30-04-2023, 01:12 AM
The one left.
Everyday a story ends. Even the greatest titans fall, but their feats aren’t lost. While they might have been the protagonist, a pathetic side character can have their completely independent plots that lead into the conclusion but all the same. If the protagonist dies that’s where the real story ends, sequels and rewrites tend to tack on importance to such minor characters that always end poorly.
That was what she was. A comic relief who watched a protagonist and antagonist clash for a finale that she understood little of the why, she’d only saw that the story end, the fact she lived even after her hero was dead was a testament that this life wasn’t like the stories she’d grown up with. It was a hopeless uphill battle where people just seemed to die, deserving or undeserving, a titan or one at their heels.
It was only when her Father; a great man was murdered before her did she see this. His final words.
''I'll join your mother now. We'll wait for you.'''
Will always echo throughout her mind. A profound thing that for all her ability to write, she could never have said. It was a curtain call fit for the best of story and all she had managed in response was a hollow threat, one she could never live up to. Why didn’t she have something profound to say and why not that she loved him. Why did she swear to continue a cycle and attempt fulfill her own story. The masked Sith had been right, she was pathetic.
Instead of letting him pass with sentimental final words she’d made a threat. She could never live up to Khatatas Ashana, the man beneath the façade, even if he was fallible. Her Father she’d never be able to tell she loved again and in the end as the oldest Ashana she was what would seem to most, finally the protagonist.
Serexil wished she still had heroes.
(*Post by Sam Uvac.*)
Everyday a story ends. Even the greatest titans fall, but their feats aren’t lost. While they might have been the protagonist, a pathetic side character can have their completely independent plots that lead into the conclusion but all the same. If the protagonist dies that’s where the real story ends, sequels and rewrites tend to tack on importance to such minor characters that always end poorly.
That was what she was. A comic relief who watched a protagonist and antagonist clash for a finale that she understood little of the why, she’d only saw that the story end, the fact she lived even after her hero was dead was a testament that this life wasn’t like the stories she’d grown up with. It was a hopeless uphill battle where people just seemed to die, deserving or undeserving, a titan or one at their heels.
It was only when her Father; a great man was murdered before her did she see this. His final words.
''I'll join your mother now. We'll wait for you.'''
Will always echo throughout her mind. A profound thing that for all her ability to write, she could never have said. It was a curtain call fit for the best of story and all she had managed in response was a hollow threat, one she could never live up to. Why didn’t she have something profound to say and why not that she loved him. Why did she swear to continue a cycle and attempt fulfill her own story. The masked Sith had been right, she was pathetic.
Instead of letting him pass with sentimental final words she’d made a threat. She could never live up to Khatatas Ashana, the man beneath the façade, even if he was fallible. Her Father she’d never be able to tell she loved again and in the end as the oldest Ashana she was what would seem to most, finally the protagonist.
Serexil wished she still had heroes.
(*Post by Sam Uvac.*)