Disclaimer: I do not own TOS. Life's just sad that way, y'know?
Reminiscent
Zakipoe79
Life never really made that much sense to me. I wondered sometimes why I had lived when everyone else around me had died. Me, the cause of the slaughter of over half of my village. Why was I the only one left standing? I had wanted to die, then, but the words of a friend drew me back momentarily from the edge. I was still teetering, however, I knew I had to live. Live so that I could remember, live in place of the people who had died because of me. How could such a dirty soul stand in place of the people I had lived with, loved? How could I possibly live for all those people I had killed?
When I first heard of the Chosen, I was a very young girl, and had been shocked at the stories I had heard of him. Wasn't the Chosen some mythical savior, the child of angels? When I met him, I couldn't believe my eyes. Other then the beauty of his outer form there was nothing good, or righteous that I could see in him. This was the man that would die for us? Please. If I, who had lived because my people had died for me acted half the way he did…
But he wasn't being saved. I didn't think of it, then, but now it's one of those things that drift through my mind. Stray thoughts that used to cut me, but now, blunted through time, only brushed up against wounds that I know will probably never heal. Things like 'What if' What if I hadn't been so cruel? What if I had protected him from the final blow? What then? Thinking back, I remember right before we started to fight him, how much like a video game this life of ours was. So impossible. Everything was like a dream. What would I do? Only then, only then did I actually consider the possibility that I might have to help kill him. Only then did I realize how I felt.
I had wanted to move but couldn't. Cruel words, like stones fell from my tongue, reeking of poison. Lies, and truths. Condemning the man I now realized was just like me; my mirror. I moved like a puppet in the battle afterwards; part of me expecting a menu to pop up right before I hit him, asking me if I wanted to kill him now, or wait until later. When I was about to strike him, I found I couldn't move. Lloyd rushed passed be, with that excitement that seemed to flow through his veins. He certainly hadn't gotten it from his father.
I woke up from the dream when he fell. "Go…" I couldn't make out his words. He was speaking to Lloyd, and I knew it. What had I seen in that boy? How could someone sane go from vicious fighter to sympathetic, regretful friend in but a few sheer seconds? I wanted to rush over to his side, but my body wasn't working. I wanted to hold him, hear his last words, for I knew, somewhere that he was dying. I wanted to kneel beside him. Tell him I understood, that I wouldn't ever hate him. I wanted to take back the cruel things I had said.
It was in those few moments that his hand slipped from Lloyds grasp, and his body was absorbed into the jewel that rested against his chest. It clattered to the floor. In a matter of seconds, the most beautiful man I had ever seen was gone. The first person I could really identify with had been hit, and faded. Lloyd reached out with his sword, and crushed the jewel, its power rushing into his own memento mori. It was then that he was gone. The richest man in Tethe'alla. The Chosen. Our Savior. Zelos Wilder.
It was then, that my masked swordsman left this world.
A.N.: Nonononononononononononononononononononononononononoooo! MY ZEL WON'T EBLAR DIE! TT