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[Carach]

It meant exile into the abyss itself- there were the unworthy lived and were tormented night and day.

 

[Carach]

By the elitist crowd that held no love for those who weren't as shiny as themselves.

 

[Carach]

Time and time again he found himself twitching away in reflex

 

[Carach]

Anytime the storm lit up the sky with lightning and thunder

 

[Carach]

The Gods, he though to himself. They must be displeased by something... someone.

 

[Carach]

In the distance a bright-lit trail ran through the sky, before a gargantuan explosion rocketed the scene.

 

[Carach]

The man looked up, brows furrowed in thought and wonder.

 

[Carach]

Part of him wished to care, part of him did not know if he should.

 

[Carach]

The greater part looked down at his works, so many sentences etched down into the stone tablets that littered this field.

 

[Carach]

None among him now, no. Too busy they were... enjoying the holy brands of characterization already.

 

[Carach]

This was his answer. He knew.

 

[Carach]

His cudgel snapped under the force of pressure his hand exerted.

 

[Carach]

The man did not care and instead switched to his sharpening stone.

 

[Carach]

One more after this... his works almost done. His labor completed, almost.

 

[Carach]

Only now the man... was it a man? finally put down the stone, rose himself up high in the sky and reached out to the thunder above.

Mine! He screamed against the lightning.

And then ran, ran as hard as he could to claim that which was now rightfully his.

 

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