Today, I am going to fly.
I am going to spread my wings, close these blue sapphire orbs that are my eyes, and feel the wind in my hair as I soar.
Why?
Because I want to force my feet to take the first steps into the unknown, instead of letting time have its way with me. Because I want to let go of all the responsibilities, the worries, the memories, the pain…
I can see it all now. The blood. Saturos and Menardi's corpses, slain by my hand. The trail of destruction, corpses and entrails left in my wake as I staggered my terrible way across the world.
I'm no leader. I'm no courageous warrior. I'm no worthy Venus Adept.
I'm a murderer. And that is why…
I want to soar.
I want to spread the wings I don't have, and let the wind take me where it will. I want freedom. I want a resolution. I want peace.
I want…closure…
The others probably know by now. My note can only have gone unnoticed for so long. Perhaps now they are frantically searching, trekking their way across the world, before they realise what my words mean, and where I will leave the nest. They will plead, they will try to clip my wings; but they must not stop me. I must fly. I will fly.
They must know where I am by now. The only place where I can really feel at peace; my home away from home, the roost for everyone like me.
Down south, past all manner of terrain; plains, woods, deserts, mountains.
The Lighthouse.
My Lighthouse.
I can feel its warmth flow through me, strengthening both my body and my resolve. The walls hum with my element as I drift past them, tied down to the earth which lends its strength to me.
Strength. I always had it. But no will, no courage to direct it. Just a blade in my hand, Psynergy in my being, and hundreds of slain beings in my wake.
The blood. It is everywhere. On my hands. My sword. My face. The world around me. Each and every drop spilled coldly and cruelly, all in the name of a quest that was the exact polar opposite of what we should have done.
It's everywhere…oh god, why did…they look up to me, but…oh god the blood it's everywhere I can't stop the memories the killing and hacking and slashing and tearing and-
But no longer. I am at the top.
The apex before the fall.
That moment of manic joy before horrible despair.
The place where I can finally escape…
I push them all to the back of my mind. My reasons for despair will not affect me much longer. One foot after another, I trudge across the aerie.
There. The deep well of the beacon is behind me; the four statues around it silent as the stone they were carved from.
No voices. Nothing holding me back. I breathe. I smile.
Voices. Desperate, pleading.
They have caught up with me. They plead. They cry. They try to help.
I cast them a sad look. Why must they try and stop me from flying?
I turn back towards the edge. It beckons me.
I follow. My arms rise up, spread like the wings I wish I had.
And I fly.
The wind roars.
The world is a blur.
The ground rises up…
And I am still.
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Today, I was going to fly.
And now, I have flown…