Things Change

I stood atop of a large cliff, overlooking the war below. Billions of evil monsters against hundreds of brave heroes and heroines. I stand atop of this cliff and ask…

"Why?"

I remember the days long passed, back in the… Golden Age, I suppose you could call it. Atleast, my Golden Age.

I felt my lips turn into a smile, but it quickly disappeared.

I remember those days when being a hero was easy, before I thought so much about, back when I was a Dragonlord.

…But things change, people, places, everything changes. The memories of blood and tears enter my mind as I heard a clap of thunder from above my head, and felt a pelt of rain.

"Its over, Sepulchure."

"No…" the evil doer whispered, gazing up to the clouds as rain fell from the heavens. His armor was broken, and blood covered his bruised body. "It is never over…Universal…the Universal War."

"What are you babbling about?" Alex asked, walking forward, his black 'emo' style hair moving in the wind.

"Forever… It is forever… Evil always finds a way… Evil will always exist, because good cannot win over evil forever… Good will die out, and Evil will be the sole survivor…" Sepulchure whispered.

"Heroes will appear. Even after me."

"You fool. It is the never-ending cycle. Heroes will be there, but Evil will always have the power to infect. To overwhelm. Battle not the monster, lest you become the monster… and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you!" Sepulchure laughed. (1)

"Good will be there! We'll find a way!" Alex screamed, but he knew part of him knew Sepulchure spoke the truth. Evil always finds a way.

"It is always good men who do the most harm in the world. Heroes may have found a cure for most evils; but it has found no remedy for the worst of them all, the apathy of the living." (2 and 3)

"He was right about one thing. Evil infects, even the greatest of heroes," I whispered as I jumped form the cliff and landed in the middle of the war zone. A wave of black magic shot out of my body as dozens of evil monsters were killed in the resulting shockwave.

"Who are you?" a Monster asked.

Suddenly a black tentacle ripped out of the ground and grabbed and crushed the monster its grasp. I took a few steps forward and looked at him.

"I am Alexander… the Necromancer. Tell your Master the Devourer this. You will not harm anyone here, so long as I live," I explained as he threw the Monster high into the air. "Come and face your destruction!" I ordered as millions of monsters charged at him.

"Alex."

"Artix."

"…I suppose I should thank you for the help."

"You would've won eventually," I said, stepping on top of a monster's dead corpse. "But you're welcome."

"…How long has it been?"

"How long has what been?"

"Since the last time you just cam back to BattleOn and we just talked with the rest of the gang? Your friends miss you, and girls are starting two," Artix smiled as I jumped off the dead beast.

"Four years, eight months, twelve days, seven hours, twenty nine minutes, and eighteen seconds."

"…"

"I've been counting."

"Do you want to know where we're planning to attack the Devourer nex-?"

"I know already. See ya there," I said as he walked away, as the sun slowly rose into the sky. "I'll alway be there," I whispered as I put his black hood on and walked through the barren battlezone.

Sigh... The more things change, the more they stay the same, I thought as my black cape glided thanks to the wind.

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1: That's Friedrich Nietzsche's quote.

2: Hannah Arendt's quote with some editing

3: That's Helen Keller quote with some editing