Right so, yeah. Since I'm such a lazy , I've decided I'll just stick to short drabbles, vignettes, and shorter variations of FF. Here's the first of which. R & R si?
Edit: I have half a mind to delete this chapter because it just sucks so much hard balls, so don't take this one as seriously as the rest. Lol.
"So, who'd have bet that it'd turn out this way right? Aesir?"
The crimson sunset stained the skies before him as he chuckled at his friend's jibe. The acrid air stung his nostrils as he inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of battle. Exhaling sharply he stood and turned to face his comrade in arms.
"You know, we should've seen this coming. After all, we've been killing monsters left and right for how long now? Years? Decades? Millennia? It'd only have been so long before it would come back and bite us in the ass," he responded.
His friend merely nodded solemnly as his smile faded from his face. The air was thick with emotions—hate, love, anguish, excitement—all practically tangible. They felt as though they could easily slice through it with a blade, and truthfully would have felt much better if they could slay it like a monster. At least then it'd be something they knew how to do, but as it were, they withstood the tension as best as one could.
"Fucking shit, I hate this you know that? I hate having to kill for a living. But what I hate more is being stuck here, useless while everybody else is running around trying to do what we could easily finish ourselves. You and me both know that we could finish this right now. We could kill that god damned Horntail-what-chya-ma-calls-it before any more lives are lost," his friend whispered, breaking the silence.
"Yeah. Yeah I know." Aesir held out his palm as a small gray flake floated down from the heavens. Clenching his hand, he crushed the ash, and let it blow off into the distance. He stared as it disappeared.
"Why the hell aren't we doing something?" His friend screamed, a lonely howl echoing off the burnt landscape around him. The charred bones, grinning skulls, and decayed rubble seems to mock his misery by reiterating his scream, over and over again into infinity and back. Aesir kicked a burnt spear, contemplating his answer.
"We can end this right now. Just you and me Aesir. Come on. Please." His friend begged.
Aesir paused. "You know we can die doing this right," he asked.
"Hah, when haven't we been in the risk of dying."
Aesir smirked. "Why my dear lad, I believe we were rather safe drinking ale a while back before this all started."
"Oh sure, that's excluding the murderous band of thieves that came after us when you drunkenly kicked the ring leader in the nuts right?" His friend laughed.
"Of course," Aesir chuckled. His friend sobered up and stared at Aesir. Aesir's smile faded again, replaced by a grim frown.
"It is all coming to an end," his friend said.
"Well then, lets see how far we get before it all comes crashing down around us eh? If we die trying to save the world, then at least we tried."
"We won't fail. Haven't before, so let's not start now."
Aesir nodded and clenched his friend's tunic, and squinted his eyes as he stared at what may be the last sunset he ever saw. His friend uttered the words of power, formed the sigil, and the last thing he saw before they teleported was the stained skull of Athena, grinning up at him in pride.