A few minutes of wandering around, at least I think it was minutes, I really don’t have a sense of time inside of this dream... If it is one, at this point I really am not sure about it. Anyway, just like all the other times, a few “meters” in front of me something appears out of thin air. This time however, it’s not an orb but rather a building, a house, or what’s left of it. This wreckage looks just like the girl from before, in a sense that it seems to be a ghost house. Argh, this is rather complicated to describe if you’re not seeing it first-hand. The house is transparent, but with a white outline, one that is strong enough that allows me to understand what is in front of me. I can see past it of course, but just like I said before, the house is in complete shambles, debris left and right and because of it, I cannot fully see behind it. But why would I want to see behind it, any one sensible might ask. A good question, but your answer is right in your ears, after all, you can hear it.
“Whaaa!!! Whaaa!!! Sob!”
The cries of a girl, ones that seem to be coming behind this ruin is of course calling by me, or should I say, my Hero instincts are kicking up.
I have to see who it is.
I have to help her out.
With this in my mind and with my Heroic instincts screaming at me I wal-float around the ruins towards the crying girl.
Part of me wishes that I never did it.
What I see once I’m there breaks me. It shatters my spirit in half and with it, my mood goes down the drain. A girl just like the same one as before is on her knees crying helplessly. Both of her hands are on her head, gripping tightly to the sides of it, almost pulling her hair out. Her cries are like knives going right into my ears, easily reaching my brain from how sharp and loud they are. She’s in pain, something well beyond that, despair. Or is it dread? Everything combined into a single emotion. But somehow what’s in front of her is far worse than her helpless cries. In other words-
The cause of her cries.
I’ve been a Hero for some time now and I’ve seen some unforgettable sights in my time. What monsters can do to a human sometimes is nothing more than a show of grotesque manners that a fragile soul would gag and throw up the moment they lay eyes on it. I’m talking about a person being ripped apart in half, being bit in half, get decapitated with a simple swing and so on. The first few times I saw it, I almost quit right there and there, but unfortunately, over the time I’ve gotten “used” to it and if I did quit, it would mean that, not only I’m not suited to be the Hero, a lot of people would suffer because of it until a new one was found, born or created.
Right in front of the girl there are two persons, what’s left of them in this case. One man and one woman, their age I cannot tell you since they are “ghosts” and only a few parts of their bodies are intact. The woman for example, only her head and torso are left, the rest of her limbs were cut down with such precision that it’s frightening. The man on the other hand, his head is missing, his left arm is also gone in the same way as the woman, by a clean cut. His right arm, half of it is missing, but this one was bit as you can easily see it, it was more grabbed and then tore it apart by sharp teeth I would say. For some reason he still has both of his legs although one of them is bent in a way that it’s not supposed to be, so I would assume something broke the bones of it. A sight that I would not wish for anyone to see, let alone suffer it.
“Why? Why? WHY!?”
The girl speaks towards the “sky”, or should I say, she shouts towards it? But this voice… It’s the girl from before, the one that was fighting the monster, the one that was talking to the golden orb… Did she fail to defeat him? Or is this before the fight? Did they get massacred by the monster first and then she fought it? That seems the case as I don’t think she would’ve been able to fight it in this state. Or maybe The Seed of Destruction has awoken and she defeated him in the process… No, that does not seem to be the case either.
“It’s my fault… It’s my fault…”
Unfortunately, fate is beyond cruel and it more than seems to be a situation of wrong time, wrong place and wrong person, or monster in this case. She wasn’t here when it happened and now, she’s blaming herself for it. I… I understand her far too well. I’ve failed to save some innocent people, blaming myself in the process. I told myself I was weak, a failure of a Hero, one that does not deserve such a title. I went into a deep depression because of it; however, I don’t know if it was my title itself or a stronger force in the universe, I somehow kept going and eventually came to accept the harsh reality of our world. Right now, I damn well know that, I cannot do anything even if I wanted to. Even if I wanted to somehow take control of this charade of a dream, turn back time and save these people, I simply cannot do anything.
