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Author's Note: Don't expect the same sort of emotion from this one, I have difficulty putting words down right with Lloyd. But, by popular request, I give you,
Platinum Remorse
Agonizing pain lanced through his body, a trail of blood stained the pale, alabaster skin of his chin. Crimson eyes were partially glazed, and his vision was beginning to go fuzzy, 'So this is what death feels like,' he thought to himself, watching as the seven Dragoons, who had been his foes up until the end readied themselves to face Melbu Frahma.
He realized that they were trying for the very thing that he had been wanting to create...a perfect world. A world where no one had to lose friends, or family, and there was no need for fighting. Friends...had they really forgiven him for striking down their friend, it seemed that they had...perhaps. Perhaps that would redeem him somewhat. Well, one could hope.
He cursed himself, for all the pain he had caused, because in the end, it had been for nothing. The man he thought had been Emperor Diaz was not, but rather a poor human, possessed by the fallen Wingly dictator, Melbu Frahma. He had tried to strike the evil one down, tried to redeem himself in that way, and take his own revenge...and he had failed.
His gaze trailed to the Darkness Dragoon, that strong, mysterious woman who stood calm in the face of death. He watched with slowly dimming vision as her hand tightened on the hilt of the Dragon Buster, he hoped it served her well. Dart, who the spirit of the Divine Dragon had recognized, he had high hopes for. He hoped he saw the end of this battle, and went home to live in peace with the moon child. The young king, he was an enigma. Why did he leave his kingdom to accompany the dragoons. Did he not realize that he would most likely die? Perhaps that was the measure of –his- bravery.
They all looked grim. He realized that his body had gone numb, and cold, losing all feeling. He could see a looming shadow, somewhere, just far enough away his dimming vision could not make it out. He praised the young Wingly Meru, may she succeed where he had failed. The shadow grew closer and closer. He was aware of his heart slowly ceasing. Then suddenly, the shadow loomed over him, and he felt his heart stop entirely. One last thought ran through his mind before oblivion claimed him, 'Thrice damn the pride of winglies and praise the courage of Humans."
Yes I know, not nearly as stunning as Rose's, but I have issues with Lloyd. I tried though, gotta give me props for that. Hmm, opinions on who you want next?
Author's Note: Don't expect the same sort of emotion from this one, I have difficulty putting words down right with Lloyd. But, by popular request, I give you,
Platinum Remorse
Agonizing pain lanced through his body, a trail of blood stained the pale, alabaster skin of his chin. Crimson eyes were partially glazed, and his vision was beginning to go fuzzy, 'So this is what death feels like,' he thought to himself, watching as the seven Dragoons, who had been his foes up until the end readied themselves to face Melbu Frahma.
He realized that they were trying for the very thing that he had been wanting to create...a perfect world. A world where no one had to lose friends, or family, and there was no need for fighting. Friends...had they really forgiven him for striking down their friend, it seemed that they had...perhaps. Perhaps that would redeem him somewhat. Well, one could hope.
He cursed himself, for all the pain he had caused, because in the end, it had been for nothing. The man he thought had been Emperor Diaz was not, but rather a poor human, possessed by the fallen Wingly dictator, Melbu Frahma. He had tried to strike the evil one down, tried to redeem himself in that way, and take his own revenge...and he had failed.
His gaze trailed to the Darkness Dragoon, that strong, mysterious woman who stood calm in the face of death. He watched with slowly dimming vision as her hand tightened on the hilt of the Dragon Buster, he hoped it served her well. Dart, who the spirit of the Divine Dragon had recognized, he had high hopes for. He hoped he saw the end of this battle, and went home to live in peace with the moon child. The young king, he was an enigma. Why did he leave his kingdom to accompany the dragoons. Did he not realize that he would most likely die? Perhaps that was the measure of –his- bravery.
They all looked grim. He realized that his body had gone numb, and cold, losing all feeling. He could see a looming shadow, somewhere, just far enough away his dimming vision could not make it out. He praised the young Wingly Meru, may she succeed where he had failed. The shadow grew closer and closer. He was aware of his heart slowly ceasing. Then suddenly, the shadow loomed over him, and he felt his heart stop entirely. One last thought ran through his mind before oblivion claimed him, 'Thrice damn the pride of winglies and praise the courage of Humans."
Yes I know, not nearly as stunning as Rose's, but I have issues with Lloyd. I tried though, gotta give me props for that. Hmm, opinions on who you want next?