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  1. [11:45] Betelgeuze, after his conversation, gazed over the cliffside onto the city to see several interesting figures in the market. He decided he'd take a look and see what kinds resided here, as he was a prisoner after all.
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  3. With a stride that could only be seen as confident, the collar almost seemed off on him. Yet, it was clear that he was one of the many that were captured during the battle of starfall tower.
  4.  
  5. "Greetings. I'm Betelgeuze, and you are?"
  6.  
  7. The voice sounded loud and clear behind one Zefa Forger.
  8. (Betelgeuze)
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  11. [11:51] During a mere walk amidst the village ornate of multiple colors, the flowers covering the area on it's facets. Thin mellowed blades of grass were crushed underneath her feet at each steps, until she finds herself amidst the market place, hearing a voice beaming toward the young woman of a lithe frame. It has soon drawn the grey of her eyes to meet the man behind her. Man which glimmers under the ethereal flow of a star.
  12.  
  13. The glare gifted to the stranger was fatigued and her expression even carved upon her face as porcelain. Introversion truly is a thick shell and nearly unbreakable shell.
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  15. "Hm... Greetings, Bazelgeuze… You may call me Zefa… The sage of Illburg, well at the least... It is what Rhoynish says...", she spoke in her natural soft spoken voice tone.
  16. (Zefa Forger)
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  19. [11:54] Ella Gracia says, "Take care."
  20. [11:56] Upon sensing the faintest bit of Cosmic magic, Ella made way to inspect who was producing such a magic... To her surprise, it was that rude Celestial...
  21.  
  22. "What in the spirits name are you doing here Betelgeuze?"
  23.  
  24. Her magic would flare up in almost an instant as she saw him, an enemy.
  25.  
  26. "You fought against us in the war and now you stand here? Explain yourself - quickly."
  27. (Ella Gracia)
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  30. [11:58] The light that was untarnished, the refusal to be corrupted, it became all the more clear as the sage could see into the eyes of the oracle. "A sage, is it?" The oracle asked, with his lips curving up, grinning with fervor. His smile was that of mercy, of peace, of hope.
  31.  
  32. When he heard this one was from a certain settlement, he'd frown, but not with disgust. Rather, it was an inquiring, curious rise of the brow. "It is a delight to make your acquaintance, dear sage.."
  33.  
  34. But, just as he tried to talk to this delightful stranger, he began to eye to the voice that had called out for him. Ella, angered, it was quite certain that she was captured in emotion.
  35.  
  36. Betelgeuze did not retaliate, but instead rotate halfway and return his merciful grin to the lady. It was then that the collar on his neck was revealed, for everyone to see.
  37.  
  38. "I do not think an explanation is in order, is there? I have been captured. Nothing more, nothing less. That was my fate."
  39. (Betelgeuze)
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  42. [11:58] Ella Gracia says, "Pft. I see the stars have mis-guided you into being a captor."
  43. [11:58] Ella Gracia says, "So much for them."
  44. [12:11] Herself find it strange quite honestly... She is one soul between the other, as the others, she made that first step amidst this endless path... Given a bag empty of experiences which she filled through time. That even with the weight of the bag behind her, she had taken the decision to become the free bird. One which spreads it's wings in order to follow an untraced path, passing through winds and rains and learning from each mellowed trees that breaks before her.
  45.  
  46. However... The smile of the man before her was something that has drawn her attention. Blooming in an almost beaming light, blossoms of colors unknown to the young woman. She had always lived surrounded by coldnesss after all, such is following the endless flow of life, the guiding voice of the wind.
  47.  
  48. That little had shown to be contagious, allowing that single flower to bloom whilst a garden is hidden beyond that shell of introversion. A single and light smile., which followed with a tilt of her head.
  49.  
  50. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well..."
  51.  
  52. Then Ella's voice were not unnoticed, her yet so quick departure as well... It had even drawn her curiosity.
  53.  
  54. "Hm... Interesting..."
  55.  
  56. Fate truly is a terrible thing sometimes, yet hopefully... This man of a unique name had been lucky, more then the Stellaris of the church.
  57.  
  58. "At the least... You are not dead, you are alive... It is a nature to the life to force you under torrent of winds and rains... The tempests that if it does not breaks you, it gifts you of experiences..."
