As the once beloved prophet ran across the cursed lands that have been sucked dry of their once beautiful landscape he is unable to stop the trembling caused by hours of running. He who was once loved by the Gods of the New World is now being hunted for his blessing, not calling it a blessing will be unjustified, and he was being hunted for his curse. At the royal palace a few days ago the coming of age ceremony was held, it was the moment he awaited for almost all of his life. He was born in the royal blood with hair whiter than the wisest sages of the kingdom and skin so bright it caused him great pain going outside of the palace but now he was running from the very people that adored him. He was given an abnormal ability and because of that he was given the title apostle of the gods even though he hated this title with time he came to accept it but he still preferred the title given to him by the people “The Dreamer”.
He was once again dwelling in the past. These now useless thoughts helped him calm his mind from the now unimaginable pain that one won’t be able to stand without a purpose. As the thoughts ran out the pain kicked in again, his body felt so tired that even the cursed lands seemed comfortable. As the prophet approached his dear friend he passed out. Just before the lights went out he was embarrassed by just even thinking about how pathetic he must have looked. The unbearable smell of the rotting bodies made him throw up. He hated the smell but he hated the shivers he would get when he came to visit here even more. The once glorious king laid down across the room waiting for the words that would come out of the now adult child he befriended. He staggered thinking whether he should apologize for bringing him trouble but as he was about to speak he saw the corpses of the royal knights with giant claw marks in their chests. He tried holding but this very deep and dark feeling of regret hit him. He cursed his selfish self but it was too late to regret the decision he made and now he had no choice but to see his decisions all the way through till the end.
He seemed weaker than usual, he was aware of the fact that he was not physically strong but he took pride in seeing all of those horrific visions and not being phased by them but he knew if there was a mirror beside him he would see the pitiful state he was in. The old king decided he waited enough and spoke first instead “Oh young fool of a soul, why have thee refused the ceremony? Why have thee not taken the righteous spot that was granted?”, he could feel the disappointment in his surprisingly gentle voice. He stuttered but he could at least get some words out “I had to, I am nor fit to become the heir and nor am I fit to lead people with this accursed gift that has been forged in the very blood of mine” when he finished speaking there was a very quiet moment where his decision was justified but moment only lasted for so long. He already knew the consequences of not participating in the ceremony but he would rather live a life with constant suffering then see the demise of his people come from the same hands that gave them hope. The old king knew that he was here to take the offer that was presented long ago, he also felt regret for giving him another choice which will make him suffer more but it seems he rather pray to the same gods that have cursed him with this very same fate than rebel against the gods of the new world. Erios shook his head to show he was ready for the ritual. Not many people knew the power of the rituals and when someone learned they could borrow the power of the old gods with its help they were quickly executed for witchcraft. When he saw a ritual in one of his visions, he could do nothing but watch it take place. He witnessed a destitute turn into a warrior that had to wipe out an army and then right into a peck of dust on the battlefield. After this he could do nothing but seek guidance from the most knowledgeable creature he knew, which so happened to be the old wise king he was already well acquainted with at that age.
Their friendship began at an age which he could not recall but it’s easy to understand their closeness given their circumstances. Considering their age gap it was weird for this weird relationship to be called a friendship but they were both lost souls that were in dire need of anyone filling that role and it seems fate acted with a good will to give them to each other. After them speaking with only small gestures they Erios had enough courage to break the silence “I plead, let one’s heart speak. Why have the lords above have bestowed such a fate even unbeknownst to me”. The old king was uncertain whether he should mention his past that he avoided since the beginning of time but his heart could not fathom the amount of pain that he will face if he could not help his young little friend. . . his only friend. The old king’s voice echoed like a little bird drowning in agony “Thy feelings are erupt. . . just like mine was a long ago. You are bleeding yet only thou see it. I have been breathing since the sand in the glass has started moving. I was quite alike to thyself, considered to be blessed just to end up cursed. . .they all showed prejudice even the ones thou thought of the fondest so thou has move the world with great spite to thy kin.” Erios quietly turned his head, he was feeling an indescribable amount of shame. The doubt he possessed all along was quickly washed away with these few sentences. . . Was he understood all along? But why hasn’t the king spoken sooner? If only had he given him the glimmer of hope he was firmly waiting for years could all of this mess end up like this?
After a few minutes of silence he could finally turn to face the king once again but this time to stop him from his sorry state he quickly rushed to his side to give the king a very warm thank you after all he has done for his sake. The king was startled at first since this was the first time apart from the time they met that Erios held the king with such an emotion. They both stared into each other’s eyes like they could see each others very souls and even though for a moment they did. . .