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I
sat on the cliff’s edge, a broad view of the ocean consumed my vision. The
water felt like it was a mile beneath me, yet I could still clearly see the
dragon bones peak out of the shore in between waves. When was the last time I
saw a flesh and blood dragon, I wonder? Twenty years? Thirty years? One
hundred? The answer didn’t matter, but it was something to occupy my mind.
Counting
the years was never my preferred pass time, but it was all I had left. My mind
grew addled, rife with boredom. I desperately wished for something to capture
my attention, but I knew nothing would. The last thing to interest me was my
research, but that was completed long, long before dragons died out. Was it a
waste to spend so many years of my life locked in my workshop? In hindsight, it
represents a small minority of my time in this world. Yet, some part of me
wonders if I would have been happier with an alternative lifestyle.
When’s
the last time I heard something other than the sea? When’s the last time I
heard a voice that was not my own? Can I even remember the last time I listened
to a baby cry, a dog bark, or notes of music? It has all blurred together now,
some of my memories are nothing but murky soups of nonsense now. All the people
share the same face, all the music is a twist amalgamation of every song I’ve
ever heard.
I
can recall the bare minimum clearly, a few times I did great good, and the many
horrific acts I did out of boredom. Yes, I remember a time when I tried to be a
hero of sorts. I slew a few dragons, rescued damsels, liberated a city here and
there. It felt good, I think. Although, I quickly grew tired of the practice,
so I tried to be a villain.
I
instigated many witch hunts and turned the closest of friends into enemies. I
even tore apart entire kingdoms from the inside and drove so many to madness. I
was unstoppable, in every sense of the word. No one could bring an end to my
reign of terror, and panic slowly consumed the whole world.
I
forget how long ago that was, was it before or after the dragons died out? Did
the dragons die out because of the panic, or did the panic start after? I can’t
even remember if it was the reason the world is so empty now. Was there another
reason, or was it something else I did that caused this?
How
ridiculous when you think about it, I can’t even remember if I’m responsible
anymore. Am I truly so arrogant that I believe I single-handedly brought about
the end? Or is my mind so much of mess that I simply can’t tell what is the
truth and what is a trick of memory? Is this a self-inflicted punishment, or am
I just an old hermit who forget why he left the world behind in the first
place? Does it even matter at this point?
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Times makes fools of us all.Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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