As it was, and so it shall always be, to my dearest one,
For all things end the same way they started.
Foretold to us by those who witnessed the end, and glimpsed through the hazy hourglass to see the beginning.
In the unlikely case that doubt shrouds us, let this lament breathe life into you.
May your second song be more benevolent than the first,
A life filled with an abundance of adventures and lore.
As for this one?
Let it fade into a distant memory.
My dearest Princess...enjoy thy sleep, for eternal has never existed for our kin.
An Ode to the Sleeping Princess
"Her sweet-sounding words arrived upon me like a vengeful dream,
A thorny rose coiled around my heart,
Darkness invades from the corners of my gaze, rushing towards the center in a bid to drown my vision in darkness.
My voice faded, breathless, and waiting.
Fragile, I lay, tucked beneath her warm and familiar bosom.
And yet still, I was sinking... gradually into a hazy black smoke.
Her soft brown hands wrapped tightly around my little neck.
Her entire remains hidden, for the world was too bright to see.
But her smile was loving, cherry-rose lips distorted, but filled with a motherly love.
The darkness arrived forcefully; her hands still wrapped around my little neck applied. Her cherry-rose smile creased into a cruel smirk and her hands tightened even more.
She was choking me with all the strength her adult body could muster.
The mask of a deranged clown smiles at me, and yet I still love her?
She was crowned in madness!
Beneath her forceful stranglehold.
I made no sounds as I sank into a cold, painless silence.
I remember you were troubled.
I remember the bloom of the white dawn.
I remember the black goat between the stalks of weeds.
And the unblemished golden sheep with wings.
The goddess opened my heart and breathed these curses into me.
'Once the moon's tears fell, the gates of the behemoth's mouth opened.
And Ziz marked the skies with clashes of thunder and rage.
Levi had been slain; her scales washed ashore on the pale sands,
And so lowly kings fashioned their strongholds from her bones and flesh.
A ridiculing tyrant was born but outmatched by his egotistical son,
A barren queen destroyed her plume garden.
She fell in love with her brother; he betrayed her, and was killed for it,
And she dyed the fields with carmine in response,
The rose petals smelt of iron
The fifth brother robbed the Cult of Swine, and buried his spoils in a Princesses crib,
Even in death, she refused to let them go
And together we all sing...
- Nivea's Requiem
'Which reminds me. For a Rank A Dungeon, the lack of monsters here is somewhat...concerning.' I thought to myself
I couldn't say how long I trudged down this uneven stony path, but I did eventually reach an open clearing, where I found myself standing in the center of a hexagon-shaped platform built beneath me. I tilted my neck slightly, catching the sight of a high-rising ceiling deep above, a tiny freckle of sunlight fell upon me. But troubling my thoughts were the strange doorways surrounding this small crypt with the enigmatic bust of dragons I noticed wrapped around the walls
I could discern no distinction between them, nor was I experiencing that instinctual feeling, often referred to as 'going with my gut,' that might have led me to lean towards one door in particular over the others.
I thumbed my smooth chin, my arms folded and my left foot continually tapped gently against the ground. You would think a high-ranker like myself might've developed some kind of skill to help steer my way in times like these, but the expectancy was a resounding...big fat no. I spent days on forums trying to discover some kind of skill or ability I could purchase. Older V series games did provide you with the not-so-trusting but forever relied upon 'Navigation spells.' However, I did hear about players complaining that the navigation spell was a toss-up at times. Oftentimes it took you the long way to your destination, and other times you ended up in a den filled with monsters. Fighting your way out of a nest filled with horned wolves or Giant iron-skinned Hornets.
Why's there a halo above me...n-no-no-no- not like this
Wait!..Why the hell am I being dissconnected?
N-no-no stop it go away you Shoo!...damn it!
I haven't even reached the checkpoint
Damn these stupid servers! C-Curse youuuuu..."