Something to keep me writing while trying to figure out how to finish up chapter three of Broken Dawn.
Disclaimer: All characters and events, save the original which comprises the plot, mentioned within this drabble are copyright to Capcom.
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The whole lot of it was muddled and ugly.
He was far too familiar with this situation, now. They had been lied to--deceived, by the one they had called "Master". Not the one who had created the three, not their father, but the one who had slipped in during his absence and taken over. The one too young and impressionable to understand what it was their true master had been striving for. And now... Now the world he and his siblings had fought to repair had fallen even more in to disrepair.
Ragnarok had struck.
He beheld the crater with indifference, though he knew that, in some way, this had been his fault. He was partially responsible for this. He should have known that something was horribly amiss the day it had been commanded so coldly that Zero was to be eliminated. His father had held the blond repliroid in such high regard and thought of him with such compassion... He should have known.
But now the sage was proven a fool. Not even a wiseman who spent his spare time reading to enrich his knowledge deciphered the puzzle in time to prevent the Heavens' fall.
And indeed, Heaven had fallen.
Neo Arcadia, a place of peace amidst a blood-stained world, had fallen to the use of genocide and tyranny. The one safe haven in a world he had sought to purify, alongside his sister and brother, had fallen to such despicable causes. The rape of the city-state pained him, such deplorable villains that had contorted its once lovely face in to one of agonizing pain, constantly screaming to the sky with a gaping maw. As though pleading, begging the question: "Why did you abandon me?"
How had this not been so glaringly obvious? It was ridiculous how plain it was to see, now! Had loyalty blinded him so completely!? Of course it had. It was loyalty that blinded them all. That encouraged them to give the imposter the benefit of the doubt. Blind acceptance. Blind faith. It was a reprehensible thing, the more he considered it. And they had allowed that blindfold to be tied over their eyes. That paved the way for deception. That... that led to this disaster.
This Ragnarok.
But...
A gloved hand reached up to the sky, as though reaching for a hand lowering to him. A hand none could see but he, for he was using more than just his eyes. A look of serenity crossed over the sage's face as he reflected on something he had been told what felt to be so very long ago.
"Though commonly expressed as a bringer of death, that is not the harpy's solitary role. They are also said to be the ones to bring life through the wind."
He clutched the air where the hand should have been, holding tightly, silently vowing to the world. To the illusionist. To his siblings. To the warrior. To himself.
To the world.
To the angel who had so abruptly left them.
I will repair this world. I will breathe life back in to it. No matter how long it takes.