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Motive
Everything was falling. Burning. Melting. And yet, it was not. Harsh reality peels away the layers of decadence and excuse. Raw, vicious force will always prevail , no matter the covering. Lost on the world…
… Before it's end.
The city was burning. The ground caught fire. Sweet deception flowed over the ruining, bathing human and charr alike in an ephemeral glow. The king reflected upon the destruction wrought by the savagery marching from the north. Hate. Anger. These things he felt not for the charr. No, he felt these emotions for his own. His "Kin." Semblance of family, he thought, should not be granted to deceivers and malevolent demons such as he. The charr, he reflected, were not always the blanket of hate, shielding a severed prosperity. The severing of said happening in the time of the first men of Tyria. The charr…
Long before human settlement in the land they called Ascalon, other creatures lived in harmony with Nature, harvesting nothing and partaking sparingly of its bounty. Magic soaked the surreal existence, coating the land finer than oil. A magic ancient. Daring. Gleeful. Mischievous. This took the form of Gaia herself, presenting the harmonic landscape unimaginable beauty. Before the end…
The end. Such an exquisite phrase. Used and yet, not used, for every small detail, the tiniest thing. The true "End" becomes abnormal. Odd. A trick question. Paradoxical in its entirety, Never fully expressed, and yet, always experienced.
The end. Ascalon City burned. It's people screamed, begging for death. The charr roaring in bloodlust, having at long last achieved their goal. The guards shouting commands, realizing even as they do so it is fruitless. They keep coming. They do not stop. They march the march of Fury. They cry the dirge of Anguish. They breathe the scathing relief of vengeance. The charr became hideous. Monstrous aberrations of existence. Experiencing emotions never meant to touch these lands. Pity. Remorse. Sadness. These emotions, Adelbern felt for the feline warriors destroying his once "perfect" kingdom.
A cub frolicking through the meadows. It's mother chasing after it. The father playing with its sibling under the shade of a tree. So surreal… Before it's end.