Post by Tristan Pendragon on Aug 16, 2006 19:10:07 GMT -5
It was all over...God had come through for the school...the Society was gone along with many of their leaders, and the world was safe for the most part again...but at what price? Why did so many innocent children and townspeople have to die? Why did the Society have to murder and kill for no real purpose? Why had God allowed that to happen...and why couldnt Tristan have saved anyone?
The Enigmatic Man was slumped against a wall, facing all of the new graves of students, teachers, villagers, and aurors who had died during the seige of the Palace. His cape and bandages were trailing behind him, and he held his new wand-rifle at his side only barely like a defeated knight, as his lone visible amber eye stared almost emptily at all of the graves. A tear almost leaked out, but the Pendragon would not let his resolve fall that far...
Children....they were only children, yet they were made to suffer more than any person should ever have to! Many were killed after being put through the Cruciatus Curse, while their peers could do no more than watch, and wait for their turn...and he had not been able to save them. Sure, he had stopped a madman beastmaster, and kept some dragons from torching the place. And he had also distraced minor threats while his best friend went and saved the day...but who had he really saved? Talon probably would have made it through anyway, so did he waste valuable time against that Shadow?
As he pondered this, the descendant of King Arthur walked over to the grave of Salazar Slytherin, one fist clenching and his teeth gritting, before dropping his weapon, falling to his knees, and slamming his fists on the grave, and yelling into the sky. "WHY!? Why did you do this to us Lord?! Why couldn't you have just taken me?! Is it because I killed others to save those I love!? Was it because for the lives I took, you took innocents?! WHY!" He slammed again, and did so after every word, with increasing emphasis. "YOU! COULD! HAVE! JUST! TAKEN! ME!"
At this point, a lone tear did fall from the man's eye, as he slowly stood, and picked up his gun, as his attention faded to an open, empty sarcophogus...just his size. Almost as if nothing but a hollow shell, Exvind/Tristan strode over to it, and stared down into it. "So help me God...until the day I can redeem myself in Your eyes...this grave is my home and bed...If I am to rest, it is to be with those I failed...in Your name I pray..." His words were quiet and solemn, making a pact with his Lord, God. It was then he realized that he still held the cumbersome rifle, and decided some changes were in order...he was still used to the weight of his sword, which was sacrificed to keep this plane of reality from being sucked into an eternal void close to Purgatory.
Kneeling at a stone slab, using it as a makeshift workbench, he converted the rifle into a three-barreled handgun...just perfect. After that, he leaned backward, and nearly collapsed into 'his' gravebed, and rested...only to be disturbed...
The Enigmatic Man was slumped against a wall, facing all of the new graves of students, teachers, villagers, and aurors who had died during the seige of the Palace. His cape and bandages were trailing behind him, and he held his new wand-rifle at his side only barely like a defeated knight, as his lone visible amber eye stared almost emptily at all of the graves. A tear almost leaked out, but the Pendragon would not let his resolve fall that far...
Children....they were only children, yet they were made to suffer more than any person should ever have to! Many were killed after being put through the Cruciatus Curse, while their peers could do no more than watch, and wait for their turn...and he had not been able to save them. Sure, he had stopped a madman beastmaster, and kept some dragons from torching the place. And he had also distraced minor threats while his best friend went and saved the day...but who had he really saved? Talon probably would have made it through anyway, so did he waste valuable time against that Shadow?
As he pondered this, the descendant of King Arthur walked over to the grave of Salazar Slytherin, one fist clenching and his teeth gritting, before dropping his weapon, falling to his knees, and slamming his fists on the grave, and yelling into the sky. "WHY!? Why did you do this to us Lord?! Why couldn't you have just taken me?! Is it because I killed others to save those I love!? Was it because for the lives I took, you took innocents?! WHY!" He slammed again, and did so after every word, with increasing emphasis. "YOU! COULD! HAVE! JUST! TAKEN! ME!"
At this point, a lone tear did fall from the man's eye, as he slowly stood, and picked up his gun, as his attention faded to an open, empty sarcophogus...just his size. Almost as if nothing but a hollow shell, Exvind/Tristan strode over to it, and stared down into it. "So help me God...until the day I can redeem myself in Your eyes...this grave is my home and bed...If I am to rest, it is to be with those I failed...in Your name I pray..." His words were quiet and solemn, making a pact with his Lord, God. It was then he realized that he still held the cumbersome rifle, and decided some changes were in order...he was still used to the weight of his sword, which was sacrificed to keep this plane of reality from being sucked into an eternal void close to Purgatory.
Kneeling at a stone slab, using it as a makeshift workbench, he converted the rifle into a three-barreled handgun...just perfect. After that, he leaned backward, and nearly collapsed into 'his' gravebed, and rested...only to be disturbed...