1 Dawn and Dusk
Many have heard the story before.
The story of foolish humans being arrogant and overstepping their boundaries, asking for God's wrath.
Man proposes, God disposes.
Every one thousand years, the Lord God Almighty sent his wonders onto the world.
Every one thousand years, divine punishment fell onto the land, cleansing it.
Every one thousand years, innocent and sinful, good and evil alike, both fall under the smite of heaven.
Fall under the horrors of hell.
Man grew arrogant, and forget who gave them life, so the Lord took it.
That's what some people know and think. No one can remember when it first began, but nevertheless it did happen.
None can deny it.
Many questioned his ways, many begged for forgiveness, and many cursed him.
Why must they suffer, when so many have done no wrong?
None was truly answered, and if they were answered, those who heard his messages kept mum, silent. So many didn't know why they were punished; why they were tortured; why they were slain.
Perhaps the punishments were trials for the living to overcome, so the Lord can judge who is truly worth saving. Who is truly worth entering his kingdom.
Perhaps the manifestation of hell onto the earth truly were punishment for everyone who was born onto the land.
In the end, no one can truly understand the Lord and his plans.
No one.
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𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱
𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱
𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱
Rain fell, leaving everywhere in its sight wet. The ground and hills, sheltered by no roof or treetops, could only let every raindrop splattered onto the ground, muddying all.
From the ground, an earthy scent rose, accompanied by ones that many abhor.
Gray clouds replaced the once blue beautiful sky, and no matter how far one tried to look, there wasn't a speck of light in sight.
Rain was all a man heard and felt as he laid here on the muddy, dirty ground, dying. Wounded, the man felt slightly fortunate to be wearing full body armor, as the rain was mostly unable to touch him.
It was a pity that each raindrop made small tinkling noises.
The black, now gray and dull full body armor the man wore was caked in blood and dirt. He felt so tired, he didn't have the energy to even move his head to the side. People do need holes to see through their helmets after all, and the man was privileged enough to have multiple holes in his helmet.
Rain dripped in through the holes on the face of the man's helmet, splattering onto his bloodied face hidden by the helmet.
Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate the rain slipped through the helmet, the man could only know.
He waited for his impending death.
He remembered my promises and regrets flowing through my mind, one by one. Among those, however, was the one true regret I have.
Not being able to save...her. The memory rushed into the man's mind, and a long sigh escaped from his mouth.
His sweet little sister.
She was only a child, and yet...yet! She died so horribly, and he never was able to fulfill his promise to her!
'The promise...what was it again?' he thought.
Then, the man remembered.
'To let her see the most beautiful of plants and flowers in the world.'
Her life slipped through his grasp, and he was unable to prevent it. He was too weak. Unprepared.
A coward.
Still, the man learned from his mistakes, and grew. He then walked a path where others shiver in fear, where others had no choice but to bend their knees, begging for forgiveness. In the end, he was able to attain the strength he wanted.
Be that as it may, however...
Obstacles stood in my way, and the man continued to move forward.
In this life of mine, he tried to bring her back, but he couldn't. Fate and destiny never favored him, and he grew to hate such a thing.
Now, he couldn't feel anymore. Long ago, he lost those useless feelings. What use was to hate such a thing, when he knew it was he himself who was weak?
As the man laid on the ground, dying, he felt his body weakening even further, and his mind becoming more dull and empty.
'So, the time as come.'
His body has finally given up. No longer being able to keep his eyes open, he decided to give in to the inevitable, and let the darkness consume himself.
As the empty void devoured him, thoughts appeared in his mind.
Was it regrets? Leftover thoughts? A wish?
No one can know but the dying man himself, and as the world grew dark, he to saw nothing.
Then, everything stopped.
Finally, he was free.
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And then, there was light.
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And it became dark once more.
