Hello fellow readers and writers ^^. Just so you know: this is my really first fanfiction ever and even the first story I've written in english. English isn't my first language, so there may be some mistakes. But I've given my very best and hope you'll still enjoy my little story. Feedback is welcome, have fun!
Dark eyes, that have lost their hot, burning fury gazed into the pitch black nothingness. Caius sat there, on the cold cobble stone ground. To his right a big sword. Rammed into the thick stone floor. From the outside he seemed calm. With no sign of emotion on his blank face. The guardian of this doomed realm looked just like an empty shell. Left behind from the very last bit of his remorseful soul. In reality he fought an inner battle. It was a mess. Like a mass of riving snakes, chocking and eating each others alive. He couldn't take it any longer and yet he had to live on. For the new world to go on, for the dead that needed a shepherd in the desolated wastelands of this dark realm. For the many Yeuls that yearned for his freedom, for the many Yeuls that yearned for his company and for those Yeuls that wanted to ease his endless pain.
Taking a deep breath Caius rose his stiff body from the dusty ground, while the cold breeze played with his violet, adorned hair. The hand-crafted pearls and metal fragments chimed in the cold breath of death like one of these old, pulsian wind chimes. The disturbing, thick scent of Chaos flooded his nostrils. It was disgusting, jet he didn't frown. It was like the ancient warrior hadn't enough energy for any emotion. It was consumed by this eternal war that raged within his clouded mind. He could remember how in old times he sometimes wished to go down with the sun. To just disappear. Caius couldn't bear it any more.
The guardians right, rough hand grabbed the handle of his broad, chaotic looking weapon. So much memories were connected to it. Caius pulled Ragnarök out, with an powerful force, leaving dust and little splinters of dark stone behind. The sound what it made, while being pulled out was awful. Yet the amethyst haired warrior didn't really care for this scratching noise. Next to the fresh "wound" that he carved into the floor, were countless more. It was like the tall man didn't even leave his guard just one time after the beginning of the new world. The new world without gods.
Oh how did he wish to go back on earth, while the whispers of thousands of Yeuls tinged in his ears. It made him nearly mad. All this pressure, unbearable. Caius heaved the rather large broadsword over his head and put it on his nearly stiff back. It wasn't really that heavy for himself. The purple haired guardian got used to its weight. Letting a little sigh go, he turned around. One of many Yeuls stood right before him. Even though she looked like all the other girls, Caius could say which of these poor, little beings was standing in front of him. The one that liked flowers.
"You wish to be with them, don't you?", the young woman with the hair of bright sapphires asked calmly. Her voice had a gloomy touch. Like it was tormented by endless sorrow and deep anchored pain. As the eternal guardian raised his dark voice to answer the seeress's, her moss green eyes fell upon the little flower that she was holding in her slender hands. It had white petals and a long, slender stem. Caius choked on the answer. Didn't want to say even one word. "Sure you do. Poor you.", Yeul brought the beautiful plant up to her eye level. "And you will. You will go.", a sad smile appeared on the seeress's pale lips. "You should be happy, until your afterlife. We will meet again.", her words struck him like thunder. "Yeul-", the chaotic warriors words broke off. A sudden pain burned deep in his chest, like someone impaled his heart with an hot iron. Gasping frantic for precious air, Caius pressed his his right hand on his broad breast. Right there, where his heart found its place. "What are you...", the tall warrior took a few steps back. Yeul followed him, her fragile hand stretched out for Caius. As it touched his torso, the fire in the agonized mans heart spread out. Diffused itself in his blood. "I'm doing what has to be done. I'll end your torment.", the veiled girls voice whispered in his head, while he took another step towards the stony edge behind him. Just to stumble and fall backwards into the pitch black abyss.
His sight went black while he reached his left arm out for Yeul. This couldn't be. Caius didn't want to leave his seeress behind. He was her pledged guardian. The need to return to her was all he could think of while the darkness around him tugged on his body. It felt like this dark force had the intention to tear him apart. Agony emerged on his tanned face. Physical pain rushed through his body, like someone tried to rip his still beating heart out. The purple eyed warrior tried to scream, but he couldn't. As he opened his mouth something cold flooded it. It was soft, like water. In this very moment he realized that he wasn't caught in the eternal darkness anymore. Bitter cold water surrounded his nearly shivering body. Opening his eyes he was able to see a light. Caius gazed at it like it was the most beautiful thing on this world. He even raised his right arm and tried to reach for it. Without success. Frustrated he wanted to withdraw his hand, but something grasped his wrist. A slim, feminine looking hand.