Chapter 6: Cults and Crazies Pt 2
Why don't you listen to me? Here I am standing as a second point of view and you brush me aside like I'm nothing. I usually try to stay out of the public spotlight, contrary to popular belief. Is it because I kill for a living? I don't see it as much different as what you do. We both stand to gain from someone needing another thing removed. I guess you can other things like protection but that is so boring having to defend people who can't pick up a two-by-four and whack a fool for god's sake. But back to my point I can't fathom why you ignore me. Multiple times I have said truthful ideals, nothing like that 'The strong survive and the weak die' bullshit, just ideas like if you wanted a good way to keep the peace is to admit that peace is an illogical fallacy. More of that later. Sincerely the loudest, quietest man, The Welder.
The mountain stood in the cloudy morning, dew still dripped off the leaves of the trees creating the illusion it was raining. There was no other sound to accompany the 'drip', 'drip', 'drip', just the silence of the forest with its judging eyes. The forest from where the Ursas attacked me were now behind me. Although it couldn't speak you could tell it had many stories to tell whether they were tragic or heroic. Where my story would be placed in the world would have to be answered when I am gone but for now my story must continue.
The name of the girl I had to rescue still bugged me. It was the second time in a short period of time where the name Faith came into contact with me. The faunus girl from the village and now this supposed prisoner. Was it 'fate' playing tricks on me or was it a coincidence that I was overthinking in my complicated head. Don't know but I intend to find out.
The trail, or what was to be assumed a trail, was mostly a steep incline with loose gravel leading the way. By the looks of it no one had used it in some time. There was little to no vegetation on this god forsaken rock just the grey and brown rubble, the sound of crunching being the only accompaniment. I did find it rather peaceful compared to what would be happening once I reached the reclusive cult. From what I was reading before I left I figured out they were called, once second I got to do this in a dramatic voice, 'The New Kings of Remnant'. Rather long title if I do say so. This cult which has been in the news sporadically, for the past few years, for doing things such as poisoning local officials, kidnapping, borderline torturing, and first degree llama-cide (don't ask me it was what I found when I hacked into the police database). For years they were ignored, till the first two offenses started popping up obviously nobody cares about llamas, then they were ran out of the towns in true mob fashion complete with torches and pitchforks. It must have been a candle in the wind scenario because I hadn't heard too much about them besides small new stories and the snippets on the newspaper.
The sun was at high noon when I stopped to view the landscape behind me. A tall blanket of dark green hovered above the ground on brown crutches. I sighed and sat on a boulder on the ground. Why am I even doing this? I asked myself spinning a piece of grass between my fingers, This is not what I do. I kill, I ruin lives for a living. So why is it that I took this job. A job where I have to rescue someone. This would be better for suited for Takeda if anything. That last thought made me remember the samurai crazy enough to trust me. I hadn't seen Takeda after our little 'altercation' but we still kept in radio contact when we weren't on mission. He told me that he was one of the best, if not the best (his words) tracker and hunter around. We both had our issues on how we both conduct our lifestyle and type of job. He chooses to be a paid vigilante and tries to kill if at possible, which he minimizes very well. However me on the other hand prefer to kill anyone who stands in front of me, I will admit I don't enjoy causing collateral, and go in weapons hot (no pun intended). The mountain path that laid ahead of me didn't look so different from the beginning. Grey, rocky, little green, and more rocky were the only defining features. I adjusted my goggles and cracked my knuckles and twitched my fingers giving the torches a bit of a spin keeping everything lubricated. I began to walk as the lumbering traveler alone on the dusty hill. I noticed though an odd feeling, a feeling I have felt before and knew all too well, I was being watched. I stopped in my tracks looking side to side and turned on my disguiser lodged in my scarf.
"If you're going to attack me," my augmented voice rang out, "I suggest you do it now while I don't know where you are."
