Chapter 25 "End"
Blake had gotten all his business done, everything was perfect.
He was now the leader of the now 'un-free' world; his name was cursed and raised by many, and known throughout the land.
He had a taste in his mouth, like there was no closure.
He had everything he wanted, an empire willing to follow his every command, a willing General who was both loyal and strong, the whole world's land in his kingdom, every necessity at his disposal, the rebel forces on its knees, and the remaining infiltrated.
But something was bothering him, it wasn't enough.
He'd single-handedly changed this world for his own gain, his own purpose.
In his eyes he'd made the planet better, there was structure now, order.
But his heart felt cold and empty, he couldn't stop remembering the look on Sarah's face, and Spike's.
There was nothing that could fill the hole, a deep regret masked by his rage and false ambition.
He felt anger, such you could only get when you've done the wrong thing for the right reason, or what he saw as the right reason.
'A Dictator.' it wasn't what he wanted when his name came to mind, but never the less that's what he was.
It wasn't really a fair fight; he'd brought weapons and strategies, such that this world had never seen, taken the strong to conquer the weak, made them serve or parish.
And now it seemed it would never end, he wanted to create history, but what good is it when nobody's there to truly support him?
Now he was plane obsessed with the rebel forces, he infiltrated them, but knew it would take years for them to reconnect with any that might be remaining.
He had nothing left to do, but sit and wait, and he was a patient person.
"What now?" he said. "Everything's so perfect, why am I not satisfied?"
Blake sat down on his bed once more, looking over his sword.
"I suppose there's nothing left to do…but wait and see."
End story
Continued in the main series "Trixie's Stories"