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Summary: No matter how hard he fought it the glue kept coming undone...
Fractured
By: the critical blow
He couldn't stand this.
This couldn't be happening.
He was supposed to be strong.
He was supposed to be in control.
This could not be happening to him...
He was the master of his on destiny. If that was true then why did he have no control any more. He was a nobody now, a nobody that had once been a somebody. He was the shadow of a man that had once existed. A man that had accomplished things. A man who had a life. What that man had done in that life, however, he didn't know.
Did he have a family? Had he had any offspring? A wife? Or had he simply lived alone.
What sort of work had he done?
Was he a scholar or hard laborer or homeless?
He could no longer remember who he once was. All he could remember was his name. Just his first name.
Dilan.
Little good it did him now but he supposed it was better than nothing. The moment he's awakened he'd been in this place, this organization, this order... He'd had no time to wander about and try to find things out for himself, he was simply given a cloak and whisked away by his comrades to follow their leader and his noble ideals. And he had despite the fact that they weren't really any closer to humanity than when they originally started.
He'd become stronger and strived to make a name for himself. Ever so carefully picked up the shattered pieces of his lost life and glued them back together again to become the man he was today: Xaldin, number 3 of the 13th Order. He was the whirlwind of 6 spears. He'd done so much in his time in the order, become so much stronger, there weren't many foolish enough to challenge his authority except for the Superior and Saix.
He was a somebody now.
I am a somebody... I am a somebody. I am a somebody. I am a somebody...
Then why do he still feel like a nobody?
Xaldin laid in a crumpled looking heap on the floor chocking back a sob. He may have put this life together with the fractured shards of his last one but it would never truly be his last one. He'd lost too many pieces to the darkness. He was still incomplete. And from the look of things... he'd always be.
The glue was coming undone... and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It would only be a matter of time before the crystaline facade cracked and fractured so badly that not even the Superior's glue of empty promises could put him back together again.
He wasn't strong at all.
I am a somebody...
He was not in control.
I am... somebody...
It was all a lie.
I...
The glue was coming undone...
I am nobody...
And so Xaldin cried.
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A/N: Meh... Hope you guys liked it. O.o -scuttles away-
Review if you like, don't if you don't.
- the critical blow