  59. (Zefa Forger)
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  62. [12:24] Fate was inevitable, but never evil. Fate was cruel, but never unforgiving. Fate was merciful, in all of its alterations. Betelgeuze's grin told of nothing but the light of fate, that even in chains, one's soul had to soar beyond the clouds that darkened one's gaze.
  63.  
  64. Stalwart, his soul was to be a beacon of light, shining through the darkness, guiding the lost. A fortress would never be toppled by misguided evil, as it was before everlasting hope. Betelgeuze might've been in a collar, but his soul was free.
  65.  
  66. The oracle was prepared to guide, if anyone, the lost that would fall in the aftermath of this destructive conflict. They needed someone to stand behind, a pillar of certainty, that would never crumble even when all had failed. The sage's words did not fall on deaf ears, but of accepting ones instead.
  67.  
  68. Accepting of fate and the blessing that it gave if one did not deny it.
  69.  
  70. "A gale can never break apart a fortress. Nothingcan break the fortress, if it only believes in itself. Nothing is guaranteed, but everything is possible. We all have our beliefs and this collar represents this, but..
  71.  
  72. I will never be toppled. They rely on me, to be their guiding light. This is my sole oath, my duty and my purpose."
  73. (Betelgeuze)
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  76. [12:45] Words in one's thoughts are such the flow of a river. It flows both in winter and in summer, even if the winter brings the flow to be perceived, it still exists and can be understood. Zefa sees herself as the winter, the shell quite often bringing the words to bloom out of her introverted mind.
  77.  
  78. Betelgeuze had proved himself being one which the flow glimmers, sharing the little sunshine of his mind. Glimmers were contagious, glimmering grown dim within the greyish eyes of the lithe frame. She had finally found someone which understands her so well and almost speaks her language foreign to some.
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  80. A gale can never break a gale indeed, nothing can break it as what sustains it's is the will to stay up, and pushing that existence further. She could quite easily draw herself a picture of the man's person. Being that spark of light amidst a world surrounded by darkness. A guide that shines in a world without light.
  81.  
  82. Accepting fate truly is a blessing, a blessing that Zefa had come to be gifted. She cannot help, but learn through that little sunshine shining through his words and playing with it. As an artist to it's canvas.
  83.  
  84. "... So are the light house to those flowing boats in the darkness... A path unseen in quest for guidance... As it is- lost... I cannot help, but being fond of your own personal hope... It makes you a tree growing leaves and perhaps even.... A sweet fruit..."
  85. (Zefa Forger)
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  88. [13:13]
  89. {LOAD GAME}
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  91. [13:36] A light in the darkness. Fate was cruel, but fate was ever loved by the oracle that soared in his descent. Zefa perchance was the winter, but her words were not brought forth in the cold. It could have been because the sun was shining upon her that the snow would melt.
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  93. Betelgeuze was indeed a watchtower, if anything, in a distant, monotonous world. A watchtower that watched over nothing but bloodshed, but remained to light the rolling seas for those that were willing to reach within themselves, to reach for the light.
  94.  
  95. Betelgeuze's smile only became more apparent at the words told by the sage. The sage spoke her heart, certainly with fervor and without doubt in her mind. She was definitely wise, wise enough to understand the situation. She couldn't help, but she recognized the light.
  96.  
  97. The light of a searing star.
  98.  
  99. "You do not need to help me. Fate will either end my chapter, or begin one beyond this. That is inevitability. I was captured and that was fate. But, falling into despair shall not only bring misfortune to myself, but to those that have depended and will depend on me."
  100.  
  101. With a pause, the oracle gazed over to the rest of the market.
  102.  
  103. "You will never know what the future holds if you are not willing to push on. We are our actions, we are what we manifest. We are our own creations. Evil or good, is what defines us. We have an affinity, to destroy or to protect."
  104.  
  105. "I have chosen to create, nurture and protect. We will see where that choice leads."
  106. (Betelgeuze)
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  109. [14:04] That spark of light amidst a path surrounded by the darkness. The sun above the clouds. That spark of guidance amidst that monotonous world. The ethereal lily bloomed to have it's petals dancing, wrapping the oracle's form.
  110.  
  111. Fate is not a choice, but it is the fruit of the tree. The tree being the light itself that one has chosen to follow. It is known that both fate and light is passing through winds and rains, but it is also known that it nourishes the tree from the ground it had been gifted it's existence.
