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The Story of Kale: Part 1
Prologue: Pain
It was a dark
road, dangerous by the looks of it. The blue of the moonlight painted jagged
shadows of the trees lingering above. The wind gave this gloomy portrait
motion, jagged shadows becoming sweeping monstrous claws in this dim night sky.
Kale tightened his grip upon the hilt of his silver sword. It was a dangerous
road indeed for it was a treacherous night when Kale hunted the betrayer of
kings, destroyer of the Chanchilon Council, and most heinous of all, killer of
gods. What man could ever hope to defeat
such a monstrosity? He thought to himself.
As Kale walked, the dancing
shadows gave way to a dark figure. Approaching ever nearer the man’s features
became ever clearer. This was not the face of the great betrayer, the one who
abandoned the hope of the world all too near in the past. Don’t mistake my
words when I say it was not his face, it was most certainly the right man, Kale
had no doubts, but that face, it seemed far too drawn and tired to be the man
of legend. It was a mask of strain and pain. A once proud jawline was set just
a little more reserved. What used to be a figure that radiated confidence stood
hunched under the weight of his deeds. Through it all however, one
characteristic remained unchanged, his eyes. Cold, and unyielding the deep dark
ocean blue of this man’s eyes were just as keen and piercing as they had been
all those years back. Kale had thought he knew the man then, had even gone as
far to call him a hero, a savior, and even a saint. He knew that to be untrue,
the whole world should know that, or at least what was left of it… Kale only
wished they had found out sooner.
He had to suppress a small
chuckle as Kale looked at the still approaching man. This was not a chuckle of
confidence, or to stifle nervousness, it was the simple fact that Kale could
lie to himself so thoroughly. He knew that every last cruel honorific he gave
this man, and every other horrible thing he may say would be considered untrue
in almost all eyes but his own. It was the thought that any person inside of
all civilized Atemrei would account this man their savior, and Kale found that
a fair reason to laugh. He had tried to agree, but could never find one great
deed that would outweigh the abominations committed, and it was here that Kale
confronted the man. He was standing only a pace away from him now, he could see
every last piece that constructed the man before him. It was more than Kale
could bear. A rage filled him, a pure primal hate, this man had taken
everything from him. Kale drew his sword in his fit of anger and in one quick
motion slashed lengthwise from the man’s head to waist. The image that was a
man faded, two separate ribbons spiraling quickly out of existence, but that
drawn face haunted him, for it was his face. Kale fell to his knees and tears
began to stream down his face in the middle of the dark dirt road. He had never
wanted to become this, he had just wanted to help. Kale had always assumed he
was doing what he must, but now he understood, and he continued to weep not for
the world that thought he saved them, Kale wept for the world he ruined trying
to make something more, something better.
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