal court. Now was no time for idle chat, tinder was needed to finish the two dead people. If luck would be so kind then this would be easy but with rain they doughted it.

It took almost 3 hours before they found some dry tinder. The jester had slowly become slower and more raspy with each time they spoke. How much longer did they have before I have to burn another one. How many had it been now that they had burnt, 1, 2, 3 or was it nearly 90. Time no longer helped thier memory, it only reminded them of how little they had left. How long it would be till they had to burn them selves.

They saw the jester slip and light the fire with them in the heart of it. At first they tried to rise but soon they stopped fighting and let it win. How sad it was to watch one of thier last friends slip away into a flame in the rain. So to end the sorrow the picked them up and placed them atop the rest of the burning bodies.

How sweet it smelt and how easy it would be to join them. Was that such a bad thing to join a group of bodies burning away, no their mind echoed back. Dance with them in the embrace of warthm and let it all slip away into nothing. So they stepped forth to join the fire no longer caring what happen to this world, only caring if the gods would forgive thier sins.

So hot, but yet so cold thier mind spoke as it faded aways.