To keep the legacy alive, we spread the tales of those we rembered. Down from each generation to the next. It looked bleaked, but at the peak of the Golden Age, so legends have been rembered more than most.
Especially you, Sovereign Ryuuzen, because now...we’ve finally co to understand how history bleeds into the pages forever.
"What do you an Aarx?"
That...you, Ryuuzen. Sovereign of...Strife, Ruin, and Death.
Huh? I look towards Aarx, shot him a confused look. He only scoffed.
Sounds like he’s accepted it infinitely more tis than I have.
Eventually...and sohow, your na beca...entangled. Distorted. History no longer rembers you as the legend you were...but of the heinous cris committed amongst our species.
The next generation of Dragons couldn’t tell the difference, and it made it all no better that you were a Dark Dragon as well, Sovereign Ryuuzen. I an all this to say that...at a certain point, when one wanted to keep the offsprings set in attitude, you were the nightbed tale of keeping them in check.
A humble dragon, I rember you to be, but often not is it that society, when reshaped, and reford, decide the definition of all things collectively. You beca the...the Calamity King, God of Catastrophe, and sooner or later...everything bad that happened to Dragonkind in the past...you were to bla for. Exception for the Genocide.
What?
I didn’t bring death. Not once, not at all! The Golden Age literally refrad , and only Dragonkind knows! If it wasn’t for Aarx...then who would see as such?
After being stuck and trapped in stone for 10,000 years...I was only rembered in ruins? I wasn’t forgotten...but I was misnad!
The Sovereign of Strife, huh? Sounds like bullshit. And not to ntion I was reduced to just a re boogeyman’s tale to keep dragon kids in check? Are we serious?
We overlooked the plane of Ashlight Bastion, standing at the rooftop...or not necessarily the rooftop, but the highest point of the building. It was clear that after so long...most of the building was weared away. Degraded.
Orange as far as I could see. Orange skies. I don’t rember it looking like this, though. It was clearer, blue so bright. White clouds so amazing. The atmosphere was different than before.
If I looked hard enough, I could see so stars just shining greatly to give out their strength against the orange filter of a realm we were in. Which only made think on how large everything is, really.
Because everything was a ga, I already assud that natural universal law...or dinsional law took place. I don’t know a lot about all of this science stuff to be honest, but I could only speculate a few things.
The stars that I was seeing right now is not the sa stars that I saw on Gaia. I knew that much. From everything I knew about the ga’s lore, the devs always made it clear that this place, Ashlight Bastion, existed solely outside of the living universe.
And even then.
Ashlight Bastion doesn’t look what I rember what it should be anymore. It hurts...but ti passes.
I don’t know why I expected it to be different otherwise.
I’m...sorry. But as I’ve tried, my words no longer mattered to the generation of the next. They believed in what they only wanted to see.
I turn toward Aarx, "No worries, big guy. I’m just glad you’re still here. Alive and kicking. Don’t worry for my sake."
I reassure him, and he looks a little relieved now. Even if I almost failed to do so. I could only imagine had Aarx not rembered...or his mory transpired him.
Just...just how did my na...my title, my very essence, get stretched beyond oblivion? I don’t know...I don’t think I’ll ever know, to be fair.
Because at this current state, I’m not sure of my capability of beating the Echo Witch, or anyone else for that matter. Because if dragonkind as a whole has split up and is no longer unified...then what does that an for ?
Or the other Sovereigns?
Shit. What if the Sovereigns are just as strong as ?
Can I beat them?
Would I even be able to beat them?
I took a long sigh. Lowered down, and sat at the edge of the ledge. The chains around my cloak clinked—I forgot they were with only for a mont. Must’ve been nothing but background noise.
This made it a whole lot harder, now. What if Vaniti finds out about this destroyed perception of ? What would she do? Leave?
What if she already knows?
I could only look at Aarx. There’s just...so much he doesn’t know yet. About , about the things I’ve done and how I got here and everything that has co and went.
For a mont, I think it settled into my mind.
That...I’m no longer the player anymore.
I used to think it dictated with...Guide, or the System. UI, nu, scales and stats. I don’t have that anymore so what made ...the player? Players are good, protagonists of a story.
If this world was heading into a DLC like state...I wouldn’t be a player.
The world forced to be a hidden lore boss without my permission.
