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The silence of the night was broken by a soft sniffle, the ink stained fingers of Desmond shaking as he tried to reign himself in. There was an undeniable softness to his being, that behind the hardened exterior of a king, a warrior, there was a human side. That despite all the years he had walked the earth as an immortal, he retained some sense of who he was before all of that. And now, on this hazy night he seemed to be deciphering if this was some type of blessing or curse given by him to some unknown force. Why was he out of the countless billions that walked the earth permitted to keep his memory, to bear the sins of his past upon his breast? Perhaps that man known as Decter, the war hound of the nation, had something to this whole fate thing.
But before he could allow his mind to drift to such topics his eyes seemed to refocus on the thin parchment before him. The words detailed in the letter bore his soul to the void, that as he wrote those words he knew he would find no redress. All those wanton letters written carefully, fueled by the urge to speak soft truths to his father— a pleasure he had lost. He had become a man that would make his father proud, that had lived up to the expectations placed upon him. But there was a cost, a cost to his soul which seemed to burn his core. If there was ever a being that could determine his fate, that sought to guide him towards salvation or oblivion, perhaps this was another step in their grand plan.
How far the young soldier boy had come, to lead a nation and be regarded as one of the foremost men in the world. Yet, still a sad little boy. One that as he picked up the pen he could only finish his letter with a heavy heart.
This letter could speak a million truths to you, father, and not a single word would ease my heart. I could spend this time telling you all that I’ve accomplished, to spin stories of my achievements and dreams. But none of that would please me, for as I sit upon my chair, I can simply say one thing: I miss you.
Till we meet in a place without war, from a son to his dad.
With the utmost love and respect
The ending was abrupt to some, but to the man it fit perfectly. For as much as he tried to write beautiful words to explain the knotted net of emotions he felt, none would fit more than the honest truth. Even as he laid his pen down, taking a deep breath casting verdant eyes unto the city scape once more. He simply missed the man, he missed all those that he had lost throughout the years. Sometimes he wondered that if he could go back and change it all, would he? But as he watched the rising sun over the lands he was sworn to protect he could only let out a sigh, shaking his head.
For every trial and tribulation he had faced, Desmond had come out a different man. That if he was to go back all those years and stop events, he would not end up in the current situation he was in. That all those who depended on him would be still dust in the wind, fighting against a world which did not want them. No, he could not allow that to happen. Thus, emerald eyes would close themselves. He was finished for now, each letter carefully written and placed aside.
There was the undeniable fact that Abalia deserved to read her own, and should his demise come he’d make sure it arrived to her. But, for the time being he needed time. He needed rest. Thus the king would find himself stepping away from ‘Desmond’ and back to what the world knew him as: Hayden, the King of Vastime. The sliding of a chair across wood would be heard as he arose, the ever watchful gaze of the king now on his city.
Yes, the time for Desmond was aside. For stepping into his place was the King of Vastime. And there was a war to be waged.
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