{ Legacy Part 2 Conclusion } All Great Things (The End p.24)

[Yayoi]

The door. It loomed over Falair as she stood before it. Voices whispering in the back of her mind. She was glad though, that through it all she had survived to get here. Fought to get here and in the end all of them together had pushed back the wave.

If you looked closely you could almost see the high water mark.

But now it was time to make a decision. Would she give up anything or no? Falair chose not to leave nothing behind. She would prefer to keep her memories of this place, it would help her in the long run wouldn't it? You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have...the facts of life.  

[Yayoi]

Standing before the door, Meixiang looked up at it. The choices lay out before her. It was...a hard choice to make. There were things she would like to forget. To just toss aside. But the consequences of forgetting those things were great.

She was unsure she could make a choice at all.

But then it came to her. Reaching up, she twisted and turned her head until finally it was removed from her shoulders. Leaving behind her head she pushed through the door.  

[Ariaalina]

Startled at the hand squeeze, Gwyn almost withdrew her hand, until she realized that it was in reassurance. When the ghoul spoke, Gwyn looked up at her, at first expressionless, and then smiling when she heard the compliment. "Thae wid be interestin'." Gwyn agreed.

Skye Starrfyre

...but it will have to wait until Gwyn is no longer a quest character... >.<

 

[Toshihiko Two]

Pickworth knew the pain, the hurt. But you were sad sometimes, and that was okay. They felt like old familiar, comfortable burdens.

He left nothing behind.  

[Vethrfolnir]

Sinclair didn't want to go back. Couldn't I just stay here? He thought desperately, closing the door from his sight. It was such a beautiful place, free from fear or regret... if he could stay here, he could pretend he won. That he truly was every bit as great as the Great King and his final Legacy promised him. Here, he felt safe; treasured, like a valuable part of the victory they had achieved together.

Here, he wasn't such a failure. With all his memories returned to him, he remembered all the failures and disappointments he was too proud and ignorant to acknowledge. Desmond was waiting for him, a symbol of everything he could not achieve: greatness, the love of his parents... even in that other world built upon the King's Legacy, he was but a plain, simple merchant whose only talent was adaptability -- and yet, he had failed utterly at nearly every task he attempted. With each time he revisited that grand kingdom in his dreams, it all seemed for naught. But perhaps this was the ending that journey was leading up to. When Excalibur appeared to him in a dream, he had jumped at the chance to be a hero and shine as he felt he deserved. Perhaps, subconsciously, he had remembered the Seven Kings, and gave up those memories and that fragmented world with the hope that he could save this one.

Perhaps the one thing he had won before this was Zephyros' affections... but even that was short-lived. He hadn't managed to hold onto them. He knew, deep down, that if he had clung to him, each day in his company would become more and more of a struggle, but it still felt like a personal failure to have let him go. Somehow, ridiculously, that hurt most. It was a victory stolen from him. What did that boy have that he didn't? Sinclair was amazing. He was beautiful, strong, and proud, and here, he was praised for it.

He didn't want to leave. He tore off his own legs to stop himself from approaching the door. Anything to leave behind his failures.

As soon as the memories were gone and locked away from him, he no longer hesitated. He was wonderful, after all. What reason did he have not to return to the crowds who cheered his name?  

[chiickadee]

Ami awoke in darkness. A disappointed sigh lit the area up a bit, igniting a door into vision. "Why is it always darkness?" she grumbled, unimpressed and annoyed.

She turned to the door.

"Do you wish to return?"

Ami stayed silent, stationary. She was waiting to see if there was more to this monologue than that. Were there other options? What if she didn't? There were too many variables at the moment.

"Do you wish to return?"

A beat or two longer, then Ami accepted it was useless. "Yes of course."

She didn't listen to what the voice had to say next. She just pushed passed the door and left, leaving nothing behind. She wasn't letting these disgusting goddesses have anything. She would stay whole. As she should be.  

[PhiferWolf]

Standing before a large door, a presence gazed upon it. It spoke of choices and it spoke of memories. The presence looked inside of himself and the choices he would certainly have to make. The more he thought - remembered - he began to become more aware of himself. He was the hellhound student of Amityville and he was the heir to the Cocytus pack. He thought back of the memories of his powerful mother, the leader of the family and the pack as well as all those that pledged loyalty to her. How she sought to have her own son be like every other demon who blackmailed, beaten, threaten, backstab, lie, cheat, steal. She kept her son confined to a large manor with no friends using tutors to manipulate his knowledge. His powerful father, the leader of the Umbra pack, a monster hellhound group that kept to themselves. Through him he learned how to be self-sufficient, to be proud, to be strong, to survive. The memories of his departure, the memories of his pets...

Passing through the threshold, he felt himself falling... no, floating. He watched as the world came back into place; piece by piece. He watched as Excalibur rebuild the ruined world, struck by Revenge.

As he felt his feet touch solid ground again, he looked to the fragmented sky.

He would leave nothing behind. For everything made him who he was.  

