Lore/Story The Lost Warrior Part 2

"Forgive me... Forgive me... Forgive me..." The words burnt his tongue, it may have been true words with no darkness shrouding them. But instead of being followed of forgiveness or rejection, all he was given was silence. The boy's body was limp except his face where he kept muttering the words. A hundred? Two hundred? He kept guessing how many times he said this. When his voice went silent he began to write it in what ink he had. When he ran out of ink he used his dagger, when his dagger went dull, he used the blade of his spear, when it dulled to nearly nothing, he used his tears, when he could no longer cry he began to use his blood. Soon enough the void around him began to echo, pleading for the boy to stop, begging the boy to continue no more. Ignoring their requests the boy continued to use his blood. The void kept returning time for the boy, but he would continue this over and over.

The boy no longer kept how many time-lapse he has done, but at one point when there was light showing from above. The boy looked up, only to see a blinding light, covering his face, he tried to look at the light to see what was there. However instead of seeing anything that seemed recognizable... The boy only saw white light. He could still feel the ground but no matter how much he went in any direction, he wouldn't hit anything. Leaving an arrow stuck into the ground surrounded by magic, the boy ran in a random direction, only greeted by the arrow ahead. Trying this over and over, he would always end up at the arrow. But every time he saw the arrow, it began to decay as well as the magic. The boy himself however, did not age a day older than he when he entered the door.

The boy created his own sense of time, although not as correct as he wanted to believe. However he still wanted to hold this meaningless sense of time with him.

What felt as if centuries passed, the boy began to move somewhere else. The light around him began to fade and head to the color of the void again. Screaming, the boy began to thrash about, trying to get away from the void. He didn't want to go back, nor did he want to stay at the light. His screams turned to sobs, and his sobs grew into anger. He began to hit the ground, slashing and shooting his bow frantically as if the void was some type of being. Exhausting himself, he fell to his knees, sobbing again. Consumed by the void again, this torture went on for only how long one could assume. This became a regular process for him, he couldn't reach the sweet release of death, no matter how many time he stabbed, impaled, shot, or even cast spells on himself. No matter what he did, the doors of Death never opened.

He didn't know what to do anymore, reaching the void again, the boy sighed as a tear fell down his face. He accepted this, he became part of the void, but he didn't enjoy it. Soon enough, something new happened. Instead of a blinding light, he began to see specks of light surrounding him. Eventually there were specks of light surrounding him, almost as if stars. With this, tears welled up and began to fall down his face. He was overcome with joy, something different, something new. Running to a star, it didn't move. The void seemed to give a gift to him, the stars of those surrounding him before this madness. Thankful for this, the boy kneeled down and began to cry as he prayed. He stayed like this for hours, but the light... Never showed...

 

This one wasn't as well done as I hoped it to be. I rushed myself. If part 3 is going to be a thing. I want to make it 5 times bigger than this.