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7/16/2025, 5:35:32 PM
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People are about to die. You do not know why that is the thought you rid from your mind, but it is. Hells, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen others die, far from it now, and yet you can’t get that sickening thought out of your head. People are about to die, and you’re going to be responsible. Who are those people? You can’t say. Not yet anyway. Perhaps it will be one of your friends, either Marie or Alyssa, who stands next to you now. You do not have the safety of a time traveler on your side this time. Maybe Clarice or one of the five other adventurers behind you will bite the fire bolt and be sent to the next world. You hope it doesn’t come to that. You hope instead that it is the Bloodgraves that are about to die. They are, after all, treasonous scum that would rather make deals with otherworldly creatures instead of enjoying the high life that the upper echelons of the nobility have access to. Power corrupts, or so the storybooks go. But is that even a good thing to hope for?
Once upon a time, you thought Percy was your friend. Sure, he might have been a bit off-putting during your last years in the Academy, but despite yourself, you still remember what the white-haired man was like as a boy. He was sweet then, you suppose. Many children tend to be. He would even gift you flowers from his family's lands. Lavenders, you now remember. The flowers had a meaning; he told you that (or was it his mother that did?), but you can’t for the life of you remember what it was. Perhaps that is why he hates you so? It’s not as if you can think of any less silly reasons why your face would adorn the dartboard in his room. Perhaps he is just psychotic. You could live with yourself if he died then. It’d make things easier if he were just a random freak. Then the world would be better without him.
“Hey, you alright?” A gentle voice enters your ear as an even gentler hand touches your shoulder. “You seem out of it,” Marie says.
You shake her hand off. “I’m fine,” you dismiss. “Bored, is all.”
Marie doesn’t look the least bit offended by your dismissal, but her gaze does drift from you towards the path, “Think they ran into one of the other groups?”
“It is possible,” Alyssa says in a hushed whisper. A rarity for her. “Or maybe they have yet to leave their estate.”
“They will come,” you say.
“You sure?” Marie questions, which receives a glare from Alyssa.
“Yes.”
Marie lets out a small hum of acceptance, “Guess they will then.”
“You believe me just like that?” You ask.
“Of course, should I not?”
“N-no, I mean, of course you should. It will be a twin moon when I am wrong,” She looks confused, “I mean, I’m usually right, but I thought it would be necessary to elaborate on this feeling that I have.”
Marie’s eyes light up like stars. You mean this, literally. “You have feelings for me?! Well, this is a bit sudden, but I do! Let’s get married!”
People are about to die. You do not know why that is the thought you rid from your mind, but it is. Hells, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen others die, far from it now, and yet you can’t get that sickening thought out of your head. People are about to die, and you’re going to be responsible. Who are those people? You can’t say. Not yet anyway. Perhaps it will be one of your friends, either Marie or Alyssa, who stands next to you now. You do not have the safety of a time traveler on your side this time. Maybe Clarice or one of the five other adventurers behind you will bite the fire bolt and be sent to the next world. You hope it doesn’t come to that. You hope instead that it is the Bloodgraves that are about to die. They are, after all, treasonous scum that would rather make deals with otherworldly creatures instead of enjoying the high life that the upper echelons of the nobility have access to. Power corrupts, or so the storybooks go. But is that even a good thing to hope for?
Once upon a time, you thought Percy was your friend. Sure, he might have been a bit off-putting during your last years in the Academy, but despite yourself, you still remember what the white-haired man was like as a boy. He was sweet then, you suppose. Many children tend to be. He would even gift you flowers from his family's lands. Lavenders, you now remember. The flowers had a meaning; he told you that (or was it his mother that did?), but you can’t for the life of you remember what it was. Perhaps that is why he hates you so? It’s not as if you can think of any less silly reasons why your face would adorn the dartboard in his room. Perhaps he is just psychotic. You could live with yourself if he died then. It’d make things easier if he were just a random freak. Then the world would be better without him.
“Hey, you alright?” A gentle voice enters your ear as an even gentler hand touches your shoulder. “You seem out of it,” Marie says.
You shake her hand off. “I’m fine,” you dismiss. “Bored, is all.”
Marie doesn’t look the least bit offended by your dismissal, but her gaze does drift from you towards the path, “Think they ran into one of the other groups?”
“It is possible,” Alyssa says in a hushed whisper. A rarity for her. “Or maybe they have yet to leave their estate.”
“They will come,” you say.
“You sure?” Marie questions, which receives a glare from Alyssa.
“Yes.”
Marie lets out a small hum of acceptance, “Guess they will then.”
“You believe me just like that?” You ask.
“Of course, should I not?”
“N-no, I mean, of course you should. It will be a twin moon when I am wrong,” She looks confused, “I mean, I’m usually right, but I thought it would be necessary to elaborate on this feeling that I have.”
Marie’s eyes light up like stars. You mean this, literally. “You have feelings for me?! Well, this is a bit sudden, but I do! Let’s get married!”
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