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The Journey of a hero - Requiem

Following story contains spoilers to the game Guild Wars 2.

Speedpaint, where you can listen to my glorious Charr-voice reading the story: https://youtu.be/hO-d-wXj6Dw

"What do we do now?", Asks Braham. "I don't know", I reply with a voice, shattered from grief.

I stare at Aurene. At Aurene's remainings.

How should we go on now? What will come next? Who... will DIE next?

I feel lost. I'm at the same point like I used to, when my journey bagan.

Back then, when I was in the Fahrar. I always admired the warriors and guardians with their noble heavy armors, out of iron and steel. Especially guardians, with their blue shining heal spells. I wanted to become one. I begged to be one. But in the end everyone had other plans for me. I became a necromancer. The years went on, and my journey began the day Barradin attacked Smokestead. The day I almost became a gladium, like my father. The day I lost my whole warbrand, exept of Reeva. From this day on, everything changed.

The next day, tribune Goreblade called for me. He introduced me to the idea to build a weapon we could defeat the ascalonians with. We called the plan 'The Ghostbore Musket'. I agreed. While defeating the ghosts, we partnered up with the blood legion.

But one problem eliminated, another came.

Tribune Rythlock Brimstone called me to his office. My fater, Vallus Smokemane, was absent. He disobeyd his orders. He stole something his warbrand guarded, just to trade it at the human seperatists for his comrade Sesric. The humans didn't held their word, and killed his friend. Emer Whipmane was about to send him into the bane. Unarmed, and left to die alone. I had to say something. Vallus deserved a more honorful way to die. I could change Whipmane's mind. She'd let him die in the arena. But I was the one to kill him.

Weeks passed. Rythlock called for me again. The orders of Tyria searched for an amulette, wich belonged to my comrade Howl. He bought it a few days before he died from a necromancer named Rissa. And here comes the problem: Howl the Brazen died. The orders decided to look in his grave for it. I was against it, but orders were orders. Risens attacked us. Not the Risens of Ascalon, with ghostly bodies. No. It felt different to kill them, it felt like they were controlled by something else, something bigger. They were the minnions of Zhaitan, the elder dragon of the undead.

As we examined Howl's grave we found nothing. The amulette was gone. So was his body.

The Orders were argueing about what to do next. I decided to go with the Vigil to Snowdrift Haven and met up with Gahn. We had no time, we got attacked imediately. But we found another amulette. The Durmand Priory suggested to perform expiriments on it. As we learned more about the amulette, we returned to the Black Citadel to give report. It felt good to be home again. The Citadel had a guarding and calm charisma to me. But this didn't held for too long.

The Vigil's keep was under the attack of the undead. I needed to help. As the enemy got weaker, we decided to take the problem on the root and find Rissa to destroy her amulettes, and eventually to find out what happened to Howl, so he may get the peace he deserved. Rythlock suggested me to join one of the Orders. This is how I joined the vigil. As we searched for Rissa, a strange feeling packed me. I turned around. A way too familiar face came into my eyes. It was Howl. But in rotten. For a moment I could see eternal pain in his eyes. It was like he begged me to end this insulting rotten illusion of him. I hacked his skull open with my axe, until I was sure he doesn't needs to suffer ever again. We went on, I don't remember that much anymore. I was too traumatized. But we killed Rissa. This was everything that counted in that moment.

Rythlock told me I make the Legions proud. He talked nonsence. This wasn't just about the legions anymore.

It was about a bloddy Elder Dragon destroying Tyria.

Weeks passed. I went to Lion's Arch and met the Destiny's edge. I also met my new mentor in the Vigil, Warmaster Forgal Kernsson. He was suspicius about me first, but I could earn his trust. Until the undead attacked the Claw Islands. We got defeated. Forgal sacrified hisself. I became cold. I lost every emotion remaining. Trahearne became my new mentor and marshall. I hated working with him. But at least he wouldn't stand up again if he get's killed.

The three orders got united, and forged the pact. Then we took back the Claw Islands from the undead. I could swear I saw Forgal in their armys. I hoped someone ended his suffering fast. So many innocent people died. They didn't deserved that. But some must fight, that all may be free. That's what general Almorra Soulkeeper said.

We took a fort in Orr to have a base near the enemy. Then we cleaned the source of Orr from it's curroption. And then, We killed Zhaitan. We went to Arah, the former city of the human gods, now drowned in the curroption of the undead elder dragon. The sky was dressed in thousands of clouds, and decorated with some airships. Here and there I could see a piece of the black sky. everything would change I thought. Zhaitan would die. If not, it would mean the end for everyone I love. I couldn't let that happen. Even if it would mean that I'd need to let my own life for it.

