More crap.
Well since I keep pouring out the fanfics, why not some of my original work? Well, yes I have an original story. Who doesn't?
Probably a lot of people right?
I wrote up a quick like 500 word drabble for it though.
I have a whole story based around it but I dont really feel like going into details. So long story short. There is an organization of people who fight monsters. Yay!
Wow, pretty cliche' right? I know.
It's alright because I dont really plan on doing anymore with it unless one day my mind changes. I'm fickle so you never know.
ANNNNNYWAYYYYZZZZZ.
This is my character Taldon's side of the main story. Just mostly his views on the shiz and what not. Btw, Sumara is a girl he grew up with who is also in the organization. She happens to be the main character also! XD
Okay Blah blah blah, I'm done talking now, so check it out.
BTW AGAIN: He's just a bit of a pessimist. so yea, just thougt I'd warn ya. And this isn't editd...I was to lazy to do all that XD
“We fight to protect the people.” That’s what our motto tells us anyway, you are to fight for the people at all times, never forget that they are the ones to protect. You are not to worry about yourself or the well being of the others on the mission with you, just the people.
It’s bull if you ask me, all a load of crap. It’s always, the people this, the people that. It almost makes me want to laugh. They’ve forgotten so quickly, we are people too, well at least some of us.
We fight these never ending battles, doomed to forever lose. We can kill as many of those nasty ass monsters as we like but it’s not going to change anything. We will keep fighting, and they’ll keep coming, keep multiplying. We are only human, meaning eventually we will die. Their numbers will only continue to climb as ours fall in a rapid descent. It’s meaningless if you ask me. We are fighting a war that can’t be won.
Leona calls us “the sacrifice of the people.” And we literally are. We sacrifice everything, our lives, our family, and even our damn feelings just to help these ungrateful people. It’s not like we are honorary heroes or anything, they don’t even see us, and they don’t even know we exist. Every single day we are out there risking our butt’s to save these people, not even to be noticed, sounds like a lose/lose situation to me. They don’t believe in saviors, but you can’t blame them.
You can’t save them all. We save what is closest in range. We can’t be everywhere at once. And as much as the organization doesn’t want to admit, we can’t play God. We never could.
In the end, I don’t do as the rules state; I don’t fight for the people anymore. I fight for a person, for her. She is the only true friend I have ever really had in this place. She’s the only one who has ever believed or trusted in me. When she came, she was ready for the fights, ready to sacrifice everything to save those people. I never understood why, why was she so driven by those people who didn’t see, hear, or even understand us.
When I would ask she would tell me, “Since we are different, we have the power, the knowledge to help them. When I lost my father to one of those beasts, I wanted to be able to stop it from happening to anyone else, nobody should have to endure that kind of pain, to see someone so close to turn into something so awful. I want to be able to help, to be of use to the people who need me, that’s why I fight.”
She was brave to me, though I’d never tell her that. I’d watch her, she was so devoted to helping, and I guess she just started to rub off on me. So maybe I don’t fight like she does, for the people and all, but I fight for the person, the person who means so much to me, I fight to protect her. I mean after all, she is a person, and in my eyes she is still part of that mass population that we call the people.