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  113. It was surprising how once again fate had proved itself revealant. Two souls.... A mere sage and an oracle making the first acquaintance. Simple hellos which turned in a walk amidst a garden full of blossoming flowers. Those are mere words, but a travel amidst a realm that only them can understand it's meaning.
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  115. There is no aid given to one gifted of the ability to follow it's own path, dragging that heavy bag of experiences that sometimes grow too heavy. A fear to crumble blooms within the light's soul and it is that one rare flower that pushes them to get up and keep walking to reach that mountain everyone attempts at their best to reach. Those which followed the light oneday will come back, attached as the willowing leaves of a tree.
  116.  
  117. Otherwise... It follows the wind until it reaches the thin mellowed blades of grass... It will fall and rot, fading as a glow of a moving star merely remembering the tree that gave it a branch to rest and grow.
  118.  
  119. "... No one can aid one which followed it's own path, even traced it in order to reach that mountain... Those souls which followed you are the willowing leaves attached to a tree... They may never detach or else... If they fall, they may follow the endless words of wisdom of the wind... Until they fall, remembering that branch they were once attached to.... That they had grown with..."
  120.  
  121. The pierced dark canvas soon covered the sky, hiding each from the daylight. Displaying a canvas full of glimmers, yet the sunshine glows within those words.
  122.  
  123. "... Whilst you are a light gifting souls of guidance, yet like everyone... You feel each impacts the fate gives you and learn from each rainy days... You fill that bag of experience you have been gifted the first step you made amidst the endless road of your existence... I am a free bird... I spreading my wings in order to follow the path the wind gifts me... Then when that spark of will flourish... My wings labors to keep up that way I am being guided into...", she paused. Considering the choices of the man before her. "... You have chosen to create, nurture and protect... Whilst I have chose to observe, express and feel..."
  124. (Zefa Forger)
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  127. [14:30] To observe, express and feel. That surely meant, that the sage had a life not of her own. But instead, she lived within another through the voice of wisdom she whispered. Betelgeuze experienced this, as the winter burned over by the light of one's self.
  128.  
  129. Betelgeuze might have not noticed this and the collar repressed it, but energies of the beyond reached forth. A true light began to pillar inside of his soul, a light that was born from the desire to guide the lost souls that would wander evermore.
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  131. Esshar was violent and the divines knew of this. Maltziel knew that beings, if left alone, would become the reason for bloodshed. Betelgeuze was one that upheld the word of the divine without delay, to manifest a light which would guide. It was in his heart where these words were etched.
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  133. Many would oppose. Many would stray. Many would die. This was fate, a machination that would never cease. Betelgeuze, yet, became the watchtower through this fate. A light that wasborn because the world was dark, knowing that it was not meant to be.
  134.  
  135. "As a free bird, you traverse where the wind delivers. Yet, if you do feel, then you too are impacted by fate. A sage, but inevitably, also a being. If you ever seek the light, then remember it has always been within."
  136.  
  137. Betelgeuze paused, as he lifted his hand from his collar and placed it on his chest, at the place where his heart kicked a beat. "The light has always been within our actions, to manifest good in every moment. To be kind, to be gentle, to be merciful, to be loving. To be yourself."
  138.  
  139. "Never fall, little bird."
  140.  
  141. (Betelgeuze)
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  144. [14:57] As a free bird following the endless flow of life, she had grown sensitive to each torrent of winds... Each days of rains... She is sensitive, her eyes met dying souls before her, the two crossing path, those which were traced before her died.... It is that one day that the bird had spread'd it's own wings to follow the voice of fate. A book that almost never ends to be written.
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  146. Esshar indeed is a terrible world. Where each cycles of winter and summer brings a dramatic change to happen the leaves that falls after each winter. The tree is growing from that coldness, yet the leaves from it's branches- dies.
  147.  
  148. The one man before her understood the truth. She is a mere soul like the others, no different, but she holds the experiences she held through those years of suffering. This young woman had passed through a lot despite her age, to end up being a sage amidst a village of Rhoynish.
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  150. She could not help, but allow the gaze once gifted to the man's eyes to shift upon the collar locked around his neck. She could not help, but- feel his heart joining the orchestra, the blossoms of the flourished knowledge growing amidst the nourishing earth being the past. Those little mellowed colorful flowers growing amidst the garden of memories.