I was blad for everything bad about dragonkind...why? Maybe because there had to be a scapegoat sohow. I bet they were glad when the genocide happened.
So...truly.
What would happen if they realized I’m still alive?
Aside being the [Dragon Sage] and trying to obtain that...do I...do I even want to be rembered correctly?
At all?
No...I have to be.
I want to be.
Because if I don’t...then the biggest punishnt is the image I let go by.
Until...until I’m given a huge reason as to why I shouldn’t, I’m going to try.
Because last ti I checked, I didn’t go looking for a legacy.
I didn’t ask to be...powerful.
But since the ga left, servers died, history beca bent with all of the data and focused it entirely on . Do I bla the Dragonkin...? I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t. They...they are only kids.
...then adults, the elderly. Why should the 17-year-old try to play grown-up over his own reputation? Does that genuinely make sense?
I turn towards Aarx, just maybe, with a little hope in my heart.
"Aarx, truly. Thank you." I begin.
"For everything."
Smoke escapes his nostrils, I stand up now, dusting my hands off.
For what? I’ve done rely nothing in assistance towards you.
I shake my head, "Despite what you believe, you’ve done the opposite. I know what I’m going to do now."
He tilts his head, and I stick out my hand, raising one of my fingers.
"One," I begin.
"I’m going to beco the next Dragon Sage,"
And then I raise another finger.
"And two, through that, I’ll reshape the world, and change my reputation."
Aarx looks shocked, even coughed slightly. Fluttered his large, scaly wings. I don’t think he believed for once, but I didn’t laugh, and so his trust in slowly grew.
D-Dragon Sage...? The almighty power of it?
He even sounds shocked.
I only nod.
He looks away for a second, as if there hasn’t been sothing he’s telling this entire ti. I an...there is no Dragon Sage to my knowledge. If millions of players couldn’t achieve it, what makes think that the entirety of Dragonkind could?
Well...they had 10,000 of years...and maybe the Sovereigns also got it? But that’s impossible, I was one of the closest. I wasn’t the closest, but I was there.
Maybe one of them also knew...? Nah, can’t.
But I refocus my attention on him, he looks, shocked. And bows his head.
For what?
Towards ?
I didn’t realize it, but smoke appeared behind . Hot, nostrils behind . My hair swayed in the wind gusts that it conjured. I didn’t hear flying—that’s the thing.
I didn’t feel anything, except for my spine feeling hot.
Uncontrollably hot.
"Shi-shit, right here? Right now...?!" My lips trembled, it’s about to happen. No wonder why it felt hot. No wonder why Aarx was bowing down again. He didn’t have to just bow down to .
He also had to bow down to him.
Before I could turn around, my back launched back, as if I was pulled. I fell back, and expected myself to be freefalling and flying through the air. I closed my eyes—no, just blinked, and expected myself to hear the sound of wind gushing.
But it didn’t arrive.
I hit the ground hard, instead. The sound of mana, magic brimming around died down. My spine cooled down in heat, and my eyes shot open. I looked around.
I wasn’t in Ashlight Bastion anymore.
No...no, no...!
Aarx was going to tell sothing...!
I could hear the sound of panting, jagged panting. I slowly got up and turned around to see her. No one else but her.
Vaniti. She sat down, panting. Breathing hard.
But there was a worried look on her face.
But...even then, my anger got the best of .
"V-Vaniti...! What did you do...?! Aarx was going to..." I trailed off, notice raising my voice. Vaniti only winced like a puppy. She slowly got up, and hugged greatly.
"I...I didn’t know what to do...!" Her voice raising, almost on the verge of tears—no, sounds like soone who’s been crying for the longest. Heavy sobs, now died down.
She hugs and holds closer than she ever has.
"I...I thought I lost you!" She breaks the hug, and for once I get to see her eyes. Erald and Pearl. Where’s her blindfold? She can barely see now. Is the premise of that more important than using a blindfold?
"W-what happened? I was just in there for..."
I look around, actually.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Blood.
Weapons.
Gear.
Littered.
Littered.
Littered.
"Y-you were gone for 4 days! I searched everywhere in the cave and...and you weren’t there! I didn’t know what do and...and..." Vaniti goes on.
I take a step back.
Looking at my hands, and then to Vaniti.
Blood littered in different colors of her gear.
What...?
I was only in there for just...an hour.
Was...was I gone for that long?
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