Miscellaneous Stories
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Lonely God - A Dragoon Story
They overlooked the great wilds below them. The remains of a once great city that had since died and been reclaimed by nature. The man in the black suit sat at the edge of the cliff and pointed to the small group of settlers on the far edge of the city.
"They're coming back to the old places again." He smiled weakly, amongst them he knew were the decendants of those he left behind.
"It's as you wanted, as you made it no?" The young man that stood behind him also overlooking the great city. Like the man in the suit, the young man in white had ties to this place, though they both had been gone from it a very long time.
"You're worried about him aren't you." the young man said. He could see each face in the caravan despite the great distance, a gift from his new status. "You're worried he'll get hurt."
The man in the black suit stared intently at the face that looked so familiar. Generation later and it was if he was seeing him again, it was uncanny. "Not anymore. Nothing reasonably at least. Now however, I'm just happy to see them moving on."
The young man knew he was talking about many different people. Many people he has had to walk away away from for one reason or another. "Are you really happy?"
The man in the black suit looked up at the young man, they rarely looked at each other, but this time their eyes met. "What do you mean by that?"
"Are you really happy that they don't need you anymore? That they are safe and no longer need you worrying over their every moment."
The man in the suit stood up. "I would have done anything for them! I still would gladly give up my own life for them."
"But you can't give up your life anymore. You can't play the martyr, the hero the victim, so what use are they to you know. There is no one left to remember you." The young man knew the words had to be said, there was a reason they were still roaming this new world.
"Go to hell!"
"I almost did, remember? You almost sent me to my own demise, my eternal torture at yoru own creation, just so you could be here to save them."
"I never meant..."
"Yes you did. You can't lie to me now, you did mean it. It was never about them, it was never about me, it was always about you, always about you never being forgotten."
"Fine!, YES! I admit it." The man in the suit screamed out. 'I don't care if i was angel or demon, if I sacraficed my own life or tore down God himself. Whether they loved me or hated me. Whether I was a saint or the foulest beast from their nightmares. As long as they remembered me, I didn't care."
"And you've been both, you've saved lives and killed just as many. You even tore down gods, and yet here you are, watching that young man, waiting for what."
The man in the black suit turned around and looked down. The face he looked at looked back at him, as if he could see him. "Waiting to see if he remembers me. But he won't will he."
"None of them will. This world is theirs now."
The man in the black suit sat down at the cliff's edge and looked out to the horizen. "They're gonna come back to all the old places now, the last of the world's memories made into new ones. And what about us?"
"We do what you always meant for us to do. We leave, we move on, and we go someplace else where for a while, whether we are angel or demon, they will remember us." The young man in white crouched down and placed his hand on the other's shoulder.
"You think I'll ever stopped being like this?"
"No. But isn't that the reason I'm here?"
The man in the black suit looked up at the face smiling at him and he understood.
"Let's go Eli." the young man said.
Slowly they both stood and turned away from the city. Great wings spread from both as light and shadow enveloped them, vanishing from this world.
