(Note: This isn't really that good or anything and i'm sorry for ever posting it i just thought it was nice)
(Another note: This is from eridan's point of view, he's in a wheelchair. Don't ask. It's crappy.)
I am the prince of hope and i'm leading my friends to their demise. They're all so hopeful, foolishly walking along like nothing can go wrong. It's all gone to hell but a faint hope shimmers on the horizon- so, They keep walking towards that light. That glint of hope i created and isn't really there. They've been walking for so long, some have colapsed.
"It's so close! We can do it!" says feferi, her eyes bright.
Oh how she didn't know. They continue, tired, it's been two days without rest. The desert terrain is too much, people fall only to get up and fall again, the sand sucking at their feet. This wheelchair is hard to manuver, but i just can't leave them.
They're dying now, it's been four weeks. I let the illusion surround them.
"wh.. we did it.. we.. we're here.. it's.. done." The brightness fades from feferi's eyes, everyone else is colapsed and dead around us. She falls to her knees.
"we did it... we.. won." She colapses onto her face, dead finally, dry and beaten by the sun.
My face is thinner, more solemn.
"Please, end it now."
My illusion fades. "It's over and we can't win. Hope is lost."
But it wasn't dead, not yet.
My vision is blurring, it's getting darker despite the harsh, endless day. I close my eyes, just to rest for a second, it's been a month since ive slept.
The prince does not wake up
Hope has died
