Final Awakenings

The time has come for me to rise to the turning of the age and the ending of the Advent, the time has come for me to integrate and become part of this darkness that now sharply and violently washes across this grand and seemingly infinite place – for there is no other path left to take, no other life left to live, no other destiny to obtain – this is the end taking shape, the end finalizing in all that it is, the end reaching out to make me apart of it.

I still look up to you, the legend, for I know you would have never yearned for me to become apart of this mess. However, times change, and violently so they have. Through timelines and dark nights, I have yearned for a day where all of this would finally come to an end, a day where I could become part of something greater again, a day when a fight would present itself to me for a chance to change this all. I have now begun to brace my skin to meet with steel, forged by hands much darker than mine, crafted by minds much more twisted, yet more wise than mine.

On this battlefield, I am a stranger, cursed to live out the remainder of my days alone for reasons I will likely surely learn, before oaths begin to expire. For in this moment, the mask of light that I once wore is now being removed, for no longer will I be one with masquerade – as that time is long behind me. For I know truthfully that I fell from the light the moment the exile took part. For if I am to ever reach a light again, it must be of a greater light, a newer light, a truer light, one that I have known for all of eternity, one that will never fade from my tired eyes ever again.

It is now on this path that I will be lead to know the darkest things I have ever come to know, and will live out perhaps the most darkest moments that await me before this shall all come to an end. The remaining souls which have look down upon me above throughout all of these ages know that the energy they once helped provide is now quickly dwindling out, and it is solely up to me to keep a final fire burning throughout this war. A fire that must last me until oaths are finally completed, one that will perhaps grant me the ability to make a final change, an ability to see the true light I have yearned to see all of this time.

The light that remains now, has nothing for me, and I will now cast it out much like the shadows that are forcefully casted onto the blackened moon above me, it is of these actions that my mind shall now become clear, my mind shall now become focused, and though my stomach continues to turn throughout all of these, and darker nights become more and more sleepless with each passing night, I swear to weakened beating heart within me, with every beckoning word I speak, that this action will be done, for now I shall lead a life of shadows as a warrior in this place – for the echoes that seek to devour us whole will have to destroy this entire army first, before it can reach my soul. For in this moment I am fearless, and in this moment I am ready to meet with whatever final fates await me. For I am the knight, I am what lies at the end of this all.

The desperation that has come and gone throughout these ages in terms of finding a new light have certainly taken a toll on me. It has proven to be ut-most damaging, in many different ways. Since the dark nights have arisen, everything has changed in way’s I’ve never thought imaginable. Fates have found their way into this land and now, an Advent is inevitably to soon meet it’s end – along with all else that resides here in this grand and seemingly infinite place. I have witnessed the impossible happen here, from echoes and cycles forming and taking shape, to the hands of higher beings reaching down from the skies, to the return of the legend – this path has truly shaken me to my core.

But now, I have been met with yet another cross roads, a much darker crossroads that has stemmed from these Darker nights, one that in which has been waiting for me, perhaps since my existence. The times that stand ahead of me now are times of war, times of a great fight, and times that will truly drain every lance ounce of energy stored within my body,syphoning off every last string of strength that seeps from without of my soul. For in this moment, the amount of danger that is now taking place hax called upon the warring sounds from the distance, and now a precursor to a darkness I could never dream of, awaits me.

I have ran out of options, and my time remaining, also soon to reach its end. For now, what I must become, is something that you have always forbid me to be, something that I always never wanted you to see me as. For now, I must embrace shadows that withhold my every ounce of remaining fear, take upon the marks of every scar I have ever obtained, and become one with every echo that has ever haunted me. For in this state of suffering I just may be given the chance that I have been seeking out since the exile was bestowed upon me,  a chance that will provide me an ability that whispers of Destiny’s, though time in running thin. I must embrace this path, and at long last, leave the light behind. For in the light, the weapons to defeat this army which we shall soon war with, cannot be forged. For only in shadows, will we win this war, and only in shadows can I have a chance at altering this all, one last time.

