The Angel Who Grieves At The World's End

[ecthelion]

Characters: Ein and you
Format: I'll match it
This log is: open
Location: Lakeshore
Summary: Ein realizes that everyone's hard work is being undone and despairs, sending his
Warnings: None... yet?

There was nothing left.

He'd seen the inexorable advance of the Tower Guardian he had helped to defeat, the rapidly decreasing population of Conquest. He could only assume Fortitude was having similar problems.

There was no time anymore, and he was going to die.

It was time to say goodbye.

With a small scrap of paper and a pen, he began to write.


Fia, Lina, Serene, Cierra, and Rose:

I'm sorry, but I won't get to see you again.

There's nothing else I can do, and I don't even remember who is already gone.

If anyone asks any of you about something called "Rakuen", you have to refuse.

-Ein


He stuffed the written note into his prize bottle and gently set it afloat into the lake, sitting down with his head buried in his legs.

Comments

[secretlyuseful]

Merlin was near the lake staring at the tower that had slammed shut just hours before. Trying to think of a way to stop this, any way to fix this...

So far he had nothing. Nothing. He worried every time he wasn't near Arthur (like now) in case he was next to disappear, to fade away like others had.

He saw the man at the lake side, they hadn't spoken but he had seen him in the assembly, there wasn't many people to remember after all.

"Hello..."

[ecthelion]

"Hey."

In truth, Ein had little reason to recognize this person. He'd seen him usually with known Fortitude members, so...

But that was no reason not to be friendly.

[secretlyuseful]

Merlin went to sit near him with a small smile. "Are you alright?" It was a bit of a silly question considering everything that was happening.

[ecthelion]

"Probably about as well as I can be. I don't think I'll be able to see my friends from home again, and there aren't any weapons around anywhere."

[secretlyuseful]

Merlin nodded, Arthur was still here but that was the only piece of hope Merlin could grasp onto in all this. "I wish there was a way to change this, but I can't find one..." And he didn't have his magic, not that he could think of a magical solution either. But at least he wouldn't be so powerless against all of this.