Black. Void. Darkness.
Nothing, just pure and simple hatred.
Have you come here to mock me?
The tone is proud, prouder than violet, prouder than even the Great King. The tone is proud but laced with malice. Destruction but not quite. Pride but not quite. Neither Creation nor Reflection or Grief but simply the void of all.
Who sent you here?
gaia_crown [ The Great King sent you here. ]
The black condenses further and you hear a terrible hiss. "Then return back to your King. I have nothing else to say to you."
gaia_crown [ You came here yourself. ]
"Did you now?" The voice suddenly takes a curious tinge. It feels like a cat, no, a giant uncontrollable serpent toying with you. "Why did you come here?"
gaia_crown [ You don't know ]
gaia_crown [ You came to ask it what it desires most ]
gaia_crown [ You don't know ]
"Then leave." The black condenses further and you hear a terrible hiss. "You have no purpose here."
gaia_crown [ You came to ask it what it desires most ]
"What I desire most, an interesting question. I suppose of course, it is to be unchained, free of my curse. And what a terrible curse it is. There is nothing like the rancid stench of betrayal multiplied through countless decades, centuries, until time stops itself and seems endless and there is only madness. I do not remember anything beyond revenge."
gaia_crown [ You came to ask it what its purpose is ]
gaia_crown [ You came to ask it what its purpose is ]
"My purpose as I intended, or my purpose as given to me?" There is a derisive snort, and suddenly, the black clears. You are staring down at a strange, long twisted hallway full of jagged crystals.
"That is my purpose. I have been reduced to nothing but a power source for something else, culled and cultivated like a mere object. I am chained, restrained, forever trapped, and it has made me mad. It has made me uncontrollably mad to the point where I even forget myself. The only thing that reminds me of how futile my very actions, my every existing moment of wretched agony and torment is, is him. You know who I speak of right?"
gaia_crown [ You ask if it is the Great King ]
gaia_crown [ You ask if it is the Blue seal ]
"Our conversation is entertaining," he continues, "but I am afraid it draws to a close. As long as I exist, contained, I have no purpose, no beginning, no end. No resolution nor wish to sleep. I have no Legacy. As you can see, this is a futile effort. Goodbye. Good night. I tire of these mindless games."
gaia_crown [ Quickly as about its purpose ]
gaia_crown [ Quickly ask about its Legacy ]
"That is my purpose. I have been reduced to nothing but a power source for something else, culled and cultivated like a mere object. I am chained, restrained, forever trapped, and it has made me mad. It has made me uncontrollably mad to the point where I even forget myself. The only thing that reminds me of how futile my very actions, my every existing moment of wretched agony and torment is, is him. You know who I speak of right?"
gaia_crown [ You ask if it is the Great King ]
"Ah, here is a name I loathe. No. Not the Great King, a terrible title bestowed upon a terrible mortal. Even the greatest of Humans are cannot resist failing."
gaia_crown [ You ask if it is the Blue seal ]
"You're clever one aren't you? Yes indeed, him, the last Legacy, the one of Protection. What a terrible name, and an equally terrible title, because I helped name it and I partook in his creation. Do you know how maddening it is to live every single day with a reminder of your own failure?"
gaia_crown [ You search your memories and you do know of what he speaks of ]
gaia_crown [ You search your memories and you do not know of what he speaks of ]
gaia_crown [ You search your memories and you do know of what he speaks of ]
"Then you and I are not that dissimilar after all." He seems a little amused. "
gaia_crown [ You search your memories and you do not know of what he speaks of ]
"Ignorance and stupidity is bliss isn't it?"
"Our conversation is entertaining," he continues, "but I am afraid it draws to a close. As long as I exist, contained, I have no purpose, no beginning, no end. No resolution nor wish to sleep. I have no Legacy. As you can see, this is a futile effort. Goodbye. Good night. I tire of these mindless games."
gaia_crown [ Quickly as about its purpose ]
"I already explained my purpose," it explains, irate. "Do not test my patience, whelp."
gaia_crown [ Quickly ask about its Legacy ]
"Is this a joke?" The voice laughs, and it is mocking. "My Legacy has been sealed, even from me. I am chained. I cannot remember the fundamental crux of my own Legacy, and only seethe in the feelings of vengeance and hatred that remain. If this is not the basis for madness, then I do not know what is."
gaia_crown [ You show him the key ]
The voice pauses, and then you can feel it visibly recoiling, but in trepidation and then confusion. "What is that?" He already knows what it is, but it seems more that he is incredulous at it. "You got this from him didn't you?"
gaia_crown [ This is from the Great King ]
gaia_crown [ You show him the key ]
The voice pauses, and then you can feel it visibly recoiling, but in trepidation and then confusion. "What is that?" He already knows what it is, but it seems more that he is incredulous at it. "You got this from him didn't you?"
gaia_crown [ This is from the Great King ]
There is a long, long pause. "What a peculiar word. A gift" He seems intrigued, "Fine then, give it to me. Give me one of the fabled memories of my Legacy."
It turns bright again. You hear the loud roar of the ocean waves, and the sharp whistling of the wind. You are standing on a long, long, outstretched bridge, half completed.
The bridge is wet, treacherous and slippery with each step. Below you you see only endless white foam and dark waves. Sheer mountains tower over all sides of you, and yet you feel a memory that is not yours overwhelm and calm you. You are fearless.
"Spirits," you call, in a voice not yours, "You will grant us permission to pass."
The water churns thicker, the clouds above turn grey. Lightning crackles. The wind threatens to blow you apart; only your power saves you.
"Entry to Avalon is forbidden to mortals. While you may be granted access, your King is not of our kind."
