In the depths of unreality, in a small home that, at the behest of it all, belonged to the previous generations of Equisol, sat the snow-haired princess with a pen in her left, writing away her thoughts. Some notes were written sloppily while other notes were some of her finer works, but the legitimacy of such a claim rested on the eyes of the beholder. But the biggest piece of writing was a scattering of thoughts -ranging from suicidal, to loss, to growth, to glory. Yet it was never in her name, but to others.
And one of them was addressed the the family of the late King of Fortune, Marfons Emeraldi: The Spark.
Forever. Who would want to ever do that?
Who could ever wake up one day, through the tragic life of Meranthe, and declare, 'I want this forever?'
Often, I pondered the idea of being eternal myself, waltzing through the eternity of the isle forever. And the only thing that I see is the suffering of others, both alive and dead, the oppression of those that worship Enarr, and the fools that follow every word of Ualdir in his temper. And it all comes back to me the single question:
Who would want to live forever?
The fool. That is the answer.
The fool would never be able to comprehend a boom because they are incapable of grasping at the final page with pregnant breath, and finally embracing the beautifully end with joy and a nod to a life-changing story.
They would rather hold on the second to last paragraph and picture thosands of words covering the page so that it can never end.
They fear the end. If not because they are fools, then it was because of fear -a relatable, sorrowful thing that all of humanity share.
Except Marfons.
His actions for his people are to be taken with the highest of honors. For within his actions, he was able to provide an answer for humanity what writers and scholars asked many times in their research -what does it mean to embrace the end?
It means to embrace things with a smile and a flame that never wicks out and dies, but burns brighter in the next generation after a period of stillness.
To burn twice as fierce after and burn first the one who tries to destroy it then the ones that come after in the ultimate case of purification.
At least, that is what I believe.
I seen that fire once and how it transfered, from Ysayl to her children -and maybe even myself once she instructed me to do such. Often I wonder if I ever lived up to that prestigious flame, but I know that his children did.
Perseus, Meri, Ada, Thesus -all of them that my mind can remember all have that inkling; a flame that can burn nations to dust and institute their own beliefs into them, marking them in their rightful embers.
Perhaps this is what forever that so many foola hope for -something that is in the spirit rather than the flesh or the dead that walks. But the ever burning spirit that guides those who that it marked towars greatness.
Rest easy, Marfons, for though the body is dead and burried, your spark remains in those you fathered, the wife that you loved, and the kingdom they will inherit. And if it will bring you joy, as you watch over them.
Rest, knowing that nothing that you've done was in vain.
And one of them was addressed the the family of the late King of Fortune, Marfons Emeraldi: The Spark.
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Forever. Who would want to ever do that?
Who could ever wake up one day, through the tragic life of Meranthe, and declare, 'I want this forever?'
Often, I pondered the idea of being eternal myself, waltzing through the eternity of the isle forever. And the only thing that I see is the suffering of others, both alive and dead, the oppression of those that worship Enarr, and the fools that follow every word of Ualdir in his temper. And it all comes back to me the single question:
Who would want to live forever?
The fool. That is the answer.
The fool would never be able to comprehend a boom because they are incapable of grasping at the final page with pregnant breath, and finally embracing the beautifully end with joy and a nod to a life-changing story.
They would rather hold on the second to last paragraph and picture thosands of words covering the page so that it can never end.
They fear the end. If not because they are fools, then it was because of fear -a relatable, sorrowful thing that all of humanity share.
Except Marfons.
His actions for his people are to be taken with the highest of honors. For within his actions, he was able to provide an answer for humanity what writers and scholars asked many times in their research -what does it mean to embrace the end?
It means to embrace things with a smile and a flame that never wicks out and dies, but burns brighter in the next generation after a period of stillness.
To burn twice as fierce after and burn first the one who tries to destroy it then the ones that come after in the ultimate case of purification.
At least, that is what I believe.
I seen that fire once and how it transfered, from Ysayl to her children -and maybe even myself once she instructed me to do such. Often I wonder if I ever lived up to that prestigious flame, but I know that his children did.
Perseus, Meri, Ada, Thesus -all of them that my mind can remember all have that inkling; a flame that can burn nations to dust and institute their own beliefs into them, marking them in their rightful embers.
Perhaps this is what forever that so many foola hope for -something that is in the spirit rather than the flesh or the dead that walks. But the ever burning spirit that guides those who that it marked towars greatness.
Rest easy, Marfons, for though the body is dead and burried, your spark remains in those you fathered, the wife that you loved, and the kingdom they will inherit. And if it will bring you joy, as you watch over them.
Rest, knowing that nothing that you've done was in vain.