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kh_drabbleChallenge: [100] One Hundred
Title: Turn of the Century
Word Count: 419 words
Notes: Based on the idea of how everyone forgets the efforts of those who fought in wars for them, when all they've known is peace time.
You would be surprised, how quickly people forget the truth. Maybe it’s because they want to; maybe it’s because they can’t explain what happened. It was a century to the day that they were celebrating – they weren’t sure quite what it was for, but it was a dance and a drink and who could really say no to that? The music was loud, the crowd was thriving and there was not a frown to be seen for every face in town.
Merlin was old, he would never tell you quite how old (it is considered rude to ask even a wizard), and unlike anyone skipping through the streets that day, inebriated or otherwise, he could remember clear as crystal just what these people are apparently thankful for. Radiant Garden; it wasn’t always this way, and Merlin could remember the fear and the fighting as though it were yesterday.
United, and he smiled serenely, his glasses twinkling in the bright sunlight, they had been united and strong in a way no one had ever before witnessed. Sora, stout and proud and oh so stubborn; the wizard couldn’t help but chuckle as the image of Sora’s scrutinizing glare swam in front of his vision. Stubborn or determined? It was all the same to the people down there, and he sighed.
Merlin knew not what had become of the boy and his comrades once they had returned home. He knew not whether they lived – unless they possessed magical influence, by now surely age would have caught up with them, but for precious years so long ago, they could have maybe rested on those islands, let the war wounds heal. Merlin wondered whether Sora woke up in a cold sweat for nights after he got home, reaching for his Keyblade that wasn’t there as Heartless swarmed in his dreams.
He wondered whether Riku still stared out at the horizon and wished for something more than sea and sands and sky. He wondered whether one day Riku realised that this was all world would give him – and he had to be grateful, and accept his part was over. Merlin could not help but envy them all, because one day their memories would have begun to fade, and their speech begin to slack.
Sometimes Merlin wished this was the last century he would have to look back on, and mull over ever treasured second, while the rest of the world simply forgot everything. Forgot the story of the Keyblade Master and his comrades. Forgot the story of Sora.
Title: Turn of the Century
Word Count: 419 words
Notes: Based on the idea of how everyone forgets the efforts of those who fought in wars for them, when all they've known is peace time.
You would be surprised, how quickly people forget the truth. Maybe it’s because they want to; maybe it’s because they can’t explain what happened. It was a century to the day that they were celebrating – they weren’t sure quite what it was for, but it was a dance and a drink and who could really say no to that? The music was loud, the crowd was thriving and there was not a frown to be seen for every face in town.
Merlin was old, he would never tell you quite how old (it is considered rude to ask even a wizard), and unlike anyone skipping through the streets that day, inebriated or otherwise, he could remember clear as crystal just what these people are apparently thankful for. Radiant Garden; it wasn’t always this way, and Merlin could remember the fear and the fighting as though it were yesterday.
United, and he smiled serenely, his glasses twinkling in the bright sunlight, they had been united and strong in a way no one had ever before witnessed. Sora, stout and proud and oh so stubborn; the wizard couldn’t help but chuckle as the image of Sora’s scrutinizing glare swam in front of his vision. Stubborn or determined? It was all the same to the people down there, and he sighed.
Merlin knew not what had become of the boy and his comrades once they had returned home. He knew not whether they lived – unless they possessed magical influence, by now surely age would have caught up with them, but for precious years so long ago, they could have maybe rested on those islands, let the war wounds heal. Merlin wondered whether Sora woke up in a cold sweat for nights after he got home, reaching for his Keyblade that wasn’t there as Heartless swarmed in his dreams.
He wondered whether Riku still stared out at the horizon and wished for something more than sea and sands and sky. He wondered whether one day Riku realised that this was all world would give him – and he had to be grateful, and accept his part was over. Merlin could not help but envy them all, because one day their memories would have begun to fade, and their speech begin to slack.
Sometimes Merlin wished this was the last century he would have to look back on, and mull over ever treasured second, while the rest of the world simply forgot everything. Forgot the story of the Keyblade Master and his comrades. Forgot the story of Sora.
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Date: 2007-04-01 12:46 am (UTC)I couldn't help feeling sorry for Riku, while still being struck by the truth of it.