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  152. This one collar acting like a shell to the light to truly manifest itself. Even... Honestly? Zefa has no idea of the feeling of bearing the light, it is something that she lacks of knowledge into. The voice of truth and passion became a little bundle of curiosity. A glimmering yet fatigued glare had been gifted to where to heart glow. Like a moth to a scorching flame, the lithe hand was guided by the desire to know... To understand... Her hand soon resting where his heart beats, to understand that suddent discord within. That darkness growing thick and the light struggling to bloom at it's brightest... Two blinks of her eyes were done in order to symbolize her surprise. The visage soon displaying that surprise, the glare gifted anew to the man before whilst the resting hand slid to fall like each leaves amidst the endless cycle of winter and summer.
  153.  
  154. "Uh- Hm... I have been impacted by much... I am a mere unmoving glow amongst the others..."
  155.  
  156. She is not a fighter, far from it... She lives for other, there is another meaning to her existence that she ended up finding through time. She knows how to bear the blade, how to manipulate it and dance behind the serenade that play two hearts playing with vivid passion. Her eyes shifted toward the glowing nighty sky, perceiving the passage of a bright, yet quick glow... Until it faded...
  157.  
  158. A suddent, yet gentle blow of the wind manifested, dragging her coat into a dance.
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  160. ".. I will remember your words... Mellowed spark of light... I will beseech it once I truly feel it... You speak in a way that draws me in your words... As if you truly understood me... It feels... Different.."
  161. (Zefa Forger)
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  164. [15:13] Redemption had brought the young oracle to his end. The end of a chapter, a captor to evil. Evil that flourished, as winter froze the land and coveted the warmth of light. Betelgeuze was once a wanderer, advising the lost on their predicaments. Ever since the battle of starfall tower, the pacifist understood what true evil was.
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  166. Perchance, if he had not witnessed true evil then, he would have eventually fallen to it himself. Betelgeuze would let the hand of the sage fall on his heart, as he then realized, a light flourished inside. As if a blooming hellebore flourishing under the cover of snow.
  167.  
  168. Betelgeuze wondered then what it was that was flourishing within, under control of the collar around his neck. It was probably nothing, but then again, coincidence did not exist in this world. Everything had a purpose, everything had a place, nothing was by chance.
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  170. As the breeze traversed across plains, through the golden locks of the oracle, the frozen eyes of the oracle set upon the sage. "I am certain it is inevitable, that you shall seek the light. You, the one that realizes the cycle, especially. It is in your nature to seek it."
  171.  
  172. With a deep exhale, the oracle would then eye to the others that ended up in the marketplace. Familiar faces, but perchance, best to not greet. After all, he was but a slave.
  173. (Betelgeuze)
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  175.  
  176. [15:15] Betelgeuze rose his hand, regardless of the state that they were in and delivered a wave to his friend in the distant marketplace. His gaze, was however, set still on the sage he spoke to.
  177. (Betelgeuze)
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  179.  
  180. [15:15] Khione stretches.
  181. (Khione)
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  184. [15:16] Cayden Arborea says, "No idea. I've just bee wandering around."
  185. [15:16] Cayden hopes Ilburg will join the conflict so they can have something to do.
  186. (Cayden Arborea)
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  189. [15:16] Cetta Amor says, "Yea, that's what I've been doing today as well, spent some time in Osrona, said good bye to Pericles."
  190. [15:16] Demios leans against his stall, gently stroking Sapphire's hair, who was asleep in the hammock fastened to his armor.
  191. (Demios Arborea)
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  194. [15:16] Cayden Arborea asks, "Hm? What happened to the Champion?"
  195. [15:16] Cetta Amor says, "He died."
  196. [15:17] Demios Arborea asks, "Wait, Pericles is dead?"
  197. [15:17] "Ah..."
  198.  
  199. With a sigh, he lowered his head, well... that was a shame in a sense.
  200.  
  201. "Even if he was an enemy, I still think it's a s hame. I wish I could've fought him again before his departure."
  202. (Cayden Arborea)
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  205. [15:34] There is some moment during that this voyage brings a traveler to a point of questioning. As she once spoke in the past, one of the weights gifted by her mother that she stores within that heavy bag of experiences. Her mother that cruelly died before her. It is when one soul grows, change after each suddent days and night of that inevitable fate. That inevitable end each souls are all meant to find one day.