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I’m nothing more than a spectator.
“Whaaa!!! Whaaa!!! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry…”
Even when her cries pierce right through my sensitive ears…
Even when her cries stab me in the heart…
I still cannot help you out. I have to get going.
“Aaaa!!! It’s my fault!”
Even when her desperate call for help bangs me in the head over and over…
I still have to get moving.
Even when I stop myself from doing so…
I quickly remember that, I’ve to keep going.
“Someone! HELP ME!”
I’m sorry, but I can’t help you out.
“Please!”
I can’t, I have to get going otherwise I can’t leave this dream.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“Don’t leave me!”
“Don’t go!”
“Please!”
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I don’t know if she’s speaking directly to me, or if it is just a coincidence, but either way, I still can’t help her out. With everything I have in me, all of my courage, all of my will, everything, I close my heart towards her. I close her off with it.
No more cries for help…
No more cries of despair…
No more cries of sadness…
No more cries of regret…
Nothing at all. It’s just me, the darkness and the path up ahead.
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The silence is killing me and because of it I look backwards. It was just as I could expect, everything has vanished into nothing but this time, no traces of it were left behind. No ruins, no man, no woman, no debris and even the surroundings of the house. There are no spatters of a white liquid in the ground, ones that were all over the scene easily telling me that it was blood in another colour. There are no trees that were right in front of them, no ground and of course, no Crying Girl. It was painful, extremely painful even.
Having such a young girl cry like that in front of me was killing me in the inside.
And the thought that I couldn’t do anything about it, it was making it even worse.
“Why? Why is she showing me this?”
I let this question into the darkness knowing well that she won’t answer me. The culprit of all of this. The one that is showing me all of this, The Void Queen. I have a few theories that I’ve got over the course of all of this, but as I was just about to put them all together, I’m once again in a position that I didn’t want to be in.
For how long do I have to keep seeing this?
This time, there isn’t a girl crying but that does not make it better at all. A woman, I cannot tell you her age because she’s just like the previous ones, a ghost, however I can tell you that, she’s not 100% human as she has medium size horns that stick up from the top front of her head, more so to the sides. Her hair descends down her lifeless body hitting the ground and the white liquid that is right below her, one that is as wide as her and some more. Her back is leaning towards a rather small rock, one that is only as tall as her back and slightly wider than her thin body. Right in the middle of her body, where her stomach is supposed to be, a stab wound is present there. Sharp cuts are also present all over her body, her clothes are torn, burned I would also say and of course ripped. She was killed in battle, but whoever did so I cannot say. Even though I looked around, her and that small rock are the only thing present here and yet, I feel something that is making me break down into my knees. The overwhelming feeling of sadness and regret, almost as if I was the one who lost this poor woman. As if this woman, who I have no clue who it is, it’s more important than anyone in my life, making me feel these feelings…
This is someone important to her, isn’t it?
“I am the Hero, and I stand by that title. I’ve already told you that I will save her, and I won’t go back on my word. I never did, I won’t now and I know damn well that I won’t in the future either. What’s the point of this? Do you want me to hate the unfair world?”
Once again, I let out my frustration into the darkness, but this time I was met with something rather unpleasant.
Static noises!
Argh! The static once again… But this one is much stronger than the previous times, not only that, my vision is starting to feel it somehow-
Static noises!
Seriously, it's getting worse! My ears feel like blowing up! The constant noise is making my head tremble with it!
Static noises!
Stop it! I-I can’t handle it! It’s too much!
Static noises!
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“Hang in there, Hero, I’m just switching scenes.”
“I heard all of your questions, but worry not, all of this has a meaning, one that you will understand later on. To be honest you’re doing great, far better than I expected, just like a Hero would. However, from now on, you will be a mere spectator, a mere narrator.”
“Enjoy the show as this is merely the first part of everything but at the same time the most important one.”
“Do well to support her, even with your current role I believe you can do it. Cheer for her, laugh with her, cry with her... But in the end...”
Break this endless cycle.
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