The End

by SongoftheDarquePhoenix

It is the end. The last man standing thinks about the war and why. Magic erases its previous error. Badly written, read at your own risk.

The End

By: Song

It was the end. It had ended. The war had ended. It was over. The past. Gone. Done. A bad memory.

But a memory that haunted the edges of all thought.

Ready to start anew.

But there was so much death.

Blood. Bodies. Everywhere.

Everything was dead.

The spies. The enemies. The allies. The traitors. The world.

Who had really won?

Was it worth all this?

To be the last one standing?

Why had he fallowed this predicted path?

Philosophy.

It was all meant to happen.

In a light like the setting sun, he was gone.

It was over. The past. Gone. Done. Just a memory.

Just a memory that haunted the edges of all thought.

Beginning to start anew.

This was rather challenging, making it short and simple enough to leave things open, but bring it to a close as well. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for your time, and please review!