Dragon of the West
For #112: Last Words
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My name will live on in this world.
It will carry on the wind through the trees and deep forests. It will fly over mountains and brush across the valleys. The seas will not contain it, not bar it from distant shores where hungry children sit upon the beaches waiting for the taste.
The elements will not stop my name from spreading far and wide like a wildfire.
And like a wildfire, my tale will burn you. It will creep upon you in the dead of silence, spring forth from the mouths of those who've heard of it before, and encase your soul in an inescapable inferno. Tears may overflow the safe boundaries of your eyes, and your heart may be deeply touched—or harshly wrenched.
You will grieve for a man you never knew, and wish that the tale had never reached your ears. Some part of you, some masochistic piece of your fragile soul will grieve more that the story is finished than had ever been told.
Yes, my name will live on. But the man behind the name—the benevolent smile, the tired voice, the loving eyes—will be as the soft touches of time; always there but long forgotten.
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Written to Iroh's voice, because the old man needs it. I know that it's a bit ambiguous, but it was one of those things that you have a sentence stuck in your head and it just blooms from there. In a way it ties in to Silken Memories.
Here's to hoping you enjoyed it!
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