Various feelings and tremblings have long since begun to make their way throughout my body. This occurrence has been ever so more apparent ever since the return of the legend, and it picks up more and more with each passing day. These feelings and tremblings are like something so familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. While all of this is happening, I am more aware than ever that a war is quickly approaching, and violence will soon sweep it’s way across these lands once more, instead this time – I have been called to stand at the frontlines, called to partake in darker duty as these days grow closer and closer to ceasing to exist. 

The feeling that courses through my veins now in a way has a voice with it’s coursing, whispering to me to take the chance, to be born out of something I’ve seemed to have always known – though it is vague. I have been lead astray before, but with these days surely numbered before fates begin to settle in, I also know that the time remaining to partake on this course is scarce. I know that unlike the forces that lie in between, this will surely be a one way ticket, a one sided ticket to something I may deeply regret, but deep down inside – I know that it may be the only way. Deep down inside, I know this path has been calling and yearning for me ever since the exile.

In these last moments before I choose what to embrace, I know that surely much will break once a choice in made, and one way or another more cycles that have been formed throughout the Advent will begin to shatter, setting my lines astray once more, but perhaps this is what I’ve needed all along, what I’ve needed for higher forces to witness me once again. This knowing, this calling, this feeling, this impulse like I’ve never felt before is growing stronger with every moment, and I am beginning to feel more and more distant from the person I used to know the longer my mind drifts towards this path. For in this moment things are getting dangerous once again, and my desperation has reached a new height. So it is with this that I must make a much darker leap of faith, take on a much darker dream, and fulfill the desires and longings of a much darker knight.

In this moment, things have begun to get dangerous once again. Though it seems, ever since the arrival of Fates here in this place, every passing moment is a dangerous one, a critical one – one that could in which see us all meet our ends at the blink of an eye. For now, however, war is afoot – war much greater than what I have struggled within in the past, no, this is much different. This feels…so much worse. This time around, my heart is calling out to me, yelling out to me like it has never done before. I am now all stirred up inside, caught in a panik, stomach turning – and mind blurring. For my heart now warns me of what lies ahead, for the fight that awaits us is certain to dictate this lands future, this lands fait, the war that awaits us marks a new turning point – an inability to turn back. 

For ages, I have left my armor behind me, I have left my violent tendencies at the bottom of the sea, I have sought to become a mercenary for the light and nothing more, however no matter the life I contrived, some higher forces have proven to have other plans. For what I am now is nothing than a dream that’s crumbling at the seams – one in which that was never fully birthed. What awaits us onward will surely make it’s imprint across this place, ridding anything that seeks to stand in it’s way, paving a path for a new future, paving a world for itself only, seeking to claim a newer advent as it’s.

The weapons that my heart know are held by these coming forces, are weapons that will shake us to our very core, weapons that will ensure us that we will never be the same again, weapons that will make us all think twice before engaging in this conflict that grows seemingly more and more inevitable with every passing hour. Unlike before, I know much more clearly when something is surely futile, when a certain Fate is surely set in stone, when there is no longer any time to take a step back. That moment is now, and now I march onward, with the very fleeting strength and breath that I have left.

The events which followed the return of the Legend begin to blur which each and every passing day, just like my time spent wandering throughout this vast, and seemingly infinite space. The things that I have come to know and hold close ever since the exile, are nothing in comparison to what was lost during those days, and so still I am haunted, despite now learning the truth, despite now accepting closure.

The void that once consumed me has been kept at bay ever since the return, however I can feel something much greater and much heavier seeking to seep it’s way in – for the fire that we once built have now certainly burnt out, and now I know I must begin to seek out embers once again, embers to in hope start one final fire, that will lead me through this coming darkness – that will lead me to the end of this all.