We made our way through the ruins of the fallen city. In evey breath I could feel the energy of the dragon. I felt how it sympathized with my necromancy-abillities. We couldn't find a way to get in further, so we took the airships. We were constantly under the attack of the dragon's minions. Then came the moment. The moment wich will rule over the destiny of Tyria.

Zhaitan appeared. Directly in front of our airship. I took one of the cannons. I heared screams of anxiety, pain, and death behind me. I smelled the blood of my comrades and friends, and the rotten flesh of the foes. I could feel the necromantic energy around me.

But I was all centered about one thing: bringing that dragon down.

A sharp pain burried into my shoulder. I turned around, took my axe, and splitted the skull of a young undead charr in half. The kit was half as tall as me. Probably only about ten years old. But I didn't felt any guilt in that moment. I ignored all the blood running down my shoulder. I ignored everything. I couldn't let the dragon win.

I headed back to the cannon. I targeted the dragon, wich held on what was once a gigantic, beautiful tower. I pulled the trigger. A loud explosion was cutting through the air. The dragon cried aloud in pain, and tried to hold onto the building. A crack was to hear. The tower fell. The dragon too. I sank down on my knees. I made it. I killed an elder dragon. The last thing I saw was how the ground came closer. Everywhere was blood. Was it mine? Was I bleeding out? Would I die?

I laid in a coma for a few weeks. I couldn't move my arm like I used to before. I couldn't fight with axe and dagger like I used to. So I learned how to cast curses with a staff. It felt wrong to stay in the Black Citadel when Scarlet attacked Lion's Arch. But Rythlock ordered me to do so. So I let other heros do the job. They could defeat Scarlet. But her death didn't ended everything. She awakened Mordremoth. On the journey of killing the elder dragon we got our hands on a dragonegg. Glint's egg.

I got tired of casting spells with my staff. So I learned how to hold a greatsword. Almost like a guardian. But I learned my own techniques.

We managed to kill Mordremoth. But we had to sacrify again. Eir, Trahearne and countless others had died. Most victims were Sylvari, Mordremoth corrupted them. He even almost managed to corrupt Caithe.

We had not much time to think about the victims and honouring them. Primordus, the elderdragon of fire, showed signs of activity. But we could set him to sleep again. Around that time Aurene was born out of the dragonegg.

We went trough so many things. Balthazar, the god of war, got abandoned by the other gods, because of his growing hunger for might. He managed to kill me. After that, Grenth payed me mercy and let me continue living. Then I killed Balthazar.

From then we specifically targeted Kralkatorrik. We tried everything to defeat him. But in the end, it was all for nothing. Our only spark of hope, Aurene, died.

I raise my head. I didn't even notice that I boke down on my knees. I look around. Rythlock and Logan are standing on a table, and talk about something. Caithe sits near Aurene's remainings. She's crying. So is Taimi, who is sitting next to a bunch of candles and Caithe's crystal flower. I look at my sword. It has a purple shining crack. Dark Harvest, the greatsword for that I went trough the whole Magumaa-jungle to get, got branded. I look up again. I see Braham, how he walks past Gorrik and lays some pillows next to Taimi. I remember Braham's question. I get back on my feet, and go to the passageway wich is gated of hundreds of big branded crystals Kralkatorrik left as he backed off.

"I am Silver Shadowoath.", I say as I turn around to the audience. "I killed a God. I also killed two elder dragons. Everytime something went other than expected we figured out a plan. But not this time. This is the end. Without Aurene we have no chance.", I have tears in my eyes. We will all die next. Kralkatorrik will heal himself and consume all the energy of Tyria. "We should all go to our family and loved ones and enjoy the time that remains us." I dropped my look to the ground.

"I think I speak for everyone when I say that we already are" Taimi almost wispers in her griefed voice. Some of our group are silently agreeing.

Caithe stands up. "Commander, no. We still can do something." She says with her broken voice with an hopeful undertone.

"We can still try fighting. What would we loose? A few days that would not even matter in the end? I'd rather die in a battle against the dragon than waiting for getting killed by it.", Rythlock gowls.

Braham raised his voice too. "I also won't wait for a dragon to kill me. If I need to join my mother that soon, I want to make her at least proud"

I raise my head again and look into Caithe's golden eyes. She has so much hope in them.

I wipe the tears out of my face, and try to find my voice again.

"We will take heart, and rejoin the war eternal"

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