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WIP Wednesday!
(A little late but still!) This time @fangbangerghoul tagged me and I have to tell you that I'm working on a second ending for the Dragon's Dogma fic. The problem is that I lost a big part, because at some point Microsoftword.exe didn't save it. So I got a little depressed about it (I realized this yesterday), so I will share the beginning of it.
Don't believe people who say: "There's nothing new under the sun".
That's not true.
The most unexpected things can happen.
And that's quite a lot when you consider that I'm just a pawn.
As you probably already know (or suspect), the age of a pawn is difficult to determine. I don't know exactly how many human years, how many Springs I've seen go by, but I can say that I've worked with more Arisen than I can really remember or count.
Still, my memory can only recall two of them: the one who gave me life, and the one who made me feel emotions. Their will, and determination were astonishing. The one that gave me life, my own Arisen appeared to be a decent, reasonable person with an unbreakable will, but he gifted me the most bitter feeling: Disappointment.
Some might say: He was the one who made me a being with feelings, and maybe that's the truth, but, in my opinion, she had something special.
Something strange and inexplicable.
"I like to think that we are like moths drawn to the light; this warm, powerful aura that the Arisen have…"
Today, Hal's words carry a different weight, they're like an echo in my mind, haunting me.
Many Awakenings have come and gone… Different Arisen… Different motivations and wills.
But somehow… I feel guilty
Regardless how much experience I once bragged about…
I never expected anything like this.
We had been together for a long time, I'd say months.
Lina was the one chosen by the Dragon in this dimension as the Arisen, the one who would finish him and free the world from the disaster dressed in Crimson. Hal was always by her side. A skinny, eye-glassed, book-loving pawn, brilliant and creative. At first I despised his lack of courage and his shyness.
Now, in retrospect… I can't ignore his true qualities.
His mental agility and his almost unnatural effort to understand life and people; Sensitive, always looking out for her happiness and that of those with whom he lived, including me and Meryl.
How stupid I was.
Surely, as he mentioned on more than few occasions, my "muscular brain" made me indifferent to what some people call the "intelligence of the heart".
If only I had noticed this earlier… I might have noticed that there was something strange going on from the very beginning…
It's no news that Arisens could bring joy to people.
And envy too.
For some strange reason, the negativity becomes endearingly attractive to minds in despair and uncertainty of the approaching end (perhaps this is something triggered by the Dragon's presence).
That day, a stranger approached the Arisen and begged for help. He pulled out a weird piece of paper that claimed to be a letter from a well-known person.
They were barely readable, asking for help to get home, from Bloodwater Beach to Grand Soren.
A long and complicated journey.
To be honest, I have to make yourself clear that it's not uncommon to receive requests for escort, especially on the road, but…
What the hell was that person doing out there in the first place?
Bloodwater Beach is one of Gransys' most remote and inhospitable places…
Why should we help that person?
These questions weren't asked back then.
And maybe that's why I'm here now...
