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the boy no longer needs sight to guide him in the world of ruin, laid hidden within the depths of the valley of shadow. his newly found emotions of desolation and sorrow guide him, allowing him to trudge wearily towards the bright spot in the sky that could be the sun. trudging towards something that feeds the detached feeling in his stomach, something he knows will rip him apart. he does not care, however. complete apathy has overwhelmed his thoughts on the issue. flashbacks plagued his mind. rpberta's haunting voice overlapped his own thoguhts, filling him with despondecy as those frightening words she uttered started to make more sense the more he comtemplated them.
was he a prophecy? was he the one to deliver untold evil? was he to be the source of wrath and sorrow for ages to come. already he had learned that destiny had placed him to be alone for all times. een before entering the "doors", the boy had never been part of society, a loner.
so, now he walks alone, worn leather boots dragging against the filth stained ground, littered with the wastrel and sordid mistakes of mankind. he walks alone, toward the destiny the powers above lad before him.
was he a prophecy? was he the one to deliver untold evil? was he to be the source of wrath and sorrow for ages to come. already he had learned that destiny had placed him to be alone for all times. een before entering the "doors", the boy had never been part of society, a loner.
so, now he walks alone, worn leather boots dragging against the filth stained ground, littered with the wastrel and sordid mistakes of mankind. he walks alone, toward the destiny the powers above lad before him.