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  207. Perhaps he had truly been broken by this cold world? Who knows... The winter is abrupt to all. A winter yet still living, living as the green that blemished reddish that the crimson petals flowing within one's veins bloomed. It bloomed as the morning sun drawing itself over the horizon as attentive strokes of brush from a passionate artist over a labored canvas. The fruit of one's spirit and mind.
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  209. Coincidence indeed does not exists amidst this world, our path is traced and even if imagination is the limit... The story yet still writing has an already predicted end. Each days of rains are meant to happens... Like each days of warm sun. It is how life works, it is the wisdom that shares the eternal flow of life.
  210.  
  211. The eyes once locked upon the sky soon shifted upon the golden irises of the prisoned man in her side after his short words flew like butterflies in a warm summer, flying in order to reach an unseen future.
  212.  
  213. Those colors were more then seen, they were understood, learnt on it's facets... She took a deep breath, greyish eyes, glimmers off a sky full of a star soon hid behind it's pupils, before once again showing themselves.
  214.  
  215. "... Perhaps... Let us see where to wind will guide me... There is a shell of ice that needs to be broken... Perhaps it would be of aid... I will consider it... Thank you... Mellowed spark of light..."
  216.  
  217. Zefa had shown to give each souls a nickname describing how they are. Such is the role of a sage amidst a clan after all...
  218. (Zefa Forger)
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  221. [16:01] A butterfly that flew in a warm summer, flying in order to reach an unseen future.
  222.  
  223. As all developed within time, as the butterfly did, the oracle and the sage would too. They would change, they would flourish and then, they would wither. The inevitability of time, the painful truth of fate. It was a blessing, unseen by many and feared by the fallen.
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  225. For after all, the true evil would one day wither to this cycle, too. The oracle understood that above anyone else, for he did not fear the cycle. Instead, he adapted to it and lived in the cycle, knowing of its patterns. It changed, evermore, as the constellations that moved.
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  227. A burning star in the nightly ether, that would eventually explode and create around it endless reactions, blessed the young oracle. The large planet that blessed the oracle brought within him a flame that could never be extinguished, as it spread a contagious fire of hope.
  228.  
  229. It spread into the hearts of mortals that were fearless of the fate that would befall them. "Do not be afraid of fate, little bird. Fate is your only blessing. You are never alone, even in the bleak winter. Your light shall only flourish when frozen."
  230.  
  231. With a pause, the oracle placed his hand on top of his head. Flowers fell gracefully unto the ground, but in his hand then which descended was a crown made of flowers. The oracle's blessing, to the sage that was frozen within from experiences that would leave one to despair.
  232.  
  233. The crown would be placed on top of her head, adorned with golden flowers. Surprisingly, Betelgeuze had never noticed, but his light had brought an unique color to the petals. Gold, alongside orange, as the leaves were covered in stardust.
  234.  
  235. "This is yours, little bird. The light shall stay with you, forever."
  236.  
  237. And it truly did, as the warmth of the stardust graced her head.
  238. (Betelgeuze)
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  240.  
  241. [16:25] Such is wisdom after all... Learning through the passing of time, learning that each grains amidst the existential hourglass is one passing time lost, approaching to that same fate each souls are meant to reach one day. To adapt through each cycles of season when the winter passes, to accept that it is impossible to avoid the inevitable. To follow the flow of life, to keep walking even if another sky merely awaits souls to come.
  242.  
  243. Fear is an illusion, those cracks caused to a mellowed tree by the too abrupt tempest. Which reminds one that the unknown is the better teacher, even if it can become the fastest path to reach another sky.
  244.  
  245. The fatigued greyish eyes followed the petals of a golden being held by the man before her, to reach her hair. To rest and act like that little sunshine over the flow of a river. Like the blossoming petals of the crimson rose, a pinkish soon blemish upon her snow white visage. A feeling yet so new to heart, the vivid light within being teased by this suddent warmth.
  246.  
  247. Those little stardust falling off her hair being there to remind her of the moving star amidst a sky of unmoving glimmers. The golden lily blooming, nourished by that spark of hope. To at least bring happiness, or keep that tower to live longer before falling.
