"No.. It cannot be,"
"I am afraid, you have left me no choice, I did not want this-"
"TOO NAIVE! You are too naive! Kira!
What has become of you? that you have grown sympathy to the ones who have so little meaning to us, the divine!"
His voice echoed, in the peaceful valley, which had been leveled by their battle. Injured, half-awake men crawled around, those who could walk, carried the corpses of their fallen members. But— the voice failed to raise a ripple in the mirror of his heart, a mirror, that lost its light.
"I'll tell you brother, those men are cowards, and those women... oh those women are FALSE! Those who endear the candle's flame for its warm touch, end up watching it flicker and ultimately die. Do not intervene. All that is left for them is to be consumed by my Primordial flame of Chaos."
"No matter how hard I try, I fail to reach you. For the warmth, enlightens the heart of those who embrace it, but- it only burns their eye, those who stare at it from a distance."
"IF ONLY HAD YOU CARED! You willingly distanced yourself, and now you preach of bonds! TO ME OF ALL PEOPLE."
The sky turns black. A ray of light tears through the storm, as a vortex of furious tides surrounded the two. The rain becomes heavier, their voice lost in the loud patter. He mouthed the words, I could not hear. I begged to accept it, to hear it from HIM, just one last time, but no. A realization struck: this is... you?
Rain blinded me, but my eyes refused to close. Water flew over my ear, yet the heartbeat was as clear as the life in my vessel. I could feel it, the rain drops, which were now even faster, and almost began to hurt, but still. I could feel this battle, my life, my purpose. What other would it mean for me to see the image of those I love. Yes 'love'.
This is it, the reason I started fighting, it was love, and the reason I will end it all, will again be love. The land began to crumble. The one standing before me, the one I protected, it-
(He stops mid-sentence, and gives a light smirk) and I return from the battle in my head—now ready to fight this real battle.
"I am ready, so come..".
The surge of power was enormous, he lifts a finger, and ignites a storm that had never known a spark. A new bright flame burning in his fists, radiating a serene warmth, as lightning enveloped his body.
"I'm glad you've decided.", a dark, menacing fog creeps out. His arms, lit with the purple lightning which holds the same power of creation, just more twisted. A glimmer shines across his face, a single humid tear.
They leap forward, the scarred valley bleeds with the light of dawn. The birds curiously watch as the Sakura tree sheds its last flower.
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There is much more, to this tale
up to you, it is, whether you wish to move forward or go back
This one is unique,
for you will find an ambiguous beginning,
and no real end
But you can watch nonetheless.
For in this realm of Time,
there are endless possibilities.
"Tokiyomi"
I am the keeper of ages,
don't confuse me for story-teller
for the instances I narrate are as real as they could be,
(chuckle)
I know, you must be curious, confused,
"What even is this story about"
you might ask
"philosophy? thriller? or something else?"
you are here to listen, and I am here to tell
for this story,
it doesn't talk of death, or destruction
it is the breath of the universe itself
Far away, a house is visible. The time of evening, a mother sits in the balcony, her child, asleep peacefully in the cradle next to her. Her eyes are moist, but what they hold is not sorrow, but a much deeper emotion. Hope, a gentle breeze brushes against her hair, as if mother nature, herself is caressing them with a loving gesture.
the dawn of a new era, begins—
it is yet to be seen, what it holds for the timeless.
Simple beginnings, simple yet graceful,
they are what last
as long as those who cherish them remain,
after every end, there will be a new beginning
My pleasure..