I can't write often in these situations but I try to be stable as I can. To be scared is an optional thing to, there's no turning back as they say. Running can't help you, entwined in a chain ball of regrets, walking at a slow rate of intervals can ease the pain. Waiting at a cave of despair, a freedom like phoenixes born in a condor's life. When ashes are no more, a life is born.
So drop your banner and surrender to fate. There's no one to help you now. You're the one that came to this labyrinth of Ifrit's undying turmoil. But can he help you? He'll burn you alive in a pool of flames. There's no escape. In any of our final movies, someone over that horizon will save you. Just in time to be your hero, then leave you forever.
Someone can betray us, but does it mean we will betray them too? There is no right or wrong now, but what can be the acceptable things to do. So they meet again. Falling to those things they have done before. They reach their hearts to feel the pain. Turning and cry again.
At last, She was born! The almighty but jealous ruler of all. Can she save the people? Build an army for a thousand fortress, but rammed by a champions' horses. Leap to their might. Slay the queen and end the fight. So the story ends, with a dying person in vain.
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