Death Walks Among You
As those who sought to travel to Vastime made their ways, the thunderous echoes of energy seemed to fade. At times it seemed even they may stop, before picking up in violence and intensity. For those first few hours in the frantic rush, it was hard to decipher what exactly these echos meant. It was initially commonly though it was Death attempting to break out, and that theory still held true. For as the capital, no state, was slowly turned into a militarized state a tension remained in the air. Like the eve before a great battle, some prayed while other merely sat in quiet thought
In the war room, those of renown where gathered. Such as Abalia’s chosen, their Vandenreich friends, and whoever else was deemed of importance. Technical experts worked to maintain the defenses, while military brass seemed to direct the movement of great masses of soldiers. For at this moment, under their feet was ground zero of a potentially world ending event.
Before any proper explanations could be given, outside of a status brief, the eyes of a techie widened. In a haste the young officer nearly fell out of their seat trying to get to the holographic project.
“The intercom system has been activated! The king- I..” his voice faltered, before quickly continuing. “Something is trying to speak to us!” The young man said, beginning to safely get the system online. Eliminating any chance for interference, he would wait for the order to activate it. Once done a crackle would fill the room, as silent was felt. Static. Before finally a voice was heard, a familiar one.
A hoarse, weakened, tired, yet determined voice would greet them. A voice which at many times had eased the fears of people in the nation, whom had spoken so robustlessly and vibrant. A voice which to some whispered loving things at night, that spoke softly to it’s kids. The same voice which had made so many promises, and kept them.
Desmond Hayden was alive. But from the sound of his voice, hanging on by a thread.
“Don’t got much time in me. He’s a *cough* wild bastard.” The voice cracked slightly, drawn out before sighing. The sound of shifting was heard. “Do me, a favor. Put me on speaker, if i ain’t already...To the world, nation.” His voice paused as he coughed, a wet sound splattering onto something. The sound of a thud was heard.
The techie did not pause, didn't wait for instruction. In but a few moments a live stream was activated. Displayed on capital monitors, and across new stations around the world. A singular transmission
, from a dying man.
“I know, I ain’t always done the best thing. *Cough* But I like to think, I did some good.” His voice wavering, weakly. “Just, wanted, needed, to tell everyone- don’t..” Silence.
“Do the right thing. Even if it’s hard. There’s more to this damn life- then fightin. Then war. Spent four hundred- years.. a soldier. Spent two.. a man. I wish, I did more of the former..” He’d laugh weakly. A brief shine of humor from the man whom often didn’t have much. Silence followed for a long moment.
“Abalia..Liu.. I love you. Both. You, gave me, something I never thought I’d have. A family again. Wish, I could’ve taken us *cough* to disneyland- or something. Hahaha..” A wet cough followed by a splattering. A brief scuffle was heard, followed by a howl. A scream, of pain, from the lips of Hayden.
“S-sorry. He’s a bit of an ass.”
As the sound of wet movement was heard, a final thud was heard as he rested against something.
“I wish, I had more time. Cyrus. Shatari. Shadin.. Azure. I-I felt you. Wish, I could thank you- all.. but just..” His voice began to fade, a tiredness which had never before seen in him slipped through. As his voice grew quiet, he spoke.
“Henrex. Kimitsuki. Chidori.. all you young bloods. Every one of you, it’s.. in your hands. I leave the rest.. to you. Running.. out of breath.”
“Do whatever, it takes, to… keep this asshole down. Kids… I love you. Alex.. brother, take care.. of.. them..“
His voice faded. Silence followed.
1930. February 2421. Desmond Hayden time of death.