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All are playthings of Fate until they bond together |
In Paparisha, the Northwestern sector of Nykos, Taguel and Wolfskin cheered hysterically as Leoppold presented himself on a balcony with Tarana, the general in charge of the district. Tarana stood frozen. She was beyond horrified, she was about to be publicly executed and she could not move a muscle. Every fiber of her body demanded obedience toward this man. This stranger had whispered in her ear a command her mind did not wish to follow, yet she followed without any opposition, her heart had led her blindly. "Become a part of something greater, be a symbol of a new age, Tarana."
Yorke stared at at Leoppold, starstruck by his air of dignity and grace, even in the face of such excitement, bitter hatred, and rebellion. There was something about him that just magnified praise and admiration, he was an unstoppable god with no regard for earthly resistance. He had taken the most powerful woman in the locality and had brought her to her knees. And there she was, defenseless. Though most men would boast at this accomplishment, not even a grin passed across Leoppold's face. He had an initiative. He had the capacity to achieve his goal. And he would do that just as he was about to do this. Without a single hint of remorse. Yorke's eyes widened as Leoppold cried out to the people below the blue sky, "Behold, the first of many!" Tarana's eyes finally lost their cold glaze and she screamed as Leoppold shot her through her stomach with his light tome and then tossed her body to the crowd. "There will be a new order! We will march through this continent and reform these heathens through the same methods they used to abuse us! We will eliminate this bigotry through war, we will march to Lyrouche and use the Empirion to wipe out the stain known as man!" Leoppold noted Yorke's clear respect for him from his deep gaze to his sheer joy at watching Tarana fall from the balcony. He approached Yorke and pulled him from the bloodthirsty crowd that desecrated Tarana's corpse. Yorke was visibly teary-eyed, and knelt before Leoppold, "Use me, please. I'll do anything you want. You have performed a service I cannot repay, I am eternally grateful to you." Leoppold replied, "Do not kneel to me. We are equals, acolyte of change. We will rally the troops in the morn." And Yorke simply stared as Leoppold walked away.
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AuthorI am a recent high school grad who really should have better things to do. I have a passion for world building, video games (especially FE), and writing. I also enjoy music, doodling, and avoiding socializing :\ Archives
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