  248.  
  249. The feeling she was gifted was new and that crown of flower will remain forever. Eyes of a glimmering sky full of stars shifted on the side.
  250.  
  251. "... T- Thank you..."
  252.  
  253. So her fate truly was traced after all... Even if she is one that follows the flow of life, nothing is a coincidence. Everything is meant to happen eventually.
  254.  
  255. "... I suppose I was meant to follow this fate, after all... So you truly are a light amidst a dark path... Affter all... Mellowed spark of light..."
  256. (Zefa Forger)
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  258.  
  259. [16:40] Forever...
  260.  
  261. It was a word that should've never been said, for fate was ever changing. Leonaus looked down upon mortals that fought wars ever pointless. Betelgeuze, blessed to rise the banner for his people to unite under, was one of many.
  262.  
  263. How many before him had come to the conclusion, to his conclusion? How many more would wither, to be left alone in the ground? To be part of the earth? Betelgeuze had thought of all conclusions, of all fates.
  264.  
  265. But in the end, reality was stranger than fiction. The world would unfold, not under his control, but under the control of nobles and royals, born with their influence over fate. Yet, as always, fate cannot be controlled.
  266.  
  267. Fate was not a weapon.
  268.  
  269. Thus, when the oracle guided those with light, with hope everlasting, fate would benefit him. Even in collar, fate would stand with him. Betelgeuze had no doubt that even in death, fate would stand by his side.
  270.  
  271. The little bird that flew for themellowed spark of light, would only be watched over by the watchtower that sparked such a light.
  272.  
  273. The oracle's hand rose as he'd place it on top of her head, near the flower crown. "Perhaps.. Light will always find its way in the darkness. We are much alike, but that does not change that this light is still within the dark. Danger will follow, it is best if you find safety during this war."
  274.  
  275. "One day, you will see this light outside of the darkness. I promise you, Zefa."
  276. (Betelgeuze)
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  278.  
  279. [16:53] The greyish hues followed the hand gently approaching, to rest upon the lupin's head. Listening to the words once again blooming as a garden full of colors. Whilst to some, colors would be a symbol of positivism, to her it would be a voice of truth... Like herself. An eye wide awake to perceive the world that surrounds them on it's darker and brighter facets. A perception of the cycle day and night, winter and summer. An acknowledgment of the passing time, one that keeps each grains of the existential hourglass and add an heavy weight under that bag of experiences.
  280.  
  281. This conversation was quite honestly the brightest the sage ever had since the day she had done her first step amidst this endless existential road. A golden lily that blossomed amidst the garden of her memories.
  282.  
  283. There is no words to express her reaction... This feeling is vivid, yet so new and because each chapters of a book one day reach an end, it is the time for her to depart.
  284.  
  285. "...Thank you... I may now return to my home... It was a pleasure to speak with you, Betelgeuze… Yet this chapter is at it's end.... In hope to speak with you again... Mellowed spark of light..."
  286. (Zefa Forger)
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  288.  
  289. [17:09] The beacon of light had to ascend, before the destruction that this great evil had caused, there had to be an antithesis. Betelgeuze warned the sage, that was alike to his past self, of the dangers that this would bring. His actions would influence fate.
  290.  
  291. Fate could not be controlled. It could only stir one direction, but end up another. The sea would not follow the whims of a mortal and even the divines had difficulty bringing it to its knee. Betelgeuze was one of the first that realized, a cruel fate was but the beginning.
  292.  
  293. Death, was not the end.
  294.  
  295. "This chapter is at its end, but there shall yet be another page. We shall see what is etched unto the tablet of fate. We shall speak once more. After all, little bird.."
  296.  
  297. Betelgeuze paused as he'd lift his hand from her head and onto his chest. "The light is always with you. Farewell, and have a safe flight through the night." Betelgeuze would wave with his other hand, as his beacon of light only shone more when she headed the distance.
  298.  
  299. It was everlasting, holy light that was within the peasant boy that was born with a connection to the stars. This peasant boy that flourished into an oracle for the lost, would one day influence fate. As unlikely as it was, fate was not as predictable as fiction.
  300.  
  301. His story had just begun.
  302.  
  303. And no one could close the book.
  304. (Betelgeuze)
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  306.  
  307. [17:11] Zefa Forger says, "Fare you well..."
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