Prolouge

     Written in these pages is a lost saga, records of an unnamed hero.

    Memories and feelings of a hero blessed by the Goddess, whose achievements brought about change.

     Sadness. Grief. Anger. Joy. Excitement. Jealousy.

    Should those who read be able to shed themselves of mortal attachments and judge what is to what is written.

    In front of Her Grace, The Goddess. May your sins be burned and washed away very unending love.

    May Your guiding light, carve and shine the path to salvation.

    May Your flames alight the world once more.

     Her Grace, may you lend Your ears to hear the cacophonous prayers of atonement.

    Her Grace, may You lend Your heart to welcome those who strayed from good.

    Her Grace, may You lend Your ever Gracious being judge what is right and deliver those from sin.

    When the time comes, may You be so gracious as to lead the path to salvation once more.

     For Your love so boundless, that You died for the sins of those from above.

    For You are the only light and judgement. and so You are the one we worship.

    I pray to You, Her Grace. Vathel

    My Goddess—Amdesha

    Until the day comes, may You and the Unnamed Knight of Yours, rest in peace.

     An Excerpt from the first page to The Fall of the Goddess.

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    As the skies above darken into a blend of crimson and soot, I sat half-dazed and unconscious. Like the walking dead, I kept repeating myself.

     “Where did it all go wrong?”

    But, in fact, nothing was wrong. Yes, it was instead a miracle —indeed. I wasn’t thinking straight that time but yes, It was a miracle that this is the outcome.

    Looking down at myself, Left hand –ripped from the shoulder, bone is dangling. Right hand –kept in place by a few threads of skin and muscle. One leg –twisted at an angle making recovery impossible. Well, those injuries are just shallow wounds. Compared to what my insides are probably like now. Yes. These are indeed shallow wounds. Who am I lying to? Myself?

    With the backdrop that can even make other Gods shudder. Clangs and pangs of steel unto steel. Patchwork of human and monsters continued to rain from above. A collage of organs and body parts that shouldn’t be chased after people I considered comrades.

    Choirs in chorus, screamed for help all around. Human offals strewn out and about. It’d be lucky if you died before you were consumed by one of these amalgams.

May Your guiding light, carve and shine the path to salvation.

May Your flames alight the world once more.

    It has only been 8 years since I awoke from that place. Likely by the grace of the gods, if they really did exist, kept me alive to keep her alive.

    I couldn’t complain. She was the only one that graciously lent me her hand and at that place at that. So I lied to myself. To protect her, her smile. To keep it unsullied, for the both of us and even I believed my own lie.

    My life was nothing more than a foil for her. An elaborate life of white and gray lies. Yet, I enjoyed it. 8 years. What a fickle treatment to life, don’t you think? Nonetheless. I enjoyed it. 8 years isn’t long but it’s longer than what I could’ve bargained the gods above for.

    It was a life of lies, but in all of those lies —I, who should’ve died long ago— learned to loved those lies and even cherish the life of lies.

I still failed haha…

    No point in lamenting life now. Furthermore I had the chance to reject it, No, was given the chance to reject it earlier on. But I didn’t. Might as well see this through.

    Tattered and like a broken puppet with it’s strings cut. I lament. Just a little bit ways before me. There was a pillar of briar thorns hugging tightly onto someone.

    With one eye, I glanced at who it was. Her. My lady. A Goddess in flesh.

    It's right there. She is right there, alone.

For Your love so boundless,

that You died for the sins of those from above.

For You are the only light and judgement.

And so You are the one we worship.

    The pain… it’s finally settling in. Sorry. I couldn’t hold you— be with you in the last breath. No. I don’t want to die, not yet not yet notyet notyet notyet notyet. Not now.

    Forcing myself to move every fiber of my being. In a desperate struggle to even get air into my lungs. Nonetheless, I struggled. Even if I had to crawl. Just a little bit more. I can reach it.

    Forcing my right hand to hold my rapier to use as a crutch to slowly crawl. Staining the stone path underneath, like a washcloth dipped into a bowl of blood. I crawled with gritted teeth.

    “Goddess, I’m sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry.”

    The gods above are fickle. I was close and yet, It seems like even life itself is going against a dying man’s wishes. My body buckled under the pain. Likely from having my insides being eaten inside and out.

    "Do not worry. Let’s meet again… someday, if possible. Let’s travel the world,” She said with a smile. With a smile! How can you still smile at that position! “Maybe, both of us can learn what the purpose of one’s heart is?”

    There’s nothing to laugh and smile about here! Please, just run away, Goddess! Goddess! Godde— ru—

    “Does your world echo loneliness when you shout at the end of the tunnel—?”

    Like a clear bell. That was the last thing I heard.

    From the intense pain, I gritted my teeth. Not long after I went blind. Then cold. It felt liberating, I no longer felt any pain. Just cold...