Although there was no cover to hide from two people, one faunus and one human, came from behind me running creating the crunching sound the silence desperately begged for. Since they willingly gave their position I reared one of my arms back and gave a wicked backhand to one of the cultist who went flying towards the gravel. The other pulled out a knife and held it like they were going to stab me in the back, the nerve of that guy. Grabbing the top of his wrist I lifted him to eye level, he was short and I'm quite tall, and swung him around overhead. After the fourth time of swinging him like a ragdoll I did a final turn, panted my foot down and tossed him like a hammer used in track and field. The cultist who took the back hand got back up and picked what looked like a ram horn and blew into it making an awful sound. From the top of the mountain came a creaking sound with the footsteps of multiple people marching down. They all had swords, spears, and guns, and they were lots of them. Easily seventy to eighty of these crazy cultist, and I mean crazy. They were all dressed in red hooded robes with gold sides with buttons to match. Now usually I would have a good time killing a bunch of lunatics but seeing as how I needed to get out with another human being I thought it would be a good idea not to tire myself out. I raised my arms in the classic 'I surrender' position and felt a heavy blow to the back of my skull; everything went black from there.
A large pounding pain in the back of my head woke me up as I was being dragged deeper into a cave hidden in the mountain. I looked to my sides and saw the red hooded cultist around me, dragging me by my arms. They put a quite advanced handcuff that wrapped around my torches, they were apparently smart cultist. The blow to my head still left me disoriented so I wasn't sure if they lit the halls with torches or fiery bunny rabbits, it was difficult to tell. They were saying something as well but it was muffled and fuzzy like my vision at the time. We got to a large opening and my vision cleared. For a bunch of what were basically mole people they did a decent job. Plenty of caverns made it possible for many people to shack up. It was defensible from bad weather and I assume the Grimm. In the middle of the society who were now glaring at me was a throne room or sanctuary, or possibly both. A rather young man was sitting on an ornate throne in a king-like robe with two scantily clad women sitting at the steps. The group of now ten people forced me into the room and pushed me down till I was on my knees.
"Watch it bathrobe," I shot back as they shoved me down.
After my comment I felt a knee shoot into my rib and if you could see inside my goggles you could see on of my eyes wince in pain. The, what I supposed, king raised his hand catching the cultist off guard and he suddenly took a step back then stood at attention. The monarch scanned at what abomination was before him, his head bobbing up and down. He then sat in a more regal looking position with those judging eyes.
"Well," his deep voice asked, "who do we have here?"
From the group of cultist one, probably the leader, replied. "We found him outside the walls my lord," her voice answered.
"Oh did we now?" The monarch question placing his elbow on his knee and resting his head in his hand. "Can you tell me," he paused for a moment thinking about how he wanted to phrase this, "just what you were doing."
I looked up and waited a good long while letting the silence get to everybody. "I have been sent," I said letting my scrambled voice fill the air, "to rescue a girl named Faith."
The king began to laugh, and I mean hysterically, and slap one of the armrest of the chair. "Y-You came all the way here," he said in between wiping away tears from laughing too hard, "to 'rescue' (complete with air quotes) somebody who willingly came here."
Well that would have a nice factoid to know, I thought to myself looking at the ground and sighed. "My good sir, I have orders and a financial interest to retrieve the girl. So if you please, release me, let me get the girl, and I'll be on my way."
The man atop the throne stopped laughing and gave a stern look now. "What you don't realize is that you are part of the machine. You say you have a 'financial interest', you know what that means to me? You don't care about the things you do. You don't realize that this world has a death grip on us. You're only helping the machine keep us in this never ending way of life. Well I say no more! We can no longer be ruled by men who say they want what's best for the people but look idly by as the citizens suffer. We 'The New Gods' will deliver the people of Remnant into a new age! One of prosperity, no more suffering, made in our image, the perfect image!"
The man was now standing up with his arms and head raised to the cave ceiling with his followers clapping and hollering in approval. When everything had gotten quiet the people around me heard maniacal laughter mixed with the distortion that comes with my voice. "You fools!" I yelled in between laughing, "you think you can do anything? You're stuck in a damn cave you dumbasses! How can you possibly think you can do anything from here?!"
The group around me grew more hostile and the king sat back in his chair, unamused unlike myself. He pointed at me and ordered, "Take him away to the dungeon, we will execute him at the ceremony tomorrow morning!"
The two burly guards grunted as they lifted me by my armpits and took me on a grand tour, as grand as one could be when taken to a prison. The society seemed to have access to water, but from where I couldn't tell. They had a market and for an underground people there were quite of few of them. The guards approached a hallway secluded from the rest of the people. At the least it was a prison; bars, a guard or two and a prisoner, not it was a singular prisoner. The two through me to the back rocky and quickly slammed the bars shut before I could run out.
"What no goodbye kiss for me?" I sarcastically asked the two slabs of muscle.
