It
doesn’t seem so long ago, the six of us standing there, enjoying each other’s
company, the calm before the storm. Even Johan and Treven got along that day,
remember? And when the storm reached us, when Vyell and his darkness stood at
our doorstep, we fought as one. It wasn’t a battle of desperation anymore to
us, we wanted to be there, we were happy. We were the six warriors of light who
kept the shadow back. It was our honor. And finally, when the sun could be seen
through the clouds the next day, we won. Even through the victory, Vyell’s pact
of power kept him alive and a threat. He would remain immortal for the century
his contact gave him. The King of Kalem had a way for us to succeed. A way to
hide one of the warriors of light from time and space until they were needed.
To hold ourselves in place as the rest of the world turned for one hundred
years. The six of us looked at each other in disbelief before tears were shed.
After everything we sacrificed, everything we gave up to go on this ridiculous
journey and beat all the odds against us, we were asked to sacrifice one of us
to battle alone while the rest of us lived out our lives. You volunteered first.
Johan and Treven argued with you
before turning on each other like they always did. Then Tiffy argued on my
behalf. Kat slapped you and then hugged you, knowing she couldn’t change your
mind. She was always OK with your tough decisions, she saw you as our leader
from the very beginning. We all did. You were the one to pull us through, and
you had made the decision easier for everyone. Everyone except me. You know your
decision would change my life forever. It was the saddest I had ever been.
We had plans, you and I. Fenix
the mighty, and Faye the adorable. That is what you called us. I was a warrior
through and through, yet you called me adorable. Kat had Johan, Tiffy had
Treven, and I had you. You had promised me a happy life. You said we would
wander together until we grew old, and then buy a small castle with all of our
earnings. We would be a Lord and Lady, have servants, and seamstresses and
little pets and… You broke that promise. You sacrificed our love for the good
of the world and I hated it. You were being a hero and I hated it.
I tried to convince myself you
were just doing it for the glory, that you were being selfish. But, deep down,
I knew you were being as selfless as anyone could be. It was a decision you
made quickly, but not easily. I heard you cry that night in the woods, the day
before the ceremony was to take place, do you remember? You wept alone, away
from everyone, to keep yourself looking strong. And it is now I know why.
Because your weeping lead me to where I am now.
I am sorry for what I did. It
was irrational and stupid and dumb, but I stand by it. You see, without you, I
had nothing left. I had no happily ever after, no storybook ending. And that’s
what heroes end up with at the end, don’t they? That’s why the hero chooses to
fight and no one else does, because they have nothing to lose. They choose
because everyone else can’t make that tough decision.
I
hope you ended up forgiving me Fen. I hope you found another pretty girl,
wandered the lands, became a Lord, and treated your servants well. I hope you
lived out your days while I slept. I hope you were a hero even to the smallest
town. I promise you I will be. I will be Faye the adorable, even in this future
I have woken up to. Vyell will feel your strength through me. Everyone will. I
promise.
-Faye, the Adorable
Warrior of Light
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