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Of Masters and Servants
It was a silent agreement, between the two, a silent understanding. That of the two Servants, only one was to decide which of the two Master's would be the victor. Whose ideals would win, and who would command power over the world. The Servant could serve either one, they could see it in the eyes, the equal amount of love and devotion directed at both. But as time passed, as the silent struggle between the Masters commenced, it began to become obvious who the Servant would choose. This didn't change the fact that, despite everything, after the chosen Master of Spirits died, the other Master of Humans tried, reaching out a hand the Master attempted to lure the Servant to their side. For, despite the agreement, or, perhaps due to it, the Master of Humans found the conviction in the Servant's eyes to alluring to hold the hand back for one who could possibly never return.
At that moment it was possible the Servant could have been won over, the slight rift in the heart seeking solace from another Master's touch, another Master's command, but the offering was interrupted, the moment lost. And thus the second Servant, the Broken Servant, came into play. And though the Master of Humans knew this Broken Servant was not of the same quality as the Servant, the Master still sought to win, for neither of the Master's where the type to give into fate, even if they knew it was inevitable, they would fight until they had nothing left. And that is why the Servants followed them, so willingly, so honestly, so…desperately. For neither one had the ability to fight on their own, to survive.
But with their Master, ah, they were unstoppable. And the Servant, unattainable to the Master of Humans, fought and struggled amongst a thorny path to the Master of Spirit's side, never once giving up on the chance to return to the rightful command of the Master. And the Master of Spirits, empowered by the Servant's loyalty and strength, returned to the battlefield.
And thus the battle between the two Masters commenced. And the Servants, one Broken the other Stitched, fought by their respective Masters sides, giving them power beyond mans' wildest dreams.
In the end, the Broken Servant and the Master of Humans lost, falling to the power of the Servant and Master of Spirits. But, this did not bring joy to the winners, for the Master and Servant where to be separated, for, perhaps, all eternity. And this brought the Master of Spirits to tears, just as it broke the Servants heart once more. But, forcing a smile, the two, with the Broken Servant and Master of Humans gazing sadly upon their backs, whispered silent promises of an eventuality that may never come. For a Servant could never survive without the command of the Master, and the Master could never thrive without the loyalty of the Servant, and so they promised, silently, pleadingly, brokenly, that they would meet again, and that, that, was all the hope they had.
With hand's torn apart at last Master and Servant had to survive alone, a struggle almost certain to consume them, but they struggled nonetheless, and they used any means necessary, even the help of the Broken Servant and Master of Humans, in order to allow one single shred of hope to survive, one day, one day, they would meet again. And nothing, nothing was going to stop that from happening…
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alright, I've just finished playing Tales of Xillia and this is what came to mind. I'm not sure where I want to go with this, but I do know what I want to explore. Alas, as of right now I'm uncertain if I wish to continue, perhaps a few reviews may help change that...