[Vethrfolnir]

The door was waiting for her. Home was waiting. No matter how good it felt to stay here, Liselotte loved her home too much to give it up. She had fought hard to get this far, and for every terrible thing she'd done, she remembered something better: a reason why she fought so hard to save her world. The reasons, her memories -- each one of them was precious. But she had greater responsibilities, entrusted to her ever since she had made that contract with Nanabey, to protect her world and the worlds connected to it. She had given up those precious memories to help Excalibur. Now that she had them back, she wouldn't lose them again.

Her body ached. But Liselotte walked without hesitation through the door, leaving nothing behind.  

[Skye Starrfyre]

"It's funny... Until all of this? I forgot how interesting of a place all of that could be." She gestured to the world beneath them. "I'll look forward to it, either way." She flashed the other a grin.

Ariaalina

 

[stella cinere]

Kieran stood at the door, she felt uneasy however she wanted to return. Despite how peaceful it had been she wanted to return back to the place she belonged, or at least the school something she had consider as a part of her home.

That was where she belonged wasn’t it? Or was there somewhere else that she belonged, another home and other familiar faces.

The voice replied again about returning.

Maybe she should stay……..

No. She needed to return Kieran thought looking at the door again as the voice replied with a new proposal. A new gift to give as an honor to those who had fought, or helped, or even aided in the world. There was the option of forgetting something, to leave something behind. To lock it away that it would never be remembered in her memories.

Did she have something she never wanted to remember?
The thought floated into her mind, it was painful to think of and it was rarely uttered from her lips. She never muttered a word, not to anyone she could consider her friends, well what little friends she had. There wasn’t many, or at least not many anymore. It was of something dear and close to her, something she had once considered rather valuable to her like the greatest jewel in the world.

They had left her though. They had chosen a new path, a new life somewhere else. Something vile they had become.

Or at least that was what was what she was told. One day they were standing there with her smiling talking about some big dreams of attending some fancy pants school and having some huge blast. The next day they had not returned, she had looked everywhere for him. Turned every corner, even had asked if he had enrolled and no one knew anything about him.
It was almost as if they had forgotten, despite she hadn’t.

Yet maybe it was time she should have forgotten him. Maybe it was time to move on, to leave and all behind.

“I…. I chose to leave my heart behind….” Kieran replied almost barely above a whisper as if she did not want the voice to hear it.

It started to ache, her heart started to ache as if it was on fire ripping through her body. A scream poured out form her lungs as she clutched her chest falling to her knees. Remove it, she had to remove it and leave it as her hands clawed her way into her chest. It was still beating as her fingers wrapped around it. Pulling it out she set it on the ground and looked at it.

Leave it, Kieran told herself as she struggled to get back up on her feet. Leave it… her head replied taking one last looked as she walked through the door.  

[Eranas]

He felt better now, no more disaray of thoughts. No, he was okay. However he still felt as if something was off. He sighed out and remembered everything that had happened. It was a long time since he came back into ex-- no. Since he remembered everything. All of his memories were sacrificed in order to help. To help.. Excalibur..

Yes that's right, he was supposed to help it save the world. he wanted to laugh. ,Save the worlds? It sounded strange. Saving something is not what he's used to doing, no, he's used to a more destructive path. But this time was different. He fought hard to sacrifice. He fought hard to give himself for these worlds. He's went through so much pain, and now.. Now was the time to give up something to help out Excalibur.

His mind burned as his body reformed. He looked down at everything and he clenched his hands tightly. His memories explode behind his eyes... and he stops at one. The dream that had occurred before. Sinclair.. The man's name echoed in his mind. As does the pain behind that name. There was good times... however there was also pain. More pain than happiness lately.

His arm throbbed in pain. It grew worse as he clenched onto it tightly. He mulls over his thoughts only momentarily before tearing his arm off.. and walking through the door.

The pain of remembering his conflicted emotions for Sinclair was gone. In fact... the man's entire existences was erased from his mind.  

[Katarina Everard]

She'd given up what she could, but to forget more just didn't sit right. There was no offer to help her find these memories again, painful or happy, they were all a part of who she was. It wasn't something that would be given up willingly, so Imryn decided to leave nothing behind.  

[Inle-roo]

The offer to relieve himself of painful memories was beyond tempting; all Evan wanted was to forget the mistakes he had made. He wanted nothing more than to discard everything and start anew as a man who could maybe be a genuinely good person, instead of someone just trying to atone. His life would be so much easier without the specter of the past constantly lingering over him.

He should have been--he was--ashamed of himself for even considering it. Just because he forgot things didn't mean they never happened, it only meant that he wasn't strong enough to deal with them. To forcibly put those things out of his mind wouldn't make him a better person--it would make him a coward. He didn't deserve respite. He deserved to live with the guilt and the pain and the knowledge of his past failures so they would never be repeated. Those memories were his burden to bear, and while he didn't claim to do so with any kind of grace, he felt obligated to remember for the sake of the ones who no longer could.

Evan pushed his way through the door and left nothing behind.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

damein left a lot behind, there was pain and sorrow and things that he wished he didn't have to remember. In the end, this is what he gained from all this.

It would been a pointless venture to leave it behind now. The hound was going to hold his head high and leave nothing behind.  

[Ariaalina]

"It's easy tae forget." Gwyn agreed then she returned the ghoul's grin with another of her own. The world below held so many interesting things and beings, how could anyone grow truly tired of it?

Skye Starrfyre