Author's Note: Again, written in the middle of the night.
Disclaimer: Ragnarok is owned by Lee Myung-jin and Gravity.
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Till Death Do Us Part
The bard played as though ragnarok was near. His hand moved crazily, fine powder rising from the strings of his instrument. The bow slowed down gradually, a high-pitched sound pervading the area. His only audience was lying on the ground, staring at the velvet sky. The bard looked unconcerned that his audience showed little emotion. He gently laid down his violin.
"You never appreciated me, Andhra," the bard told his companion bitterly.
Andhra said nothing, preferring to gaze at the full moon.
"And of life and love
And of realizations
That love and life
Is all but nothing
And of idle minds
That do no evil
I plead to all
Hearken my song," the bard sang to his audience.
"You still don't care, do you?" the bard told Andhra.
Andhra stayed in place still, unmoving and cold.
"I could never understand why you turned me away, my love. I tried to give you all you wanted. I played my best songs for you. I don't understand how you could prefer that knight to me?"
The bard approached Andhra, his face downcast. The female magician's clothes were besmirched, her hair was matted with blood. Her wand was at her side, lying uselessly. The bard smiled grimly and stared beyond the trees. A Knight was standing straight and tall, seemingly guarding the forest and all who dwell in it. For some reason the bard chuckled darkly.
"That's right, Sir Ronald. Stand for what you believe in."
The bard aimed his bow at the Knight's body. His arrow flew and joined the five silver arrows pinning the Knight to the tree. He aimed a fire arrow for the Knight's heart and released. The arrow flew straight and true.
"I guess you fell for the fire of his love," the bard told Andhra darkly, eyeing her sadly.
Then, the bard smiled once more. An arrow appeared in his hand. He hesitated, anticipating the single decisive moment. He loaded his bow and aimed. He looked back at the Knight, then at Andhra. He looked back at the Knight.
"Sir Ronald didn't put up too much of a fight. Neither did you when I strangled the both of you," he smirked.
The bard looked in shock as his hand slipped. Then, he smiled happily. The arrow pierced through Andhra's heart. The bard never looked back again. He picked up his violin and slipped away into the woods, singing.
"Never again will I love
This flame consumes
Too much, too little
Till death do them part
Yet not even in death."
"You never appreciated me, Andhra," the bard told his companion bitterly.
Andhra said nothing, preferring to gaze at the full moon.
"And of life and love
And of realizations
That love and life
Is all but nothing
And of idle minds
That do no evil
I plead to all
Hearken my song," the bard sang to his audience.
"You still don't care, do you?" the bard told Andhra.
Andhra stayed in place still, unmoving and cold.
"I could never understand why you turned me away, my love. I tried to give you all you wanted. I played my best songs for you. I don't understand how you could prefer that knight to me?"
The bard approached Andhra, his face downcast. The female magician's clothes were besmirched, her hair was matted with blood. Her wand was at her side, lying uselessly. The bard smiled grimly and stared beyond the trees. A Knight was standing straight and tall, seemingly guarding the forest and all who dwell in it. For some reason the bard chuckled darkly.
"That's right, Sir Ronald. Stand for what you believe in."
The bard aimed his bow at the Knight's body. His arrow flew and joined the five silver arrows pinning the Knight to the tree. He aimed a fire arrow for the Knight's heart and released. The arrow flew straight and true.
"I guess you fell for the fire of his love," the bard told Andhra darkly, eyeing her sadly.
Then, the bard smiled once more. An arrow appeared in his hand. He hesitated, anticipating the single decisive moment. He loaded his bow and aimed. He looked back at the Knight, then at Andhra. He looked back at the Knight.
"Sir Ronald didn't put up too much of a fight. Neither did you when I strangled the both of you," he smirked.
The bard looked in shock as his hand slipped. Then, he smiled happily. The arrow pierced through Andhra's heart. The bard never looked back again. He picked up his violin and slipped away into the woods, singing.
"Never again will I love
This flame consumes
Too much, too little
Till death do them part
Yet not even in death."