Lament to the dead
Have you ever been so intent on something that your whole existence was solely focused on it?
If you haven't then maybe you know someone or in the very least have read or heard of one of these people.
Usually it is a task that someone must complete. They have to, or something bad will happen, or they have to in order to survive. Many people honor and respect the absolute dedication shown by these people. The obsession of the task and the lengths they go to.
But the stories always end when the task has been completed. They never explain what happens to the people after they have accomplished their goal.
What do you do once you have done what you lived to do? Once the dust has settled and the power that was driving you on diminishes. What then?
I had one of those tasks once. A long time ago it seems.
It was not a noble task. It was not to save the world, or to save my loved ones.
No, my task was not one of life preservation, nor was it one of love. Mine was a task of death.
It was solely for my piece of mind, one of vengeance and hatred. You see, in life I was a ninja, and I was murdered by a ninja from another clan, or so I thought.
In the next life I was offered a chance to go back and defeat my murderer and the murderer of my family. Selfishly I accepted. It was not decision that would have done my clan proud, but I saw death as a release from my obligations and duties to my clan. They had not been there to help me. So I was not going to uphold their rules in my after life.
Four times I failed to kill the one named Sub-Zero, the one I believed to have killed me and my family. On my fourth defeat I found that it was not Sub-Zero I was seeking but the sorcerer Quan-Chi. The fool thought I was defeated, but like the hero from the stories I wasn't, I was able to find the strength to stand and finally destroy my mortal enemy.
But again I have ended up in the pits of Earths hell.
With my accursed immortal life I cannot die, and without the purpose that drove me before I have nothing but the void where the memories of my family once were.
And now I am here, to remain forever more.
A soulless shadow of the man I was. Purposeless, hopeless and devoid of all that I once treasured.
For you see, not all stories have happy endings, even when the 'hero' wins.
*FINISH*
Have you ever been so intent on something that your whole existence was solely focused on it?
If you haven't then maybe you know someone or in the very least have read or heard of one of these people.
Usually it is a task that someone must complete. They have to, or something bad will happen, or they have to in order to survive. Many people honor and respect the absolute dedication shown by these people. The obsession of the task and the lengths they go to.
But the stories always end when the task has been completed. They never explain what happens to the people after they have accomplished their goal.
What do you do once you have done what you lived to do? Once the dust has settled and the power that was driving you on diminishes. What then?
I had one of those tasks once. A long time ago it seems.
It was not a noble task. It was not to save the world, or to save my loved ones.
No, my task was not one of life preservation, nor was it one of love. Mine was a task of death.
It was solely for my piece of mind, one of vengeance and hatred. You see, in life I was a ninja, and I was murdered by a ninja from another clan, or so I thought.
In the next life I was offered a chance to go back and defeat my murderer and the murderer of my family. Selfishly I accepted. It was not decision that would have done my clan proud, but I saw death as a release from my obligations and duties to my clan. They had not been there to help me. So I was not going to uphold their rules in my after life.
Four times I failed to kill the one named Sub-Zero, the one I believed to have killed me and my family. On my fourth defeat I found that it was not Sub-Zero I was seeking but the sorcerer Quan-Chi. The fool thought I was defeated, but like the hero from the stories I wasn't, I was able to find the strength to stand and finally destroy my mortal enemy.
But again I have ended up in the pits of Earths hell.
With my accursed immortal life I cannot die, and without the purpose that drove me before I have nothing but the void where the memories of my family once were.
And now I am here, to remain forever more.
A soulless shadow of the man I was. Purposeless, hopeless and devoid of all that I once treasured.
For you see, not all stories have happy endings, even when the 'hero' wins.
*FINISH*