Hi everyone! I sort of forgot I had a fourth story. I just wanted to update this. I hope you like it. It's one of Rythian's POV.
Nothing will work.
I'be tried everything, Magic, and as much as I hate to admit it, Science. Nothing will help me. It will only delay the inevitable.
It's not me.
That...thing isn't me. I lose control. Maybe it is just a twisted, dark, emotionless version of me. All I know, is that I do anything when I'm at breaking point. I could retaliate, hold back, or try to hold back. I hate myself.
It's my fault.
No one can take the blame. I tried making Sjin, Lalna, and other people who I once called friends. I didn't think. I was thinking about something else. I was distracted.
It's too late.
It cannot be reversed. Or undone. In a moment, my life was gone. Nothing more, nothing less. Ripped apart. I can't mend it. I hope one day she will forgive me when I leave her.
Zoey...
She is the one I am hurting the most. I need to leave. It will not end well, and I don't want Zoey to know. She's always there, helping, encouraging. I might have fallen for her. It will only make things harder. One day, I will not be here. I don't want to hurt her.
I'm sorry.
I have caused a lot of damage. Only helped tear this unstable place down. A war. That's not the least of my problems. I don't think I'll make it to the war. Should I just end it now? No, I'm too selfish. I want to hold on while I can.
Life used to have color.
Everything has faded to a dull shade of grey. Except for three colors. Red, blue, and purple. I hate purple. Is it an incident that two of the colors I can see are Zoey's hair and eyes? They are now life itself.
When she left...
I lost control. Nothing was worth it. I tried to take revenge. It only left me more of a shell than ever. Another enemy in battle. I yelled at her. I said I don't like science because it doesn't work. Magic didn't work either.
I'm slowly fading...
Soon, I will no longer be able to fight. Surely, the other side of me will win. I knew it for a long time. Water, burning like acid against me. My willingness to teleport. Zoey doesn't know i destroyed the ring long ago. Enderbane, burning me, doing as it was made to do. Slay the Enderman.
I will stay until the last second.
I will fight. The fight will lead to death. It is selfish to wait for it, but I will. I just want to try. For me, for her, for everything we've done. I want to know I fought a good battle. I used to be good at fighting them.
The day it shattered...
It was Sjin that came to the Ender Guild. He told me that everyone was going to make a community of Science and Magic. I had a choice. I could leave, or stay. I thought about it too much. I was distracted in battle. No wonder that thing almost ripped my face off. I was...infected.
Incurable, Tainted, Lost, Gone. That will be my life. Too far gone. Too lost.
SOMEONE HELP ME!
Please...
Since when did my stories get so dark? I hope you guys like this! If you want more like this, leave the word BUDDER in a review! Bye! :)