The Light... such a cursed feeling.
Humans, part of this light, had good intentions. They believed in the promise of the light, which brought them everything they always wanted. Prosperity, safety, and happiness flourished under its radiant glow. Villages thrived, cities expanded, and people lived in peace, basking in the warmth and security the light provided.
But for those who stood in opposition, the light was a relentless force, an unforgiving conqueror. The skeleton soldier, once a mighty warrior in the darkest war, knew this all too well. He had fought bravely for his cause, believing in the power and freedom of darkness. Yet, the light's overwhelming power had shattered their defenses and crushed their spirits.
This is what happened to us... to those who dared to defy them.
Them, the darkness...
I stood alone... alone in front of many like me...
The snow touched my bone skin.
I looked down as my long scarf flowed in the wind.
My red glowing orbs, the remnants of my non-existent eyes, were filled with despair and sadness. I couldn't cry nor scream, as this would do nothing...
My soul inside me would soon disappear; I wouldn't be able to see them again...
I slowly walked, as the red sun kept moving, as if it stared at me, and the gloomy dark clouds.
Why... why did it have to happen... why were we weak...
In the aftermath of the darkest war, I wandered through the desolate, snow-covered battlefield. The cold bit at my bones, a reminder of my impending end. Around me, the skeletal remains of my comrades lay scattered, their lifeless forms a stark contrast to the vibrant life they once held. Each step I took echoed with the memories of battles fought and lost, a painful reminder of our defeat.
The light had been merciless, its radiant force overwhelming our defenses and shattering our resolve. We had believed in the darkness, in its freedom and power, but the light's relentless assault had proven too much. Now, all that remained was a barren wasteland, a graveyard for those who dared to stand against the light.
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As I trudged through the snow, I felt my soul slipping away, its energy fading with each passing moment. The after-afterlife awaited, a final destination where I would reunite with the spirits of my fallen friends. But as the cold seeped deeper into my bones, I realized I wasn't ready to leave just yet. There was something unfinished, a lingering sense of purpose that kept me moving forward.
Suddenly, my body let go as I was too weak to move anymore. I looked at the gloomy sky. The snow touched my body.
...This is the end...
...The end of the darkness...
My soul is slowly dissolving...
It hurts... it hurts so much...
...
...
Suddenly, before my soul disappeared, a surge of pain shot through me and I screamed,
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
I looked in front of me and saw an enormous sword stabbing my chest, where my soul should be.
I screamed in pure agony as the sword connected with my soul. This feeling... why does it feel so familiar?
Before I could comprehend it, my eyes widened, and I screamed even louder as I felt like my body was about to explode.
Suddenly...
...
...
The world stood dark in front of me.
Time seemed to stretch into eternity as the shadows enveloped me, swallowing the remnants of my anguish. In this void, I felt weightless, suspended between existence and oblivion. The darkness pressed against me, yet it was strangely comforting, a reminder of the power I once wielded in life.
Then, from the depths of that darkness, a voice echoed—a whisper that resonated deep within my very essence.
"Awaken, lost one. Embrace your true power."
My soul, once a deep blue, now flickered like a crimson flame.
"You are stronger than your foes... you are different... I CAN FEEL IT!"
My body shook as I slowly tried to grasp the sword, its hilt pulsing with energy that mirrored my own.
"You will destroy all of them and avenge me... avenge everyone!"
With each word, a surge of power coursed through me, igniting the remnants of my being. Memories of battles fought and comrades lost flooded my mind, fueling a fire that had long been extinguished. I was no longer just a soldier; I was a vessel of vengeance, a harbinger of darkness ready to reclaim my destiny.
As the shadows began to recede, I felt the sword draw closer, its power intertwining with my soul. I could feel the weight of its history, the echoes of its former wielder resonating within me. This was not just a weapon; it was a key to unlocking my true potential.
"Rise, My subordinate," the voice urged. "The world is waiting for you to reclaim what was taken. Embrace the darkness, and let it guide you."
But before I could fully take in the power of the sword, I fell into the snow, my body collapsing against the cold, white ground. The chill seeped into my bones, and I felt a disorienting mix of sensations.
In that moment, I understood: I had been given a second chance. As the snowflakes danced around me, I gripped the sword tightly, my heart pounding with the promise of revenge.
The darkness faded, and light spilled into the void. But this time, it did not blind me. Instead, it illuminated my path, revealing the choices ahead. I was ready to face the light, to challenge the forces that sought to extinguish my flame.
I had become more than a mere skeleton; I was a warrior reborn, ready to avenge the fallen and reclaim my rightful place in this world.