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Log; Ongoing
Characters: Mithos, Kratos, Günter
Setting: Near the fountain
Date: October 20
Time: 11:45 PM
The sun had long since gone to bed, and Günter had barely noticed its passing. Despite his own confusion for the past dozen hours, something about the way Zelos has spoken of Mithos had distracted him further. He had never met the boy to find his friends because his friends had come to him--but something had seemed off, something Günter couldn't quite put his finger on. With a sigh, he gently closed the ridiculously wide tomb he was staring through and pulled his cloak around his shoulders, heading down the stairs to exit the library.
Once outside, he found it colder than he'd expected it to be. Even as a trained soldier, the nagging wish to have a thicker cloak tugged at the back of his mind. Heading down the cobblestone streets, the sound of his footsteps was in rhythm with the clock, and he hoped that he would be lucky enough to find the boy before he pulled his own beautiful hair out.
He was just within range of the sound of running water when he saw them.
Setting: Near the fountain
Date: October 20
Time: 11:45 PM
The sun had long since gone to bed, and Günter had barely noticed its passing. Despite his own confusion for the past dozen hours, something about the way Zelos has spoken of Mithos had distracted him further. He had never met the boy to find his friends because his friends had come to him--but something had seemed off, something Günter couldn't quite put his finger on. With a sigh, he gently closed the ridiculously wide tomb he was staring through and pulled his cloak around his shoulders, heading down the stairs to exit the library.
Once outside, he found it colder than he'd expected it to be. Even as a trained soldier, the nagging wish to have a thicker cloak tugged at the back of his mind. Heading down the cobblestone streets, the sound of his footsteps was in rhythm with the clock, and he hoped that he would be lucky enough to find the boy before he pulled his own beautiful hair out.
He was just within range of the sound of running water when he saw them.
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"For....everything." Talking had never been his strong point. Even as a child he had never been good at piecing together his feelings enough to form coherent sentences explaining them, a handicap which he still had not gotten rid of. "I'm sorry for not doing enough when Martel died. I....I should have been there for you, should have helped you through it. I should have done more."
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"You were there," Mithos said dully. "You helped me. Then you betrayed me. Do you think it's easy to forget? The betrayal, Kratos? But perhaps all this is just a result of your self-pity. Afterall, it is only after my death that you think so."
He willed his body to take its older form. "You must be disillusioned, Kratos. Fooled by a day of ignorance."
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Fixing his friend-turned-enemy with a measuring stare, he repeated himself, something he usually detested doing. "I'm sorry."
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"Anticipate my vengeance." And that was that. He felt as if he'd said enough. This was his cue to disappear in a blur of light... but he lingered there, floating in the air, purplish wings of light brightly shining in the dark.
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"You have no right to call me that," he told Gunter sharply.
"There is no second chance for me, Kratos." Too much has been done for redemption, he thought, but refused to voice that out loud.
Closing his eyes, bright light exploded around him and when he brightness cleared, Yggdrasill was nowhere to be seen.