Disclaimer: I do not own COTT
I really am sorry for this story.
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It was raining.
I sat at the gates, cross-legged and staring blankly at the droplets of water that ran down the windows. I came to say goodbye. he didn't know i was there. I watched from a distance. He didn't look back. This world had destroyed me. I could no longer watch what it was doing to him.
And soon he would be so far from New Olympia.
So young and reckless, we were powerful and brave. We had charged head first into a world so very different from all that we had ever known. There had been seven of us. The war that was our existence had changed us and now we were to far gone to be counted as alive.
It should have been the final battle but it had ignited within us a burning flame that spread until our minds were tainted with poisonous thoughts.
And we couldn't be together anymore.
And soon he would be so far from New Olympia.
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A rage spread over the hillside. Seven heroes had been foretold to destroy the God of Time and there they stood, united with weapons drawn, staring down at the shrivelled form finally about to be vanquished. On the count of their leader they had charged and as one they struck. Their combined force had held a strength and passion that imbued them with a different kind of force and when it was employed there was nothing left. And the world as they knew it was destroyed.
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Spirit is hard to recover. how could we live in what we had become. We had locked ourselves in our own worlds as a way of getting by.
Odie was the first to leave and then one by one the others followed. Neil, Herry, Theresa, Jay until we were the only ones left. We stood together. Tried to love, to live.
But I had changed and Archie was no longer who he used to be.
And so we come to today.
And soon he will be so far from New Olympia.
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I used to love this place but now the summer days are so long. Too long. The faces i walk past every day grow more and more distant until they blend into the one I wish I could see more than anything. Five years is a long time to be alone. But solitude is what i need. Loneliness is what i deserve.
I stop at the gates. Those same gates I walk through every day. There is something different, something new.
Someone is standing by the gravestones. The five graves I come to every day.
I stop short but he hears me and turns.
That face.
A rage spread within me. Seven heroes had been foretold to destroy the God of Time and there they made their final stand. On the count of their leader they had charged and as one they struck. Their combined force had held a strength and passion that imbued them with a different kind of force and when it was employed there was nothing left. And the seven had defeated the titan king. but the cost was greater than any of them could have expected. And in the wake of tragedy came blame. He didn't speak. I didn't breathe. Yet when he came forward and I let him hold me like i used to wish he would.
"Why did we survive." His whispered.
Everyone is gone. It is just the two of us.
He held me and we cried.
We were too young.