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Tragic's Wake
Break The Silence
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He walks ahead through dark shrouded paths. Never seeing where he’s going just going, stumbling on roots of trees hung thick with vines struggling to see sun glimpses that never come in this cursed land. Walking, hands as eyes grasping vision out of darkness choking. Suddenly vision returns as out of fog steps this one. He looks drinking in the sight like a parched man quaffs water. The sight was not of pleasant fields or a warm welcoming hearth, but of a great split cleaved in the earth. It reached out from one horizon to the next unbroken in it’s length. He set his gaze to peer across the width of this earthbound sword stroke to see her. Her form sat apart in the darkness, illuminating it just from mere existence. Her gaze swept across the distance and landed upon his eyes. Sudden purpose filled his tired frame as he knew she was the quest. A blessed hope descended upon a blighted land.
He walked till he stood directly across from her. She looked upon him and her gaze was a physical thing. He could feel her eyes journey across his features. He needed to go to her, to fall at her feet and weep from the sheer weight of the feeling that her presence evoked. But the great divide still yawned wide between them. Mocking the feelings of this one and defeating his purpose new found. He cursed this vast cleft and flung insults into its depth where the darkness swallowed them without feeling. He looked to her and she opened her arms towards him beckoning him come forth. He looked down and then to her. Her eyes fixed his with needful stare. He then took reason and tossed it aside stepping out into nothing. Air caught his wayward step and took hold, anchoring him to nothing. He stepped again and again walking a fools path across dangers unknown. His gaze slipped from hers to the vast dark below. Shadows scrambled from the hole. The host of Hell vomited up spilling like pus from a wound. The grasped at his feet, needle claws of ice shot cold through his veins as death circled over head desiring this new flesh for his collection. His hand took hold of his sword as he prepared to fight all the demons of the underworld before they would deny him his purpose. He glanced up at her to gain strength and saw hope in her eyes. He knew then what he must do. He released his sword, not needing it’s keen edge here. He drew in this hope and purpose found new in this dead place and stepped again and again. He trod upon the serpents of Hell as a stair case to her. They howled in impotent rage as his boots crushed their heads. Then suddenly with a familiar softer sound his feet landed upon ground blessed with the presence of her.
He walked to her and made to fall to her feet as intended, but was blocked by her arms. He looked at her eyes and they shined with tears shed from love at this one. She wanted not worship, not to be adored from below. She wanted him to be at her side. He knew now what he always knew and now step by step the one walked towards a future lit with hope, purpose, and love.
