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Event Twenty-Five.
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And see the bonnets blue, And hear the bluebells ringing loud, I wish I could -- don't you? | |
Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! | |
t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands.
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A disease plagues my world—one that transforms the people into monsters and invites darkness. With the power bestowed unto me by the gods, it was all I could do to suppress the Scourge.
[ To delay the inevitable, for the task to eliminate it entirely belongs to another. Either way, the bringing of light is, indeed, quite literal.
As if to reach for something deep in him, he brings a hand to his chest. Nothing. There's nothing. ]
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She stops what she’s doing entirely to face him, her projected abandoned from her mind. Pyra has often told others that there are a number of amazing people that step foot within this world, all in order to help save it. But here is a man who has already saved his, with the aid of the gods of his world. ] You brought light to banish darkness... [ She whispers her words, but they echo within the empty hall of the church.
Slowly, Pyra stands, setting the chisel down. ] You have saved your world from something terrible...
That’s... [ Amazing. Incredible. Divine. He’s a— ] You are a hero.
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[ His face crinkles. No, that's not it. His hand drops as he tries again, shaking his head: ]
I was a king who sought to protect my people. I merely guarded the realm—not save it—in what ways I could.
[ Those ways saw the absence of pretty words and mercy. He's killed more people than he can count. His hands are stained with blood, and he knows better than anyone else that they can never be scrubbed clean; so he lets them be. ]
I am no hero.
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If the god of her world had chosen someone to save it, instead of letting a man simply take her and one other down from their perch in the World Tree.... she wonders just how many would have still lived. There was no intent to save the world, when that man had stolen them. There hadn’t even an attempt to stop him from taken them, and look what it wrought.
...But he says more: was a king. Merely guarded, not saved. ]
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A hero is one who... saves others. Someone who preserves the future for others. [ And a whole slew of other things, qualities, traits. Nobleness, virtues, honor, and so forth. ]
For those in your realm, you did just that. You gave them a future that they wouldn’t have had otherwise.
[ She knows that he probably doesn’t want to hear it, an insistent “but you are” in response to an “I’m not a hero.” She knows.
Across one of the pews from him, she stops, noticing his hand upon his chest. She’s often done he same gesture herself... but if he is human, he has a true heart beneath his hand, his skin, his sternum. And it beats like any other’s. ]
If they did not call you a hero either... I’m still certain that they are grateful within their hearts.
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[ He leans back, straightening. ]
What the children of their children call me matters not. The things I have done matter even less here.
[ How much weight does his role carry for Pyra? Just as hers would for him, none. Somnus cranes his neck to face her. Her hands are empty, and she's wandered down. ]
Have you finished already?
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She brings those same empty hands to her chest, partially obscuring the glow of her crystal set upon it. What he's saying sounds off to her, as if his words go beyond humbleness to self-deprecation, dismissing the good he has done.
But he must have saved and protected so many people. ] No, ....No. [ she repeats, voice quiet, hesitant because it feels as if she might be prying too much. For now, carving into the pulpit seems too arbitrary. There's something far more important standing before her, in the form of a young man and the answer he might give. ]
If I may ask, ....why... do you sound as if you [ She pauses, searching for a word. ] regret... having brought that light to dispel the darkness?
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On the surface, Somnus indicates none of this. He pins Pyra with an utterly neutral gaze. ]
How can I regret banishing a monster to the darkness? I was chosen by the gods. For my actions, the world has enjoyed its peace for two thousand years.
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She draws a sharp breath, as if she's just been slapped. ]
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...There hadn't even been five hundred years of peace, when she had been sealed.
The world had still declined, there had still been wars, and the Titans had still continued to age and die, and she's learned this from someone of her world that has appeared here. That, and how many have suffered, how those she had fought with either died or suffered in her absence. But even if she had been there, it would have been just the same-- if not worse. She'll take the blame.
Does it matter if he does regret bringing that light, being chosen by the gods, or whatever else he may have done or not to have that light banish the darkness? She regrets every moment of what she had done; but she'd think that, perhaps, if peace could have actually been achieved by the end of it, even for just one year thereafter... perhaps it would hurt a little less.
This man who has achieved that peace and for so long truly is a hero. ]
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King Somnus. [ She bows her head towards him, and when she raises her head, her gaze doesn't meet his. ]
....I'm sorry, if that question was intrusive. Excuse me.
[ Without another word, she takes her leave. ]
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What he said was unnecessary, hollow. He can't claim to understand why Pyra left so suddenly, nor does he care enough to find out. A lingering soul's purpose does not lie in making conversation. But the flower has compelled him to speak, and now he must sit with the consequences.
Chroma will only be restored to its former glory by forging connections. Somnus turns the flower over in his hand. Does this mean he'll have to speak with another like this again, unwillingly baring himself for the sake of the world?
Only time will tell. ]