Why Fight When You Can't Be Born?
Why do you resist?
Because it is my choice!
I slashed through the damning darkness that surrounded me as I worked my way up the silver stair.
Why do you choose to fight when you can never be born?
Because I CAN be born, and i will never give up my struggle, i must prevail, I will prevail because if i do not there is nothing else for me!
Such spirit...the darkness shall break you.
I kept running up the stair, step after step after endless step, the stair seemed never to end, and that door at the top always seeming to get close and then shrink away, trying to crush my spirit.
You will not end my struggle, it will become my all consuming reality!
Fool. You have no conception of what your struggle is, birth is something your chosen for. You were not, so you will die, no you will never be born, so you may never have the chance to die, you will always run up this endless stair, hopelessly contemplating your entry into a world that will always pass you by.
You know nothing of me!
I am you, foolish spirit.
Then you to are a foolish spirit.
I climbed faster, forcing the door to grow and become closer as my legs carried me towards it. I was now holding a silver blade, a standard broad sword of sorts, it had become my soul, my weapon, the extention of my dream, soon to become a reality.
Your life will never be, you will never be, I will never be, WE will never exist.
Close your mouth, foolish wretch, you will not blind me with your liquid impudence!
But I have blinded you, you have become tired, your arm has become heavy with the wielding of that sword, it will be the end of you, fool.
My name is not fool, wretched ghost!
You have no name, fool is the title that every non existent being has assigned to you, you are alone in your struggle and so your dream will also never be, reality has no tolerance for such a puny soul, your courage will end you.
I have a name, damned spirit!
Humor me, fool.
I grew close now, close enough to touch. I reached out with my cloaked hand, nearly touching the handle. But I could not bring my hand close enough, the stair of the brightest luster collapsed below me and my hand grabbed only air as I fell, fell for ages down the stair I had climbed for an eternity, but I would not fall forever. I finally hit ground, and i hit hard, skidding across the silver floor, grasping my sword tightly.
Ha, fool, see now? your struggle is futile, you have no name, you will never be born!
I gripped my blade and raised my broken body from the floor, staring at the stair, seemingly endless with a door at the top that seemed an eternity away, and with a burning determination present in my non existent heart and soul, I spoke.
"My name is Tamren."