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FRAGMENTS
Book.01 - They Perform Love in This Play
Chapter.000 - Seven thousand years ago...
Seven thousand years ago, the world has come to an end.
It was an event brought not by human hands or the mysterious clockwork of destiny. There were no great villains, demons or other such cliches that would normally bring forth the end of the world. Rather, the end of the world came to pass when a single puppet rebelled against God.
This puppet was created by God to bring people hope. Every generation, it would awaken under a different name and with a different form and walk across the world so it could crush the despair that devoured the world. And every generation, it would meet a violent end at the moment when its demise would carry the greatest weight. Thus, the insane God used the puppet created to bring hope in order to propagate despair.
Thus, it was no surprise that the puppet rebelled against God.
Their final clash split the sky and tore the seams of reality apart. The mad God's screams of pain shattered the world and reduced everything to white noise. In the end, this small rebellion cost the puppet and his comrades everything they cared for. The old world collapsed into the light and from the shards of it, a new one emerged. It was in that brief and hopeless moment, that the puppet and his comrades made a promise.
Somehow, someday, they would all meet again in this brand new world born from their sin.
Seven thousand years have passed since the world came to an end. Reborn from the shards of the old world, the mad God emerged to regain its hold on the universe. It was then, in that darkest time, that the puppet knight was rebuilt with a new purpose. To kill God once more and ensure that the world remembers hope for all eternity.
But this time... this time, the battle did not end the way it should have been.
The dull, brutal rain hammered down on the remnants of an ancient temple. Its altar, a grotesque and incomprehensible existence that seemed to call out to worlds unknown with the spiral idol placed on it, stood charred and broken. The fire has long died out, leaving behind nothing but ash and remains of creatures that could no longer be called human. In the midst of it all, there were two people.
One of them was a tall young man dressed in black. He had short sky-blue hair that stuck to his forehead under the rain, and large golden eyes that were filled with sadness. His hand held firmly onto a large silver sword, as if trying to force some kind of answer out of its hilt.
The other was a young woman dressed in white. Her long golden hair almost seemed to shiver in the rain, and her fingers dug harshly into the grimoire in her hands as she peered at the man in front of her. There was an unspoken sadness between them that only seemed to grow as the man refused to look at her.
"Are you sure about this?" The woman spoke softly. "There is only one miracle left for us. If you use like this..."
The man answered with silence.
"Even if you use it like this," she continued. "It doesn't mean that we shall reunite. There are hundreds of worlds out there, each one with its own laws and their own fragments. Even if you somehow manage to hunt them down, our enemy will be..."
"That's fine, isn't it?" Came a dull response. The man swayed a bit in his place, corrected his posture until he stood tall and turned to face the woman. Even with exhaustion forcing its way into his features, he was smiling. "Did you forget, Saya? From the very beginning, reasons like hope and peace were forced on us. The only reason we fought was..."
"That promise from seven thousand years ago." The witch in white smiled faintly as she concluded his thought. "But we can't fulfill it with the ending that was forced on us."
"If we can't have a happy ending," her companion shook his head. "I would rather not have an ending at all."
Saya made a faint sound and bowed her head. Her smile grew stronger and fonder until she reached forward and caught two fingers of his free hand with two fingers of hers.
"Promise me. Just like seven thousand years ago."
"Somehow, someday, they lot of us shall be together again. But this time, a petty thing like a new world will not be something we'll depend on."
"You are going to lose the last of the world's favors, Ether. From the moment this begins, you'll no longer be something like a hero."
"The era of heroes is gone, Saya. I'll settle on being a simple traveler."
They remained like this for a long time, paying the last respects to all who have fallen in heir battle, preparing for the battles ahead and ensuring each other that they would certainly meet again. But eventually, their hands pulled away from each other and, as if summoned by their decision to honor precious promises more than heroic sacrifices, one stray raindrop fell onto the spot where their fingers still remained in touch with each other.
In that small and insignificant moment, everything truly began.
