I'm back with another Dark Dawn story, despite believing my first would also be my last.
Post-DD, the Apollo Lens has just been fired and they've left tonfon, it's about 1 day after they descended from Apollo Sanctum. I'll try to have more details than my first story...
Matthew looked around. Corpses... everywhere. He realized he was in Champa, or what was left of it, the houses used to fuel the fires that was Obabas only protection. Eoleo was approaching from the distance, with a grim expression.
"Hard to believe." The pirate said. "That I was saved by the very man who is responsible for all this."
What? No Eoleo, I'm not- Matthew wanted to say, but any attempts was futile: while normally a man of few words, now he suddenly was unable to speak at all.
Eoleo faded, as did Champa. A dream? But Matthew had little time to consider it, as a new vision appeared before him. He was in Ayuthay, in the room King Paithos was sleeping in. Amiti stood at his side.
"I thought better of you, Matthew." What? "My uncle is dying, and it's your fault..." No, no I didn't mean to...
His pleas for understanding fell on deaf ears, or he couldn't talk like before. Regardless, the image disappeared, and now he was in Kaocho. The corpses were of both civilians and soldiers, most likely those that had occupied Ayuthay before the Grave Eclipse.
"How could you allow this?" He heard from behind. Turning around, he saw Himi. "While King Wo was powerhungry to the point of madness, and the people of Kaocho following him believeing he was right, they didn't deserve this, so why didn't you stop it from happening?"
Himi, I tried! I swear I tried! As he tried to yell, there was naught but silence. And the terrain shifted again, to his home at the Goma Plateau. His father, Isaac, stood before him with a sad expression.
"Is this what I trained you for? So that you would murder civilians? Slaugher armies? I'm disappointed in you, Matthew" Father please, let me explain! "Begone, you are no son of mine!"
And then he was in Belinsk. And understanding the connection, he feared the worst...
"Matthew?" By the Ancients, please, anything but this... "What did I ever do to you, Matthew?"
What? Sveta, what do you...? "All I wanted was to help, yet you doomed my people and killed my brother. Do you hate me so much that you want to take everything away from me?" NO, Sveta I lov-
Then he was in Kalay. Tyrell, Karis, Rief and Kraden all stood in front of him, with expressions revealing nothing but disappointment. One after another, they turned their backs on him, walking away. Rief, Kraden, wait! Karis, Tyrell, please don't leave me... Please, I couldn't have known...
"Of course not" He heard from above. Arcanus! This is YOUR fault! Matthew yelled despite no sound escaping his lips. "Mine? Please, how can it possibly be my fault? All I did was help you out with getting the Roc Feather, and then you helped me out in return... willingly or not" ARCANUS! Matthew lunged at him, ready to pierce him with the Sol Blade. Yet when he almost hit him, Arcanus disappeared, and left in his place was...Sveta! He dropped the sword immediately, and caught her in his arms before she fell to the ground. No, please, not this! Anything but this! He tried casting Potent Cure, but his psynergy was gone. And his Djinni didn't respond. He felt her life fading, until her hands dropped to the ground, her breathing stopped. NOOOOO!
He awoke with a start. He was sweating like he had been in Lamakan Desert for hours, which was widely considered the hottest desert in Weyard. He had to get some fresh air. Any attempts to sleep now, after that nightmare, would be a waste of time, anyhow. As he rose from the bed, he finally recognized the room: it was his private room in Eoleos ship. Right. We -or Volechek- fired the Apollo Lens yesterday. He dressed quickly and went outside the room, walking along the corridor.
He stopped outside Svetas room, thinking about his feelings for her. Ridicioulus. I'm the cause of a lot of her suffering. Her home, in ruins. Her people, almost extinct. Her brother... And yet I have the nerve to be so madly in love with her. Continuing through the corridor, he went up above deck, not realizing the door he had just stood at creaked open.
Hmm, a first chapter for a story I have no idea how many chapters i'll make for. Maybe one, maybe twelve, we'll see...