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Another Time

Another Time

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I never thought that Sage could be crumbled so easily, and because of one man's evil soul. I was sent here from a peaceful world to fix a broken one and I won't fail. I can't fail. Sage depends on me but the stakes keep rising, and I'm left wondering why I'm doing this. I don't know anything about this time, or this land. I don't want to die, but it seems that everything else wants me dead. Why did I ever volunteer for this? Nobody told me the Mali would be here, and they sure as heck didn't tell me that this world is broken beyond compare. How can I fix it? The Mali have destroyed everything. They will kill me, but it's only a matter of when and how.
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What will I do now? There is no purpose for me to live. The fates...the cruel, merciless fates shattered my mind, my soul. The gods didn't care...they never did... Did they? Should I glue back the pieces? Or should I leave it shattered... What would be better? End my misery...The gods don't care. I have already won two wars for them. I have no purpose. I looked at the shining blade, glinting in the moonlight, fascinated. Slowly, as if in a trance, I brought it down onto my skin and started drawing-drawing crimson lines. I felt no pain. There was nothing to feel. I thought that it would get rid of my pain. It did not. I would have to try something else; something else to stop the constant throbbing of my heart. What could stop it? Death still owes me a favor.

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