They both sneered and left leaving me only the guards and the other prisoner on the other side of the prison who I had no interest in talking to at the moment. The idea of one of these cultist having a lovely conversation sounded like an impossibility and the idea of me converting to a religion was laughable at the he wanted to talk to me.
"Why hello there?" He cheerfully said.
I turned to face where the voice came from, quite chipper for a prisoner but with a twinge of age and experience, and saw the man. He looked about low twenties, probably twenty one if I to guess. He wore a black tank top with jeans that had scorch marks on the knees and at the bottoms. Along with that he had fingerless gloves. His face was a little on the long side with relaxed brown eyes. His hair was a bright orange spiked on sides with a scraggly beard the same color as the rest of his hair. The prisoner was leaning arms first on the bars chewing what looked like gum seemingly waiting for my response. I stayed silent and grunted scoffed ambiguously and turned to survey my surroundings.
"What I don't get a 'how do ya do?" The fiery individual joked followed by a small chuckle.
I still tried not giving him any attention and looked down on the cuffs that covered my entire wrist so my torches couldn't move or cut through the bars (they're smarter than I expected). The prisoner, who was beginning to get on my nerves, decided to continue his solo conversation.
"Well since you're a charmer I'll star," he noted, "the name's Vulcan, Matthew Vulcan. Let's see I've sober four-no wait three years now. I'm a huntsman-in-training at Beacon and is there anything else that's interesting about me? No not really, eh, guess my life is boring. So how 'bout you?"
When 'Vulcan' (and I thought I had a odd name) said he had gone to Beacon I sort of stopped where I was mentally and physically. I turned looking at him dead in the eyes and even though he couldn't see my eyes he knew that I was staring at him. I walked up to the bars of my cell putting my cuffed arms up to the bars with a loud 'clang' sound immediately following. "You said you got to Beacon. Is that correct?"
"Yeah. why do you have a problem with me wanting to help others?" Vulcan replied.
"No not in particular, but if you wanted to help others then why didn't you become a doctor, or a policeman, or a firefighter. You know something benefits everybody."
"I don't know if I like what you're insinuating."
"Then let me tell you it bluntly. Huntsmen ruin just as many lives as I do. When you're sent to go get somebody and do justice you run the possibility of creating a ripple to somebody on the other side. Maybe right now you take away some father who did a lot of bad things but to some kid that's still his father. And the opinion of huntsmen in his eyes goes down hill real fast and soon you create a new problem for the future. At least when I kill I am told to kill, it is rarely by my own volition."
Vulcan just looked at me almost disappointed in me. He sighed and shook his head. "You don't really understand huntsmen do you? We are protect and make sure the world becomes a better world. We are there to insure peace."
"Then where the huntsmen in my greatest time of need. Where everything I had was wiped out in an instant! I was lied to about huntsmen and your so called righteous cause so I decided to something about it! I took it upon myself to do the things that your little order could never do. I took it upon myself to be the unbiased judge, jury, and executioner! I have no loyalties except to remove anybody put in front of me. One day I may kill for the White Fang the next I kill the same White Fang official who hired me previously! And as of right now I have been ordered to retrieve that little girl right there keeping guard and listening to this very conversation." I ranted and at the end I motioned to the guard who had been there the whole time.
It took me awhile but I recognized the girl, Faith, from the picture in the envelope given to me by the mother. She looked like her mother but much younger and with black streaks in her purple hair. Mr. Vulcan looked at the girl, then to me, and back to the girl who was nervous. "When you say retrieve?" He questioned.
"Her mother wants me to return her daughter alive."
"Ok just had to make sure. But you know what?"
"*Groan* What?!"
"You're right about huntsmen, but you're wrong as well. Yeah we may cause these 'ripples' that lead to future problems. But that's not a huntsmen issue, that's a human issue. We try to protect in the present. If we could prevent what was going to happen in the future then we would but we can't! And I'm sorry that the huntsmen failed you, but becoming this emotionless murderer won't change anything you only add fuel to the fire!"
I stayed silent for awhile and smirked behind my scarf. "You say you're going to be a huntsmen?"
"Yeah," he said in a more defensive tone.
"Then maybe there's still hope. Of all the times I've ranted to people about huntsmen they either give some weak argument, agree with me, or try to weasel out of it. But you actually have a passion for these glorified police."
"Thanksss? He said in a confused.
"Now, Faith don't think I've forgotten about you little one," I suddenly shifted catching the guard woman by surprise. "You're mother is worried about you."