You speak of a light that you’ve reached, and all I seem to know now is of shadows that I have long since resisted. For their rising and their burnings throughout all of these ages past have long since taken a toll on me. I know now that I can no longer pretend that I have the strength, nor the will to reach where you now reside. My stomach turns violently as I struggle throughout this place, now filling more and more with shadows, ready to descend – and both you and I know for a certainty that this must be fought on my own.

Time, cycles, and timelines are of stranger phenomenas that throughout the eras and ages I have thoroughly convinced myself that I may never actually be able to fully understand them to their fullest content. Like the once ever-changing world around me, it seems that I cannot keep up, it seems that I was never meant to keep up, it seems that the changes that plague me and my every action are of some unavoidable law, or unavoidable fate that has been set in stone, long before I had even come into existence. In essence, during these strange times of the end, impossibilities have found their way into these scapes, somehow seeping through the already fractured timeline, and now bringing about more chaos than I could ever imagine. Every now and then, or perhaps every advent or so, these Fates return something, the waves and seas that once devoured all that I knew, spit something out – returning it fractured, damaged, different – never to be the same again. Something that since the exile, has been nothing but a tale, a dream, a legend – that has somehow returned.

You were what the times had stolen from me, a punishment that came alongside the arrival of echoes and shadows, that soon followed the exile. You were the ultimate repercussion of the moment my eyes started to dim from life, the moment I decided to take a rest. Since that time, the path that I have forged has spiraled out of control, from manipulating lines to stumbling across these great scapes, and now to reaching towards the hands that reach downwards from above – I have taken many twists and turns that would likely not have been formed if not for your fading. Before your time, and before ours, I knew that I was always destined to reach the dark, to embrace it in its entirety, to let it consume me – what I did not know however is that a catalyst must be in that place, and the times have long since shown me that you were that catalyst.

From the eyes that I envision with now, it is hard for me to see anything but a sickness, seething from the Lords that reside above. Those who seek to keep balance over this place, those who seek to avidly work towards filling the endless voids that spread across the many scapes, realms, and lines, those who never truly forgot who they are – those who continue to see us suffering, but simply turn away. In many words you spoke is where my heart ceased to function, the context of what you meant, is where my reality of old shattered. For not only have you brought upon the first of the Final fates that await me, but also unlocked the gates of the Shadows that reside across this place, ultimately bringing about the Last Days that I’ve dreamed about for ages.

My heart will always hold higher love for you, and my mind will always long for you. This is the curse that I have brought upon myself in contracts that I know were always meant to be, but perhaps my greatest downfall. Unlike those who move across their choices and these scapes with great haste, smoothly evading the bumps and crevices which meet the edge of their very soles, I tend to stumble and struggle onwards, with the very choices of decisions I made plaguing me until closure is met. For me, it is not as simple as moving onto a new age, it is not as simple as forgetting, it is more a matter of healing, redefining, or ultimately – rebirth.

You were the greatest of what I once lost, and though I know those times will never be restored, I can only hold gratefulness in my heart that the everything that I knew still breathes, still remembers, still lives to this day. But while yes, while my heart will continue it’s yearning for all that you are, whilst my mind knowing that it will never be, and my soul, having long since accepted and known of this Fate – you will surely take the backseat during these end times, and you shall see the very outcome of all that has stemmed from this madness, you will see of what will become of these stormlands, and you will witness the very arrival of the last of these Fates. Even in death, this connection will truly never be severed. For the strings of every person I have ever met, will be met with souls I have known for an eternity, it is in this one, true knowing that I have come to realize that what we have come to experience till this very day is now all that we have experienced, that we once extended long beyond the Cavern walls, the barren Plains, and towering Castles – our story started before all of it. In a way, it is a legend, one that will likely continue as these Shadows surely march upon us all and wage their final attack as we lose grip of the day and seep quietly into the darkest of nights. For while much was lost on that day the echoes washed away all I once knew, you, the shining force beyond all that I once knew, and all that came to be, were destined to be the legend that would return.