My feet have long lost feeling and gone numb... stumbling between coherency and the brink of madness, I staggered on. The sun rays glare unforgiving, harsh, bitter, just like the wasteland that surrounds me. I forge ahead, in the corner of my eye I spot an oasis or is it a mirage? no... its a trick... a magical apparition that'll be my death. If one were to see me now, they would be unable to link my current appearance to my once regal bearing.
My eyes once full and brimming with light were no doubt now red and probably blood-shed after days and days of being chased and completely zero amounts of sleep over the last 3 days. My skin was always rough and worn, like any other knight, but now it lay cracked, most of the moisture having been sucked into the dry air.
The only thing left spick-and-span, the only item I possessed that did not lay a tattered mess, was my armor Tenebris Lux. However the once silver shine, had dulled to a weak glimmer and I ponder whether i should leave it be or leave it behind. Leaving the armor, Tenebris Lux, behind would be a great dishonor. For it is my duty as the HighGuard of Xocia to return it. However... I... no longer possess the strength to even lift the great suit any longer.
Moreover, the Zonia empire would not dare risk war with Xocia over me, a mere highguard. So why chase? Why break into Xocian land? Why risk provoking the army of Xocia and all Its allies? Their motivation? This suit of armor... why keep it then... maybe I should give in, just let go...
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I hear the horses neigh in the distance... they draw close... fuck it... if I am to die I will at least die in combat a death as befitting as one i will get while in the army I guess. I let lose a loud guffaw the action parting cracked lips and causing no small amount of pain but i had given up running and the enemy were already within sight.
“ Highguard Solando surrender thy armor and thou will ensure thy life. On my honor as Elite Magus, thou does swear should thou lay down thy blade we will ensure you leav...”
“ Not a chance in hell ya asshole” Calling onto the last strands of my magic I ready my blade, the armor will protect me from spells and arrows. That is definitely within its capabilities... no one country would send a squadron of 30 soldiers and 5 squadrons of mages and archers for a mere man otherwise... even with the chance that all of them will end up dead. I grin... it's the smirk of a resigned man one who knows its his end and accepts it. Pulling a high level spell like this will kill me... my body will completely disintegrate into dust and still I use it with no regrets... my last hope... to not only bury the armor but to also weaken Zonia as a final sacrifice...
From where I stand, I see the mage's eyes widen, he gapes he screams “RUN YOU IMBECILES HIS GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE!” I hear a loud gush of wind filling the area... then red covers my vision before it dims to darkness... then finally peace... finally I'm freed from the curse... Alice... I'm free we can be together again... finally...
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