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The Soulless' Peace Cry

One

He was lying in a River of Souls screeching in agony. Feeling an aching pain in his chest he quickly grabbed onto it trying to figure out where it was coming from while the river carried him further down towards the end. Hands reaching out for him, trying to save him, so close - yet so far. One man was seen by him. The knight, the white-haired knight, that took care of him while his father was unable.  His cold armor tightly secured as ever, as if nothing happened. His eyes still as ever, as if nothing had happened, “This was a mere setback, thine fate shan’t be undone by such’s hand” The knight thundered. The faded-blonde carried down the river evermore his tears mixing with those already cried. His hopes down the drain for ‘tis was it, his soul lost and shattered, liquified into the very river carrying him towards his final doom. These were his last thoughts until the cold and hungry water consumed his consciousness. 

Soulless faces and faceful souls screeching in harmony throughout the riverbed and its see-through glowing water.

Two

The doors parted out of fear, granting entry to one forbidden of it. The white-haired Guardian shouted into the dark cobblestone hall. His voice almost shows a sense of emotion as he cracks down on those he thinks responsible for this, the Blacksmith and Cartographer demanding them to a solution, ”The problems caused by the heir's death will be immeasurable once the time comes“ “Thee and thy paranoia Aratus, you know very well that we would never go behind thine back” One of the men, shrouded in darkness replied. “Do not worry for we have plans who can take over the corro- ”’ Aratus snapped back at him “Thou will not dare to set afoot onto the throne of our sacred king. If any, the only with the right to convene with it is the boy you let die. If it requires; I will gladly be the one to make the witch bleed that harmed my boy.”

“If it is the intervention you desire; then thou shall intervene.” The other man spoke out

The Machinist uses his handcrafted device to let Aratus intervene in the realm of the weaver, powered by the Wrath and Anger he felt.

ThreeA Glistening Twilight parted the night sky shining in a monochromatic rainbow, the dust whirling at its foot confusing every block and bowing every knee towards it. The once vengeance-filled Warrior now calm and reserved steps out of the Skylight’s Beam. There he stood, in a Warm climate with nothing but his armor, now fused with his body, to his name. He was hungry and exhausted from the travels he went through in that short glimpse of time. “On thy behalf, this world will fall in your track,  those who oppose you will kneel and those who subjugate themselves will be rewarded richly” A melody heard only by him yet spoken in every chord and every note, a symphony of every emotion spoke to him the words “Long live the King”

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Cecielia's Ponder

One The red-haired girl sat atop a rock, the one part that was left of the previous world. She hummed to herself in a harmony of agony: „If only I could have prevented this“. She began to sob, a third world destroyed, all of her friends gone and now there was no way to reverse it. She glanced at the one who remained. „Auroriani“ as she calls herself. She softly asked: „What will you do now, ceci?“ She tried to respond but it was of no use. She could only imagine what their pain was. Besides how did Auri even appear here? Where did she come from? „Huh“ Auri said, what are you thinking about? “Nothing” she uttered, Auri felt a shiver down her spine after she said those words, something wasn’t right. “I was wondering how I could save this”, “Maybe you could use some of the olden to make a new world out of it?” “No, I have a better Idea”. “You seem like a perfect candidate for a one-way vacation to a place you wish you never saw.” Auroriani tried to utter a word in response but it was like her voice was gone. Cecilia glanced at her whole, her eyes scanning her body up and down. She felt fear for the first time. She tried to duck or run away, but the grip of the red-haired master over her entire body. She was pleading in her mind, knowing that the one in front of her could read these thoughts clearly. She didn’t seem to care, not even a pause. Her eyes lit up in crimson fire as she commanded the emptiness to bow to her will once more. She started crying, but even that would not move her. Auroriani was sent away, to the loom, by the red-haired goddess.