Disclaimer: Don't own the LoD cast or any of it, la de da da. Ya'll know
that.
Author's Note: After doing various chapters of humor, I've decided to try my hand at a more serious fic. So, here we go. Drama. Ever wonder what was going through the minds of the Dragoons there at the very end, when they knew what was resting on their heads? Well, now we get to find out.
So this is what death was like...he was vaguely aware of people around him, particularly the one...the pain was beginning to numb. So many thoughts running through his mind. So many mistakes that he wouldn't have the chance to atone for. How foolish he had been, in thinking that he could defeat the monster so easily. How very foolish.
'How many innocent lives have been lost, because of my foolishness? How many more will be lost of they can't beat him?' he thought to himself.
And them, the Dragoons, the ones whom he should have been aiding all along, except that he had been their biggest threat, what torment had he brought to them? His soul literally ached thinking back on that battle, on his actions. How could he dare to say anything about a perfect world where no one kills when he had with no qualms, murdered one of their friend? Was it not fitting that he should meet his end, that he should find that he had been played the fool?
He supposed that it was, that it was all justified. In the end, he supposed that everything had some purpose, and if he had not been manipulated, then surely, someone else would have been. Maybe...yes, for the time being, his trust would have to rest on them, he would have to hope that they could defeat the so called God of Destruction, to end everything he started.
He had to admire their resilience, their stubborness. Anyone else might have backed down, fled, left the world to its fate, but these seven had not...and the girl, what special purpose had she held? Blacker...things were going darker, a strange sort of blanket of cold numbness was settling across his limp body. The world had nearly been undone twice by Wingly hand, and once it had been saved by human hand...but could it be done a second time?
He prayed that it could be. He prayed that those seven brave souls could overcome the monster set before them. So much was riding on their shoulders now, what would they do? There was no hope...no, that was a lie. There was hope, and hope came in the form of a young man from a small village and his friends.
One last thought rang through his mind as oblivion claimed him and he slipped into death: Soa bless the courage of humans, and thrice curse missplaced Wingly pride!!
(Ayi, sorry this chapter is so blessedly short mi amigos, but, well, there is only so much I can write aye? I mean, hell, Lloyd dies, only so much he can think about in the few minutes before death claims him. I promise the rest of the chapters will be longer! I promise!)
Lloyd: ~stares in open mouthed wonder~
Ferret: ~sighs~ And just what is your problem.
Lloyd: You...you didn't paint me as the villain...and you didn't subject me to torture. I -died- but you didn't...Ferret, I think I'm going to cry.
Ferret: Best not. I'm still a little miffed over you stealing my author magic Lloyd. We're not on good terms.
Author's Note: After doing various chapters of humor, I've decided to try my hand at a more serious fic. So, here we go. Drama. Ever wonder what was going through the minds of the Dragoons there at the very end, when they knew what was resting on their heads? Well, now we get to find out.
So this is what death was like...he was vaguely aware of people around him, particularly the one...the pain was beginning to numb. So many thoughts running through his mind. So many mistakes that he wouldn't have the chance to atone for. How foolish he had been, in thinking that he could defeat the monster so easily. How very foolish.
'How many innocent lives have been lost, because of my foolishness? How many more will be lost of they can't beat him?' he thought to himself.
And them, the Dragoons, the ones whom he should have been aiding all along, except that he had been their biggest threat, what torment had he brought to them? His soul literally ached thinking back on that battle, on his actions. How could he dare to say anything about a perfect world where no one kills when he had with no qualms, murdered one of their friend? Was it not fitting that he should meet his end, that he should find that he had been played the fool?
He supposed that it was, that it was all justified. In the end, he supposed that everything had some purpose, and if he had not been manipulated, then surely, someone else would have been. Maybe...yes, for the time being, his trust would have to rest on them, he would have to hope that they could defeat the so called God of Destruction, to end everything he started.
He had to admire their resilience, their stubborness. Anyone else might have backed down, fled, left the world to its fate, but these seven had not...and the girl, what special purpose had she held? Blacker...things were going darker, a strange sort of blanket of cold numbness was settling across his limp body. The world had nearly been undone twice by Wingly hand, and once it had been saved by human hand...but could it be done a second time?
He prayed that it could be. He prayed that those seven brave souls could overcome the monster set before them. So much was riding on their shoulders now, what would they do? There was no hope...no, that was a lie. There was hope, and hope came in the form of a young man from a small village and his friends.
One last thought rang through his mind as oblivion claimed him and he slipped into death: Soa bless the courage of humans, and thrice curse missplaced Wingly pride!!
(Ayi, sorry this chapter is so blessedly short mi amigos, but, well, there is only so much I can write aye? I mean, hell, Lloyd dies, only so much he can think about in the few minutes before death claims him. I promise the rest of the chapters will be longer! I promise!)
Lloyd: ~stares in open mouthed wonder~
Ferret: ~sighs~ And just what is your problem.
Lloyd: You...you didn't paint me as the villain...and you didn't subject me to torture. I -died- but you didn't...Ferret, I think I'm going to cry.
Ferret: Best not. I'm still a little miffed over you stealing my author magic Lloyd. We're not on good terms.