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"When Friendship Fails"
Fandom: Tales of Graces F
Rating: PG13 for death and gore?
Characters: Richard, Lambda, Fodra
Summary: Bad End
The Capital of Windor was a beautiful city. Was. At one time it had been a glimmering jewel on the coast, a place of splendor, and Richard's pride and responsibility.
Now it was a ruin, rubble was all that remained of most of the buildings, fire-gutted and destroyed. The streets, once alive with commerce and the happy shouting of prosperous citizens, were silent save the buzzing of flies and the growling of enhanced monsters.
A week ago, banners had waved in the breeze. Now, they fluttered, tattered and stained. The air that smelled of brine and fresh sea breezes stank of decay and ash.
"Look." The woman's voice was a gentle whisper, a satisfied sigh as she draped on the king of this fallen land from behind, arms wrapped around him.
"Look, and see. We've saved your world. There will be only peace now." It was a young boy's voice, and fingers wrapped around Richard's hand, warm. "Just like you always wanted."
"It's safe." The woman agreed, wiping a tear from Richard's cheek. "It's peaceful."
"Let's visit Lhant. I want to see everyone's faces." The boy whispered. Richard twitched, the numb horror in him thawing a bit to a more raw, visceral dread.
"That's right. We haven't really finished saving the world. My children have much left to do."
Richard opened his mouth to speak, to beg, but of course, there was no sound. There never would be again, without his tongue.
"Because you're my friend, I won't rest until the world is saved." The boy promised.
And Richard believed him.
After all, was there a more powerful force in the world, than that of friendship?
Rating: PG13 for death and gore?
Characters: Richard, Lambda, Fodra
Summary: Bad End
The Capital of Windor was a beautiful city. Was. At one time it had been a glimmering jewel on the coast, a place of splendor, and Richard's pride and responsibility.
Now it was a ruin, rubble was all that remained of most of the buildings, fire-gutted and destroyed. The streets, once alive with commerce and the happy shouting of prosperous citizens, were silent save the buzzing of flies and the growling of enhanced monsters.
A week ago, banners had waved in the breeze. Now, they fluttered, tattered and stained. The air that smelled of brine and fresh sea breezes stank of decay and ash.
"Look." The woman's voice was a gentle whisper, a satisfied sigh as she draped on the king of this fallen land from behind, arms wrapped around him.
"Look, and see. We've saved your world. There will be only peace now." It was a young boy's voice, and fingers wrapped around Richard's hand, warm. "Just like you always wanted."
"It's safe." The woman agreed, wiping a tear from Richard's cheek. "It's peaceful."
"Let's visit Lhant. I want to see everyone's faces." The boy whispered. Richard twitched, the numb horror in him thawing a bit to a more raw, visceral dread.
"That's right. We haven't really finished saving the world. My children have much left to do."
Richard opened his mouth to speak, to beg, but of course, there was no sound. There never would be again, without his tongue.
"Because you're my friend, I won't rest until the world is saved." The boy promised.
And Richard believed him.
After all, was there a more powerful force in the world, than that of friendship?