I told you more than once that you were blind.
Children, playing at war.
You learned quickly, I'll give you that.
But I've been at this game longer than you. And the Master…ruthless. Cunning.
I am loyal, above all else. I volunteered for this mission, knowing it would be my last.
I only have you to thank for my success.
You see, I am many things.
A soldier…The champion of Cyclonia…A leader of men.
A symbol.
War still rages, my friends.
And Cyclonia will rally. Atmosia will tremble before her fury.
Can you see now?
You have created a martyr.
OOO
Author's Note: Total word count 100
Wow…done.
I mean…seriously. I know that seemed somewhat anticlimactic, but I couldn't think of a better way to word it all.
By the way, people seem to have gotten it into their heads that I should write a full bodied version of this. I don't know…would it be too repetitive?
Also, I've been sternly told that I must write a fic where I'm nice to Dark Ace, for once. Hmmm…
So now, comes the begging. PLEASE review. If you've stuck with me this long, don't leave me hanging. Tell me exactly what you think!