Epilogue
“We all live in our own world.
But if you look up at the starry sky,
you'll see that all the different worlds up there
combine to form constellations,
solar systems, galaxies.”
All of which are connected through the many hearts that live throughout those galaxies.
Their journey, The Chasers journey has ended. The evil has been cleansed and the worlds are beginning to return to normal. The Chasers now return to their home worlds and pick up where they left off, for some this is easier for them compared to others.
But one cannot wallow in the past.
Many sacrifices have been made, May the lost ones be grieved, may their friends carry on their joys and pains, and carry on their memories.
May their stories be heard, and their legacies never die.
May the Strength of their Hearts live on in everyone that they have meet, and keep as reminder of that which the heart is truly capable of.
The Heart is the most powerful weapon one can wield, the Strength of the Heart.
There are many worlds out there
But they share the same sky
One sky, one destiny.
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A Step Beyond
Ever since time began,
people have recognized their true Love
by the light in their eyes.
Florid arrangements could be seen in various places in the grand hall. Men and women fashioned for the special occasion that was about to take place. There were familiar faces everywhere as they waited patiently for the destined wedding to start. There on the podium stood the crimson haired beauty, her wings surrounding her body like a silver halo.
~
Finding something important in life
does not mean
that you must give up everything else.
The sound of steel clashing down on steel rang around the dimly lit room. A man whose face is hidden slams his hammer down on the sword he is creating. Hard times are approaching again. Weapons will be needed. Spirit will be needed. Heart will be needed.
~
Life always awaits for some crisis to occur
before revealing itself at its most brilliant.
The grand wedding continues, and even though it was quiet at first, cheers could be heard as the husband starts to make his way down the lane of the hall. His face is not shown, but the face of the crimson haired angel smiles brightly as she makes eye contact with the man. She extends her hand, but before the two hands meet, the room becomes dark. All is quiet.
~
Men are masters of their destinies.
They are free to make mistakes.
They are free to fly from everything they desire,
even from that which life
so generously places before them.
A young man kneels before the smith. He is fashioned in silver armor. He says nothing to the smith, his head only bowed down.
The smith adorns a blindfold, an eerie blue glow radiating from where the eyes should be, "Warn them"
The young man stands, nodding to the smith. Without a second to lose, the man leaves.
~
Life moves very fast.
It rushes us from heaven to hell
in a matter of seconds.
What was once the beautiful grand hall is now a mess. The white carpets battle stained. The flower petals scattered amongst the hall. Even traces of blood can be seen on the walls. All is ruined, "Why can't it just end?" a voice can be heard.
~
It is important never to relax,
however far you have come.
The smith lowers his hammer to turn his head. There in a dark corner of his room stands a key shaped sword leaning peacefully on the wall.
~
It is the experience of battle
that strengthens the warrior of light.
The sound of metal on metal radiates again. This time two swords clash against one another. A young man wearing silver armor is seen fighting. His stance is near perfect, and his glare deadly. He violently pushes the opposing sword away, and makes a quick vertical slash at his opponent. The attack is swift, deadly, and precise.
Even taking this all into account, the attack is easily blocked by his opponent. There, stands a man wielding katana with a perfect stance. Both his hands tightly grip the hilt of the weapon. His battle glare is slightly covered by his glasses. It's him. The husband from the wedding. His hair is pitch black in color, and his blue eyes tell a legendary tale. The man swipes the sword away from his katana, and takes a deadly charge at the young man's torso. He is quick. Mighty. A warrior light.
~
"Chasers"
"Apprentice."
"The coming darkness."
"The lost one."
"Plague."
"The Return."
"Kingdom Hearts."
“We all live in our own world.
But if you look up at the starry sky,
you'll see that all the different worlds up there
combine to form constellations,
solar systems, galaxies.”
All of which are connected through the many hearts that live throughout those galaxies.
Their journey, The Chasers journey has ended. The evil has been cleansed and the worlds are beginning to return to normal. The Chasers now return to their home worlds and pick up where they left off, for some this is easier for them compared to others.
But one cannot wallow in the past.
Many sacrifices have been made, May the lost ones be grieved, may their friends carry on their joys and pains, and carry on their memories.
May their stories be heard, and their legacies never die.
May the Strength of their Hearts live on in everyone that they have meet, and keep as reminder of that which the heart is truly capable of.
The Heart is the most powerful weapon one can wield, the Strength of the Heart.
There are many worlds out there
But they share the same sky
One sky, one destiny.
----------------------------------------------------------
A Step Beyond
Ever since time began,
people have recognized their true Love
by the light in their eyes.
Florid arrangements could be seen in various places in the grand hall. Men and women fashioned for the special occasion that was about to take place. There were familiar faces everywhere as they waited patiently for the destined wedding to start. There on the podium stood the crimson haired beauty, her wings surrounding her body like a silver halo.
~
Finding something important in life
does not mean
that you must give up everything else.
The sound of steel clashing down on steel rang around the dimly lit room. A man whose face is hidden slams his hammer down on the sword he is creating. Hard times are approaching again. Weapons will be needed. Spirit will be needed. Heart will be needed.
~
Life always awaits for some crisis to occur
before revealing itself at its most brilliant.
The grand wedding continues, and even though it was quiet at first, cheers could be heard as the husband starts to make his way down the lane of the hall. His face is not shown, but the face of the crimson haired angel smiles brightly as she makes eye contact with the man. She extends her hand, but before the two hands meet, the room becomes dark. All is quiet.
~
Men are masters of their destinies.
They are free to make mistakes.
They are free to fly from everything they desire,
even from that which life
so generously places before them.
A young man kneels before the smith. He is fashioned in silver armor. He says nothing to the smith, his head only bowed down.
The smith adorns a blindfold, an eerie blue glow radiating from where the eyes should be, "Warn them"
The young man stands, nodding to the smith. Without a second to lose, the man leaves.
~
Life moves very fast.
It rushes us from heaven to hell
in a matter of seconds.
What was once the beautiful grand hall is now a mess. The white carpets battle stained. The flower petals scattered amongst the hall. Even traces of blood can be seen on the walls. All is ruined, "Why can't it just end?" a voice can be heard.
~
It is important never to relax,
however far you have come.
The smith lowers his hammer to turn his head. There in a dark corner of his room stands a key shaped sword leaning peacefully on the wall.
~
It is the experience of battle
that strengthens the warrior of light.
The sound of metal on metal radiates again. This time two swords clash against one another. A young man wearing silver armor is seen fighting. His stance is near perfect, and his glare deadly. He violently pushes the opposing sword away, and makes a quick vertical slash at his opponent. The attack is swift, deadly, and precise.
Even taking this all into account, the attack is easily blocked by his opponent. There, stands a man wielding katana with a perfect stance. Both his hands tightly grip the hilt of the weapon. His battle glare is slightly covered by his glasses. It's him. The husband from the wedding. His hair is pitch black in color, and his blue eyes tell a legendary tale. The man swipes the sword away from his katana, and takes a deadly charge at the young man's torso. He is quick. Mighty. A warrior light.
~
"Chasers"
"Apprentice."
"The coming darkness."
"The lost one."
"Plague."
"The Return."
"Kingdom Hearts."
