Roses and Regret
"I know who you really are!" The gnome shouted at the dark figure that towered over her. She balled up her fists as the figure chuckled at her remark.
"Oh, do tell me then, who am I" with each word, his voice contorted and deepened. His rose red eyes glowed menacingly as he approached her.
"You're a sad, sad spirit, that's so lost" Shrub backed away from Xornoth as he loomed over her, "and you keep being reborn so angry because no one EVER LOVED YOU!!”
He cackled like thunder, loud and bold. He grimaced at the gnome’s words, “Why would I even need love when I can do THIS.” He shot a beam of twisting red and black thunder, giving a hard impact to her head, making her stumble.
The grass seemingly swayed under her feet, everything around moved and twisted unnaturally, she clutched her head as she felt pain flood her body. Shrub fell down to the soft soil, Xornoth who loomed over her menacingly before now had a face of regret. He couldn’t regret what he was doing, after all, he wiped out the gnome population so easily, he was made to rule Rivendell but, everything hurt.
Yes everything was different, but it was supposed be a good type of new, yet his magic felt like it was encasing his heart in red vines, crushing it so agonizingly slow. He was supposed to feel better, stronger and more valiant, but he felt like everything could hurt him so much more, was this the price for more power?
The gnome was knocked out cold, a small bit of red trailing down her forehead. As he approached the small figure, he placed a clawed finger onto the red substance, blood. The blood trickled down his finger onto the soft grass, he now noticed that his hand, his dark clawed fingers faded into a light pale ivory.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The darkness that once enveloped Xornoth had started falling, slipping away from him. He stood, looking at his pale ivory hand, then rushing towards the small pond to see himself. The darkness fell and trickled off of part of his face, he had caramel brown hair and light hazel eyes?
He could barely remember who he was before, before he met Exor. Exor gifted him powers and all he could want, but he felt empty. Everything that Exor gave him was so artificial and fake, they didn’t feel like he properly earned or deserved everything that was handed to him but Exor insisted.
After all you are it’s future ruler, so you deserve everything to destroy and ensure that titles will still be yours
And if you doubt this, I’ll gladly give this role to the next successor once you DECAY WITHOUT MY GUIDANCE!!
Exor screamed through Xornoth’s head, he didn’t want to be a tyrant, he just wanted to be safe and treated like a proper elf instead of a misfortune. He was nothing but ‘a harm to the throne and it’s people’ but he wanted to provide and protect them, yet he was exiled. Would he truly decay without Exor, be nothing but a fallen prince with nothing to his name.
So he fled, into the thick oak and birch forests, the tree’s canopy above gave him a sense of comfort. He’d rather be thrown and sacrificed to the wolves to be something that harms his family, his brother.
Brother?
He had a brother? Everything was frizzing and buzzing in a chaotic harmony, all around him flooded his mind, sensing the growls of wolves, the texture of the grass under him, the slow bristles of the leaves around them. Being aware of everything hurt, it echoed in his mind constantly, the more he ran the more deep sludge slipped and dropped off Xornoth in a trail.
He ran till he couldn’t, till he felt even the smallest breeze could break him like glass. He tumbled down onto the grass, the deep muddy texture relaxing and his mind cleared and darkened. Till everything was silent.
He laid there covered in mud, surrounded by blossoming roses and poppies, he would’ve been completely hidden if not his bright caramel hair in contrast to the deep green of the soft grass.
A remake of the really terrible one I did before, I will redo the second part and then add a link! Do expect Afterlife content tho after this
