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Challenge: [159] In Another Life
Title: No One Mourns the Wicked
Word Count: 236
He is not.
This is what defines him: the fact that he is nothing. His Element is Nothing; he is the Prince of Void, the Lord of the Abyss.
He is the empty shell of a person who never was in the first place; a being who was in all likelihood little more than a vessel for a greater darkness, a box opened by meddling in memories.
Nothing. No one. In many more ways than his brethren.
It is said, that when both Heart and Shell are destroyed by the touch of the Key, the original self is reborn anew.
What happens when there is no self to return to? When there was never anyone in the first place?
When the shell is all there ever was?
Even if the shell, when young and unaware of the black heart inside it, once dreamed of starlight and spires, of other worlds and kings; even if the shell later hoped and wished and strived to be something more, he is still a shell, a hollow and empty thing, unworthy of life.
There are those who do not get second chances; there are those who do not get other lives; and their wishes and hopes and dreams will be naught but dust on the wind. There will be none to remember their name, none to sing their songs.
There will be Nothing.
And perhaps that's all there ever was.
Title: No One Mourns the Wicked
Word Count: 236
He is not.
This is what defines him: the fact that he is nothing. His Element is Nothing; he is the Prince of Void, the Lord of the Abyss.
He is the empty shell of a person who never was in the first place; a being who was in all likelihood little more than a vessel for a greater darkness, a box opened by meddling in memories.
Nothing. No one. In many more ways than his brethren.
It is said, that when both Heart and Shell are destroyed by the touch of the Key, the original self is reborn anew.
What happens when there is no self to return to? When there was never anyone in the first place?
When the shell is all there ever was?
Even if the shell, when young and unaware of the black heart inside it, once dreamed of starlight and spires, of other worlds and kings; even if the shell later hoped and wished and strived to be something more, he is still a shell, a hollow and empty thing, unworthy of life.
There are those who do not get second chances; there are those who do not get other lives; and their wishes and hopes and dreams will be naught but dust on the wind. There will be none to remember their name, none to sing their songs.
There will be Nothing.
And perhaps that's all there ever was.
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Date: 2008-09-04 04:01 pm (UTC)I like the idea too ^_^;
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Date: 2008-09-05 02:09 am (UTC)I especially love the way you use lines from the game! And the interpretation of the challenge... ~flail~
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Also WICKED REF! ♥
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Date: 2008-09-05 05:41 pm (UTC)I thought the wicked ref was appropriate considering the character in question~ Glad you liked the piece.