She didn't say anything all she did was look down at the ground. After a short period of time she spoke. "She doesn't care about me."
"Well I have a large envelope that says otherwise."
"Yeah how about her always never treating me like the human being I am!" She yelled and the hood covering her face fell off. Her face had pure rage pouring throughout every surfaces.
I gave an exasperated sigh and looked to the ground then looked back at her. "You kids don't seem to understand how life works. How old are you girl?"
"I'm twenty-two."
"Twenty-two, you got your whole life in front of you and you wonder why she still treats you as a child. One, that is what mothers do if I'm not mistaken. Second, the world is a cold harsh place that really doesn't care for you. To them you're a person that can be ripped off, taken advantaged of, and made a laughing stock."
"And that's why I came to The New Gods. They care about me, they care about what I think I'm not a cog in the machine."
"You didn't let me finish." I told her, "Yes the world is generally an evil place but the good outweighs most of the bad. You're only twenty two, while I may not be the best example I as doing this at that age. Vulcan what about you? What were you doing at twenty two?"
He hesitated for a moment then said, "I was in prison, like a real prison."
I stopped for moment and looked at him while I motioned a really you just had to tell to the truth now didn't you. "Well fine don't use us but many people are doing fantastic things."
So believe it or not pep talks are not my strong suit and it didn't change things. She only looked at me and said: "you don't understand you're just like the others."
Well if wants to hear the truth then fine she'll get it. "Fine then let me tell you this: I honestly could break out of these shackles and kill everybody who stands in my way. But since I just cleaned my trenchcoat I really don't want to. So you can either release me or I create a rather messy scene."
Vulcan's head suddenly shot back at me. "Hey you're trying to get on her good side and I don't think scaring her is going to help."
"Not my fault she's acting like a bitch."
"Hey! Not helping!"
"No, no, no if she wants to be treated like an adult then so be it. Here's what I think about what you did: you're an idiot. That man atop that throne is fooling you. He wants to rule like a king something the Great War tried to end. So if you want to go backwards where, guess what, you're still treated like a piece of crap then go ahead! If that does happen then congratulations you will succeed on me mending my fences with the huntsmen because I would fight alongside them to stop you. You realize the lives he would have to end to become king would be numerous. The issue with wanting a revolution is that it leads to war most of the time. And with wars nobody know what it leads to. You don't know the family who receives the first letter that all military families dread. The number of children whose lives are forever scarred. The lives distorted for eternity. So if you want all that bloodshed then so be it, but just know that there is a mother who cried as she gave me an envelope filled your whole life, a mother trusted me. The Welder! A murder! A hitman! Someone who makes a living of ending lives! A man whose hatred knows no bounds!"
After I had gotten done I turned to the wall behind me in frustration, I get rather heated when I rant, but I could tell the atmosphere had shifted. From anger it turned to sorrow and the small sounds of weeping came from behind me. Vulcan eyes were full of sorrow and Faith was crying in the corner, her head buried in her hands. I looked down the ends of the halls trying not to look at the two directly.
"Damn," Vulcan muttered looking at the weeping girl, "you really know how to kill a person's spirit don't you."
"She needed to hear it. Sometimes a broken spirit is what you need to put yourself back together."
"Do we speak from experience?" He asked.
"I would rather not talk about it boy."
He was going to reply but Faith ran out the room in tears distracting both of us. Vulcan then spoke, "Do you think it worked?" He understood what I did.
"We won't know until later."
"What do you mean later?"
-The next morning-
Two guards came in the hallway with swords in sheaths and armor marching in rhythm together. They turned to Vulcan and opened the door and grabbed him by his tank top. "Let's go." One of them said. They turned to where I was but squinted and then widened his eyes. "Hey!" he yelled then turned to Vulcan, "wasn't there another one here!"
"How the hell should I know? He was gone when I woke up this morning."
The three people left the hallway with one of the guards looking back at me in my cell, only he couldn't see me because I was invisible. Man what would I do without this, I thought, uncloaking when the coast was clear. The shackles were still a bit of a nuisance and even though I did say I had a plan for those I was lying when I told Vulcan. Going to the rock wall I began to smash the metal shackles against the surface with all my might. They slowly began to crack apart until the once pristine metal cuffs shattered to pieces of varying sizes. Cheap things, I thought cracking my fingers which was a relief. I let Reason A flare to life and began to cut through the lock on the door. Sparks were flying until a *clink* sound and the door popped off and I pushed the door open. I cracked the bones in my neck and popped my back which was a part of my daily routine but sleeping on a rock wall isn't the ideal bed. I was caught off guard by a sudden "Hey!"
