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Endin looked up from his drink and stared at the man next to him.
"Yuh know, King's dead. Prince's dead. He killed 'em, and I..." He said in a slurred voice before being cut off.
"We know, this is the third time you've told the bar. The attack was days ago. Give it a rest."
Endin nodded and signaled the bartender for another beer, then slumped back into his chair.
A minute later his drink arrived and he sipped at it, then looked back over his shoulder at the door, where a pair of soldiers were entering. The knight lurched up and a bottle flew into his hand from the counter.
"You killed them! The were just doing their jobs and you killed them! *******s!" The bottle shattered and it's shards of glass hung in the air, orbiting around the cracked neck and hovering alcohol. He visibly slowed down and looked at the bottle, seemingly entranced by the shimmering colors reflected in the glass. With the same air of detachment, his hand lifted up and the crystal spears stabbed through a soldier in the chinks of his armor. The other ran at him, drawing his sword, but Endin sifted to the side and hooked a chair leg around the soldier's foot, knocking him down through the bar. A lift of his finger and every bottle, mug and glass splintered, the pieces driving into Rhykim's guard.
Endin turned, looked at the two bodies bleeding on the floor, then left, blasting one out of the doorway and into the street. His bloodied cloak swishing, he walked off into the shadows.
Sleep was nothing but nightmares, flitting from the soldiers he had killed to the kings head rolling in the dust and dirt to his father's betrayal and his own banishment. When dawn finally broke he woke up to everything is the room strewn across the floor and his sheets tangled and matted with sweat.
Endin crawled out and stood up shakily, pushing away enough debris to make a spot to pace. Echoing the rhythm of his steps, his thoughts sorted themselves into something that resembled sense.
'The prince is dead.
I betrayed him.
A tyrant holds the throne.
I could have stopped him.
I didn't stop him.
This is my fault.
I murdered them.
No! I'm not the murderer! They are!
They killed innocents!
I pay evil unto evil to protect the just!
I will clean the world in evil's blood.
I will fight the monsters.
Even if I become a monster myself.'
He clenched his fists and the walls started to crumble, everything around him shattering and forming a tornado of rubble. He came close to screaming, but started to repeat it as a mantra,"I will fight the monsters. I will fight the monsters, I will fight the monsters..."
The debris stopped flying and he sat on the bed, panting. Now to fight fire with fire.
Yay, Endin's back! And going insane from PTSD or something. Just generic insanity syndrome, really.
"Yuh know, King's dead. Prince's dead. He killed 'em, and I..." He said in a slurred voice before being cut off.
"We know, this is the third time you've told the bar. The attack was days ago. Give it a rest."
Endin nodded and signaled the bartender for another beer, then slumped back into his chair.
A minute later his drink arrived and he sipped at it, then looked back over his shoulder at the door, where a pair of soldiers were entering. The knight lurched up and a bottle flew into his hand from the counter.
"You killed them! The were just doing their jobs and you killed them! *******s!" The bottle shattered and it's shards of glass hung in the air, orbiting around the cracked neck and hovering alcohol. He visibly slowed down and looked at the bottle, seemingly entranced by the shimmering colors reflected in the glass. With the same air of detachment, his hand lifted up and the crystal spears stabbed through a soldier in the chinks of his armor. The other ran at him, drawing his sword, but Endin sifted to the side and hooked a chair leg around the soldier's foot, knocking him down through the bar. A lift of his finger and every bottle, mug and glass splintered, the pieces driving into Rhykim's guard.
Endin turned, looked at the two bodies bleeding on the floor, then left, blasting one out of the doorway and into the street. His bloodied cloak swishing, he walked off into the shadows.
Sleep was nothing but nightmares, flitting from the soldiers he had killed to the kings head rolling in the dust and dirt to his father's betrayal and his own banishment. When dawn finally broke he woke up to everything is the room strewn across the floor and his sheets tangled and matted with sweat.
Endin crawled out and stood up shakily, pushing away enough debris to make a spot to pace. Echoing the rhythm of his steps, his thoughts sorted themselves into something that resembled sense.
'The prince is dead.
I betrayed him.
A tyrant holds the throne.
I could have stopped him.
I didn't stop him.
This is my fault.
I murdered them.
No! I'm not the murderer! They are!
They killed innocents!
I pay evil unto evil to protect the just!
I will clean the world in evil's blood.
I will fight the monsters.
Even if I become a monster myself.'
He clenched his fists and the walls started to crumble, everything around him shattering and forming a tornado of rubble. He came close to screaming, but started to repeat it as a mantra,"I will fight the monsters. I will fight the monsters, I will fight the monsters..."
The debris stopped flying and he sat on the bed, panting. Now to fight fire with fire.
Yay, Endin's back! And going insane from PTSD or something. Just generic insanity syndrome, really.
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