The Stand-Still Soldier
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| The Stand-Still Soldier | ||
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| ID | TBC | |
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| Value | xx Septims | |
| Weight | x.00 | |
A warped soldier stands in complete silence, in the chaos that surrounds him he stands out, offering a peculiar scene in the pandemonium.
The one against his purpose, creation turned to destruction. But we are of the nine, not of the one. We take time to unravel, time to unbind. Time that runs but also starts again, and again. Our only sanctity, corrupted in his wake. Our divine spark, our conscience, being, morality, ethicality, fizzled out.
The one turned good intention to bad, turning their zealous defence of their homeland in pitiful desire for all-consumption and death. I, I didn't wish to be here, I wanted to become a scholar, not a soldier. In fear, I tried to run. Instead I stand here, motionlessly watching the thing I feared most in my life on repeat. I dread when I feel nothing anymore, when my shred of divinity is corrupted beyond my own recognition, and I become like them, mindless and insatiable.
The soldier turns to dust, only to reform again.