The one guard who was skeptical before Vulcan was escorted out was standing between me and where I needed to be. I smirked behind my scarf and ran towards the brute. He threw a wild punch and ducking beneath it I jabbed at his ribs with my left and with my right I grabbed the side of his face. I then pushed his body into the wall and with the momentum he bounced off the wall and into the slamming of my fist into his jaw knocking him out.
Leaving him in a newly welded together cell I cloaked back and began to look for the armory. Vulcan told me his weapon was kept there when he got captured. The whole 'congregation' was at the ceremony that the king talked about earlier so luckily I didn't have to worry about anybody surprising me again. I tried rifling through swords, lances, guns nothing as fancy as to what a huntsmen might have. Then as if it yelled at me I found his weapon. It was a large metal pack that strapped to the back with two hilts, no weapon like a sword on it just the bare hilts. Whatever it was there was some type of liquid sloshing around and on the top it said "Warning Contents Hot" in faded red letters. I walked to where I heard singing, didn't think cults had hymns but hey it's been a weird forty eight hours. I approached what must have been the back entrance and de-cloaked, I could see the back of the throne chair and all the faces of the people. I could also see Vulcan on his knees in front of the masses facing towards them. The king was leading the song and cut it off when the final note reached its peak. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Faith who then, just possibly, may have saw me before I re-cloaked.
"Gathered friends!" The king announced, "We are the future rulers of Remnant!" This was followed by cheering from the crowd. "We here are the true sons of the gods who dictated that we will inherit the world! However people like this," he pointed to Vulcan, "are trying to deny us what is rightfully ours! Well no more!" He was now pointing a pistol at Vulcan, "Today we take back the world!"
He fired the gun and the shot rang in the ears of all the people. I had gotten used to sound of gunshots but being so close still cleaned out the old ear drums. The king looked at Vulcan who was breathing heavily but there was no blood, no wound. He looked at the pistol and fired again, and again, and again till I got tired of him firing the damn thing.
"Hey!" I yelled as I became visible. I was standing in front of him using Vulcan's metal pack as a shield. He told me it could take a vew hits so why not. I grabbed the arm the gun was in since even though he was on a step I still had about an inch or two on him. "If you mind I would like to keep my hearing!"
I kicked him in the chest and dropped Vulcan's mystery weapon the ground while I cut through his regular handcuffs.
"What took you so long?" He asked loosening his wrists and putting on his pack and placing his hilts into the side on what seemed like two ports.
"Sorry I had to take care of a meathead and find your godforsaken legend."
"Hey don't make fun of Lemnos," he retorted, "you don't see me making fun of your welding torches."
I didn't say anything all I did was look at the multiple guards holding their basic weapons in hand. I let both torches flare to life and Vulcan charged headfirst. He dodged a jab of a spear and clamped it down with his foot and he punched a cultist in the face. He ducked under a sword swipe and kicked the person as punishment. Vulcan wasn't that bad as a hand-to-hand fighter, not as good as me obviously (I'm a god when it comes to that stuff). Eventually there was enough people where he had to pull out a weapon. From his right he grabbed one of the hilts and the sound of something singeing and the smell of burning metal filled the immediate air. He pulled out a short sword and as he pulled it out further you could see it still cooling and the color went from a tinge of orange to dark grey. So it was an (for a lack of a better word) 'Insta-Forge' (I'm so sorry). It could basic weapons in virtually no time at all. From the hilt on the left he pulled out a hand axe and was deep into combat. He was parrying and striking like it was second nature, the clanging of weapons didn't phase him and he was fearless in each decision he made. I jumped into the foray slicing weapons and elbowing them in the face. The crowd of people who weren't fighting were either running away scared or hiding from the two of us. We had gotten through a large number of the cultist before we heard a second gunshot. The two of us jumped forward and looked to make sure neither of us had been shot. We saw the king with the pistol back in hand pointing upward still smoking. He was clearly frustrated by his heavy breathing and crazed eyes.
"Enough!" He shouted, "I will not have two outsiders be the end of us!"
"Man where did all that talk of taking back the world," Vulcan snarked, "you can't even take out two warriors."