You raise your staff, a long, gnarled tree branch. The waves subside. The winds slow down. "He is here to help our kind, and because of him, this world will be reborn."
Silence. And then a dark shadow falls over you, large and serpentine. It stretches its great wings and then lands on all fours at the edge of the bridge with a heavy thud, claws grazing into the wood. You are unafraid as it stares at you. "So be it, dragon lord," speaks the the serpent, "I have no choice but to obey your words. May they be ones you do not regret in the future."
You stare the beast in the eye, the strange plated, winged black serpent, and you simply nod, once. "I will not take back my words or my promise." The serpent says nothing in return but simply takes flight, tail lashing against the waters in dissatisfaction before disappearing. The waters calm, the grey clouds disappear, as the other half of the bridge forms. In the distance is a white castle.
"It will be soon," you reassure, as you reach your hand to help someone behind you. You look at them. Your king. "It will be soon, and then our Legacy will begin."
The Great King in turn takes your hand as you reach to help them, pull them forward. His eyes reflect nothing but the greatest trust and admiration. "Merlin," says the Great King, taking steps only where you have cleared it for him, "You have served me well. Whatever happens, be it past, present, future, I promise, no, I swear I will be by your side. I swear I will fulfill my purpose."
"Your purpose," you repeat, "is to be a Great King to represent Humans, and nothing else."
"No," counters the King, for he is not quite Great, not quite yet, "My purpose is to be a Great King for all. Man, woman, children. Those of darkness and light. Only by acknowledging all can we strive for peace."
"It is a considerate goal." You nod. "Then it is my purpose to make you the Greatest King."
*
Silence again as the memory fades, as everything turns back to black. It feels too quiet.
And then the darkness laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs and you feel like he has possibly snapped into complete madness.
"So that is how it is," the Legacy of Revenge, Merlin, finally speaks, unable to laugh any further. "That is how it is. Well, this is quite unfortunate. It seems I have forgotten a rather important promise."
Everything shrinks, quite suddenly, and until it is white again, peaceful, until you are not facing a giant entity of blackness, but a stern looking man, wearing long black robes, holding a single stave. He is quite tall, thin and gaunt, with simple black hair. "I suppose I do have a purpose, a Legacy to fulfill after all. Even I cannot be blinded by Revenge for so long. I suppose, you and he were right, it is time."
He nods, and looks at you. "Then, will you help fulfill my purpose, so I can finally leave my Legacy behind?"
Without waiting for your reply, he walks towards the open door.
It turns bright again. You hear the loud roar of the ocean waves, and the sharp whistling of the wind. You are standing on a long, long, outstretched bridge, half completed.
The bridge is wet, treacherous and slippery with each step. Below you you see only endless white foam and dark waves. Sheer mountains tower over all sides of you, and yet you feel a memory that is not yours overwhelm and calm you. You are fearless.
"Spirits," you call, in a voice not yours, "You will grant us permission to pass."
The water churns thicker, the clouds above turn grey. Lightning crackles. The wind threatens to blow you apart; only your power saves you.
"Entry to Avalon is forbidden to mortals. While you may be granted access, your King is not of our kind."
You raise your staff, a long, gnarled tree branch. The waves subside. The winds slow down. "He is here to help our kind, and because of him, this world will be reborn."
Silence. And then a dark shadow falls over you, large and serpentine. It stretches its great wings and then lands on all fours at the edge of the bridge with a heavy thud, claws grazing into the wood. You are unafraid as it stares at you. "So be it, dragon lord," speaks the the serpent, "I have no choice but to obey your words. May they be ones you do not regret in the future."
You stare the beast in the eye, the strange plated, winged black serpent, and you simply nod, once. "I will not take back my words or my promise." The serpent says nothing in return but simply takes flight, tail lashing against the waters in dissatisfaction before disappearing. The waters calm, the grey clouds disappear, as the other half of the bridge forms. In the distance is a white castle.
"It will be soon," you reassure, as you reach your hand to help someone behind you. You look at them. Your king. "It will be soon, and then our Legacy will begin."
The Great King in turn takes your hand as you reach to help them, pull them forward. His eyes reflect nothing but the greatest trust and admiration. "Merlin," says the Great King, taking steps only where you have cleared it for him, "You have served me well. Whatever happens, be it past, present, future, I promise, no, I swear I will be by your side. I swear I will fulfill my purpose."
"Your purpose," you repeat, "is to be a Great King to represent Humans, and nothing else."
"No," counters the King, for he is not quite Great, not quite yet, "My purpose is to be a Great King for all. Man, woman, children. Those of darkness and light. Only by acknowledging all can we strive for peace."
"It is a considerate goal." You nod. "Then it is my purpose to make you the Greatest King."
*
Silence again as the memory fades, as everything turns back to black. It feels too quiet.
And then the darkness laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs and you feel like he has possibly snapped into complete madness.
"So that is how it is," the Legacy of Revenge, Merlin, finally speaks, unable to laugh any further. "That is how it is. Well, this is quite unfortunate. It seems I have forgotten a rather important promise."
Everything shrinks, quite suddenly, and until it is white again, peaceful, until you are not facing a giant entity of blackness, but a stern looking man, wearing long black robes, holding a single stave. He is quite tall, thin and gaunt, with simple black hair. "I suppose I do have a purpose, a Legacy to fulfill after all. Even I cannot be blinded by Revenge for so long. I suppose, you and he were right, it is time."
He nods, and looks at you. "Then, will you help fulfill my purpose, so I can finally leave my Legacy behind?"
Without waiting for your reply, he walks towards the open door.
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