Lightning-Dono: Just a random thing I decided to write. It's sort of lame, but…I had to do some creative writing.
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Wanderer
By:
Lightning-Dono
Status:
One-Shot
About:
Zelos Wilder
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The brilliant peak of ice before him jutted out of the ground, slick with water and scratched from the weathering winds that often brushed by it, hardly enough to blow chunks of it away, but just enough to sear indented lines across its magnificent, glowing sides. Zelos stood solitary before it, his glove of obsidian black stroking the edges of the ice, unfeeling, but yearning to make something of the motionless structure that had insisted on residing before his home in the dead of winter. The sky had assumed a hazy, silver sheen as clouds passed by overhead. Snow was still drifting lazily from the sky, catching in Zelos' mane of fire-like hair, melting on his cool scalp, chilling him to the bone.
It was always like this, he knew. Every winter he would stand here and reminisce over both the events of his life and what the upcoming year would hold for him. He had no hopes and dreams, now that his work as a Chosen had been long-since fulfilled. Being someone of high stature had given him an innumerable amount of privileges, some of which he took advantage, others he had cast away like discarded clothing. All he had left was his now elderly butler, who lay resting in bed for long periods of time during the day and huge mansion with only one other person to share it with; a man who did nothing but scrutinize his dreamland during sleep and the moments where he cared enough to be awake. It was even more disturbing that he had the most repetitive dreams Zelos had ever bore the misfortune to listen to.
They all predicted the arrival of Sheena, who would proceed to take Zelos from his home before Sebastian's very eyes, leaving him alone to cope with his multitude of health problems, and eventually pass away in a desolate, cold manor. Zelos reassured him each time he managed to squeeze the topic into conversation that nothing of the sort would ever happen; Sheena was probably frolicking through the Mizuho grasslands with another man. Someone worthier of her company than he. He felt an overwhelming sensation of loneliness radiate from his heart as he gave into these thoughts.
Yet, it was probably all true. He was nothing more than a small man living in a colossal shelter. A nobody that everyone seemed to know. A nonentity in his own eyes and a hero of the ages in others.
He felt lost; a wanderer without a destination even though he knew where he was headed.