Hello there! This is my first Fanfiction that I've submitted to this site, so please be kind! This poem centres around Caius and his feelings toward Yeul, plus being a Guardian and his treatment by the people of Paddra.
This is only my interpretation of him (and is a tad cheesy), so you can take it with a grain of salt, if you wish! The moment I saw Caius and Yeul in the opening scenes' of the game, I viewed their relationship in a romantic manner. And I really fell in love with the characters' as their back-story was revealed, and wanted to write about it. Without further adieu here it is, and thank you for taking the time to read it!
The Unseen World
Home is a place you can go back to
No matter what's been altered or torn from you
Amassed knowledge is a cogent double-edged sword that lies at my thigh
All recalling
War and capture
Civilizations
Grim downfalls
Emotions of past failures and things that cannot change
No matter how much you will it to
Aggressiveness buzzing in my mind like a haze
Maddening almost
I'm above the "circle"
So much more advantageous
Dominate over all who have tried otherwise
But I'm not so naïve as to not know that being "Blessed with favour" or
"Having eyes that see all"
Ultimately makes you liable to being shunned from society
From your own coven
I am no better treated than the misfits
Those that dwell in the inky shadows of events re-past
Is the only person most beloved to me
Meant to eternally pay for my crimes in blood?
My charge
The Seeress I was tasked to guard
I let you seep through me slowly like a sweet poison
Distracting me from my one goal
Countless partings
To carry your listless body through the echoes of Etro's temple
Watch you fade away into fragments
To mix in the hues of time
Bites and cuts into my spirit and pride
In its wake a hollow emptiness
But knowing I can never stop it
The fact that I am the ultimate cause of such a vicious cycle of death and re-birth
Slashes, rips and tears at me
An endless
And relentless
Finality
Like shards of glass piercing
My skull and mind at busting point, such a sharp sensation!
The emptiness of being always solitary could never beat out of me such a bitter ache
Bringing unchecked tears to glide and whisper
secret unheard-of things
I will endure
Because I never had a choice
And there is no "haven" for me now