Zene Oneshots

Echo

Have you ever wondered why your voice bounces off the walls of caves?

Well, then you've probably run into Echo.

Echo wasn't always his name, though. He used to be called Zane Ro'Meave, the second born to Garte and Zianna, the High Priest of Lady Irene, and one of the few Wood Nymphs. Unfortunately, he had fallen in love with Gene, a hunter who had ladies and men falling for him left and right.

He still remembered the day he became Echo.

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It was like any other day.

Zane woke up and skipped breakfast as usual, heading out to the woods where Gene usually hunted. He had a small box wrapped up in his hands, holding a gift he had taken quite some time to prepare.

He couldn't help but smile when he spotted Gene, just finishing cutting what he needed from an elk. Sure, it made Zane upset that Gene killed animals, but what else would he eat? He refused to eat any of the fruits or vegetables, and Zane was pretty sure that mortals couldn't live off of pure energy like he could.

"Hey, Gene." Zane greeted, his voice normal and uninteresting.

"Oh, it's you again." Gene frowned when he heard Zane's voice, turning around to face him.

"I brought you a present." He announced, holding out the polished wooden box.

Gene stared at the box that Zane handed to him. It was neatly polished, shining beautifully in the morning light. It had a lock made of bronze, with gold leaf forged into the metal hinges and fittings. It had a silvery crescent moon painted on the top, with a strange symbol carved next to it. It depicted a wolf's head with a cross over one eye, the center of it, which was the half that looked like an addition sign, was where the iris would be.

"Is this the present?" Gene asked, a bit selfishly. "Why would I want a box?"

"You have to open the box." Zane stated with a frown and roll of his eyes.

Gene took the box carefully, opening the lid of it with ease. Inside, a plush cushion made from silk was stuffed inside, holding the object inside. He took it slowly and lifted it up, holding it by the strong yet thin chain. It was an amulet.

"What is this?" Gene asked, his voice sounded a bit unsatisfied as he made a face at Zane.

"It's--" Zane began, a bit stunned by how Gene had reacted.

"Awe, you put a heart on it?" He sneered with a cruel, sarcastic voice. "Pathetic. You actually think that I would love you?"

"Gene.." He began, but suddenly found that he had no words to speak.

"You are nothing to me. You are nothing to everyone. You are a failure that lives in the shadows of not only his older brother, but his younger brother, too. If you died, you would never be missed. I hope you kill yourself."

Zane stared at Gene in shock, unable to belief what he was hearing. Something was shifting inside of him.. like he was being placed under a spell. His mouth opened, and words he would never speak in his own free will poured out.

"Kill yourself."

Gene looked stunned, as if he had just been told that there was a giant crab on top of his head. A loud boom of thunder sounded from above them, as the wind picked up from a morning breeze to a near windstorm.

Zane looked up, and the last thing he saw was the face of Nemesis.

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Gene groaned as his eyes opened, and he shot upright when he realized that he wasn't in the woods anymore.