Book.01 - They Perform Love in This Play
Chapter.000 - Seven thousand years ago...
Seven thousand years ago, the world has come to an end.
It was an event brought not by human hands or the mysterious clockwork of destiny. There were no great villains, demons or other such cliches that would normally bring forth the end of the world. Rather, the end of the world came to pass when a single puppet rebelled against God.
This puppet was created by God to bring people hope. Every generation, it would awaken under a different name and with a different form and walk across the world so it could crush the despair that devoured the world. And every generation, it would meet a violent end at the moment when its demise would carry the greatest weight. Thus, the insane God used the puppet created to bring hope in order to propagate despair.
Thus, it was no surprise that the puppet rebelled against God.
Their final clash split the sky and tore the seams of reality apart. The mad God's screams of pain shattered the world and reduced everything to white noise. In the end, this small rebellion cost the puppet and his comrades everything they cared for. The old world collapsed into the light and from the shards of it, a new one emerged. It was in that brief and hopeless moment, that the puppet and his comrades made a promise.
Somehow, someday, they would all meet again in this brand new world born from their sin.
Seven thousand years have passed since the world came to an end. Reborn from the shards of the old world, the mad God emerged to regain its hold on the universe. It was then, in that darkest time, that the puppet knight was rebuilt with a new purpose. To kill God once more and ensure that the world remembers hope for all eternity.
But this time... this time, the battle did not end the way it should have been.
The dull, brutal rain hammered down on the remnants of an ancient temple. Its altar, a grotesque and incomprehensible existence that seemed to call out to worlds unknown with the spiral idol placed on it, stood charred and broken. The fire has long died out, leaving behind nothing but ash and remains of creatures that could no longer be called human. In the midst of it all, there were two people.
One of them was a tall young man dressed in black. He had short sky-blue hair that stuck to his forehead under the rain, and large golden eyes that were filled with sadness. His hand held firmly onto a large silver sword, as if trying to force some kind of answer out of its hilt.
The other was a young woman dressed in white. Her long golden hair almost seemed to shiver in the rain, and her fingers dug harshly into the grimoire in her hands as she peered at the man in front of her. There was an unspoken sadness between them that only seemed to grow as the man refused to look at her.
"Are you sure about this?" The woman spoke softly. "There is only one miracle left for us. If you use like this..."
The man answered with silence.
"Even if you use it like this," she continued. "It doesn't mean that we shall reunite. There are hundreds of worlds out there, each one with its own laws and their own fragments. Even if you somehow manage to hunt them down, our enemy will be..."
"That's fine, isn't it?" Came a dull response. The man swayed a bit in his place, corrected his posture until he stood tall and turned to face the woman. Even with exhaustion forcing its way into his features, he was smiling. "Did you forget, Saya? From the very beginning, reasons like hope and peace were forced on us. The only reason we fought was..."
"That promise from seven thousand years ago." The witch in white smiled faintly as she concluded his thought. "But we can't fulfill it with the ending that was forced on us."
"If we can't have a happy ending," her companion shook his head. "I would rather not have an ending at all."
Saya made a faint sound and bowed her head. Her smile grew stronger and fonder until she reached forward and caught two fingers of his free hand with two fingers of hers.
"Promise me. Just like seven thousand years ago."
"Somehow, someday, they lot of us shall be together again. But this time, a petty thing like a new world will not be something we'll depend on."
"You are going to lose the last of the world's favors, Ether. From the moment this begins, you'll no longer be something like a hero."
"The era of heroes is gone, Saya. I'll settle on being a simple traveler."
They remained like this for a long time, paying the last respects to all who have fallen in heir battle, preparing for the battles ahead and ensuring each other that they would certainly meet again. But eventually, their hands pulled away from each other and, as if summoned by their decision to honor precious promises more than heroic sacrifices, one stray raindrop fell onto the spot where their fingers still remained in touch with each other.
In that small and insignificant moment, everything truly began.