((This is a version of the story i wrote after re-reading it. It's still the same story, but slightly different! I hope it's better than the original.))
I am the prince of hope, and i'm leading my friends to their doom- funny, because i thought that was always sollux's aspect. But now, poisoning them with this foolish hope of winning, i just hope i can keep it up. It's all gone to hell, yet everyone still believes that there is something we can do about it. That there is some faint hope on the horizion, like a shimmering oasis in a desert. I created that Oasis. It's all an illusion. I'm used to lying to them by now.
"Look, it's so close! We can do it!" Chirps Feferi, her eyes bright with excitement. False hope.
She didn't know, none of them knew. Karkat, even Equius and Vriska, all of them thought that if they worked together to reach this goal, that something would be waiting for them at this imaginary finish line! The only thing Waiting for them is death. I know, because i've already lost everything i've cared for- and i know what it's like to lose hope. I can't walk, Feferi hates me, and i'm virtually useless to all of them. Even so, i wheel on with a fake smile, playing along with my own lies.
It's weeks later, when we've run out of food and water, and the sun has burnt most of us horribly. Even so, everyone thinks they've done it, because they reached my fake-y fake finish line. I got tired of watching them smile. It began to hurt too badly. I never thought i could care again.
"W-we... we did it!" Gasps Feferi, clutching at her chest. "We're here... We won!" She laughs twice, and the brightness fades from her eyes, glazing over. They roll into the back of her head, and she collapses. She didn't notice that everyone else was unconcious around her. The feeling was mostly mutual, though. They all thought that they had acheived success. They were all dying.
"Please... Just stop it. End this, now. I don't want to do this anymore..." I mumble, putting my once-strong hands to the sides of my once-beautiful face. Once being the main point. Once, i was a respectable troll.
"It's over- we can't win!" I shout. No one can hear me- some are already dead. "Hope is lost, we never had a chance..."
But it wasn't dead. Not yet.
I had to kill the notion myself.
My vision is blurred from exhaustion, and the world seems to turn darker despite the harsh and endless daytime. I close my eyes and sigh, Taking out my rifle. Before i can shoot, i hear a thunk. I dropped Ahab's crosshairs, but i can't bring myself to care anymore. A long time ago, i would have scolded myself for dropping such a precious piece of history. Now, i just find myself tired of everything. I let go, just to rest for a moment...
The prince does not wake up
Hope has died