"You think that we will be defeated, you are weak and naive. I will create a better world, one so that only we, the worthy can enjoy!" The kind voice had grown calmer and he pointed the gun right at my head and was about to fire.
"No!" A voice yelled from the crowd.
It was Faith she standing from behind a wall. "Please," she begged, "don't do this. This isn't how we should portray ourselves."
The ruler looked at her confused for many moments. "Do you realize what you are saying? You are saying you want these two outsiders to be spared for the crimes they have committed on the world and the crimes they did here! And if you are saying that then you are just as much a traitor as these two." He then pointed the gun at her.
"No I'm just saying maybe we should-" she said.
It was too late he fired the pistol. As if in slow motion I looked and saw the smoke, the flash, and Faith fall to the ground in reaction to the shot. She hadn't been trained to have an aura and her blood was spilled. Everything for me went silent the only thing I heard the sound of the bullet casing falling to the ground and Faith's body hitting the floor. At that moment a rage began to build inside me, a rage that would scare the devil into submission. I began to twitch my fingers in a certain combination in my gloves that unlocked a feature I had hoped I would never use. I began to repeat "Not again," over and over and over with each getting louder. As my hands trembled I stared at the murderous king with hatred in my eyes. When the finger combination was finished the orange red flame was replaced with a bluish white flame. I charged at the murderous king with incredible speed and dodged two shots and smacked the gun to side and placed Reason 2's blue flame on his shoulder. He screamed in pain and I retracted the torch only to then slam his pathetic, blood thirsty head into his own throne until it was a bloody pulp. I threw his body aside and looked towards the guards who were wide eyed. They didn't stand much of a fight. Their pathetic bodies littered the floor. I left the regular people to their cowering and picked up Faith as Vulcan just stared at me. He grabbed my arm as I began to lift Faith up.
"Where the hell are you going?" He asked.
I looked at Faith who was still breathing, but only slight. "Come on she can make it." I began to ran out of the cave society.
"Welder," he grabbing my shoulder, "are you sure this is what you want to do?"
"I am not losing her!" I yelled as I began to sprint out of the cave.
From the mouth of the cave came daylight, it was early morning still and I rushed down the rugged path being careful with Faith as she bobbed up and down. We got to a nice flat area with a few trees and I propped her up against a stump. She came around when a breeze came passing by. She looked and winced in the daylight clutching her wound.
"Hey, hey don't try to do anything too drastic," I said, "you took a pretty nasty shot there."
"Thank you," she said quietly.
"Hey you stood up for yourself you should be proud for what you did," Vulcan said looking at the forest ahead of us.
"Now I know it's going to be tough but we have a lot of ground to cover in a short amount of time," I told Vulcan.
"Welder," he said.
"Yeah Vulcan?"
He didn't say anything he just pointed back at Faith. She was gone, she succumbed to the injury. For the first moments I don't know if it was sorrow I felt or anger that flowed through my veins.
"Welder I'm sorry," Vulcan said placing his hand on my shoulder.
No, I won't let them get away from this. I stood up and went back up to the mouth of the cave and untied my trenchcoat. I reached for the belt that carried my grenades and instead of grabbing one I undid the belt and whipped the grenades all over. They clinked and clanked off one another and on the ground. When I put the belt back on I reached for the detonator and turn the knob to 'All 'da Bombs' option and pressed the red button on top. I didn't even look behind when I turned back to the path letting the explosions ring through the air. When I got back Vulcan was furious with me.
"Something you must learn kid: they are things you have to do or just accept."
"Yeah but killing a bunch of innocent people?"
"They weren't innocent…."
"Yeah sure whatever you say."
He began to walk into the forest.
"I am sorry," I said, "I honestly did like you. Just let me ask you one question."
He didn't say anything, but he did stop and turned his head slightly.
"Why were you there?"
"How about this? You come to Beacon and ask me there." Vulcan then disappeared into the forest leaving me with Faith's body. I could barely look at her. She looked happy and at peace. I knelt down eye level with her closed eyes.
"I'm sorry. I failed to saved you. I understand that you're mother was a piece of work. It's just….why can't I save anybody? Why?"
Faith was buried before the mountain path between the forest and the new gravesite for 'The New Gods of Remnant'. I told the mother that Faith died, I didn't tell her how she died however and that was an experience. The next few nights grew pretty rough and the morning seemed like it would never come….