Post by Tarch on Nov 25, 2019 11:08:37 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 184,000What a strange and terrible dream. Tarch was fighting for his life. Against someone he once called a friend too. Not like the first time either. This was an honest to Chime battle to the death. A demon overflowing with bloodlust and boundless energy stood before him. The teen was hurt. Gashes had appeared on his back and chest. Burns scattered around his body. He had no power left. He pleaded for his life. Then…
Tarch awoke with a blood curdling scream. Everyone around him turned to look at him, either out of concern or annoyance. Where was he? This wasn’t his house. Yellow clouds. A line of people. A halo. Wait… A HALO?! Then it wasn’t a dream at all. Tarch was actually dead!
“... FUCK!”
That was the only word that came to his mind. He collapsed onto his back as the situation weighed against his chest. Sensoa actually killed him. That’s right. He made him a promise. He made his family suffer.
“I’ll never forgive him…”
After several disgruntled dead people ushered the boy to his feet, an ogre actually came over to see what all the ruckus was all about. The ogre let out a small sigh, noting how young this particular corpse was. He pulled Tarch to his feet.
“Come on now. Up you go. I know it’s not fun dying so young but you’re holding up the line.” Tarch didn’t respond. At least not verbally. This was all too much for a fourteen year old boy to handle. His head felt like it was spinning. His mind flooded with questions, too many to make sense of as they all began to blur into each other. He followed the ogre without a word. Soon it was his turn. He was now face to face with an imposing giant. The ogre that helped him to his feet whispered in his ear.
“It’s alright. Just tell King Yemma your best and worst deed.”
Tarch brought his gaze from the floor to the intimidating King Yemma. His mind was a blank void. What could a fourteen year old even do? He never got the chance to do any deeds, good or evil. No. That wasn’t true. For someone his age he did so much. Finally he opened his mouth.
“H-hello. Mr. King Yemma sir. My name is Tarch. I uh… I don’t really know what to say. I guess my best deed was saving West City. Or maybe trying to stop a mad demon from killing everyone on Earth. My worst deed… I guess would be the same. It was my fault any of that happened. I didn’t want it to, but I left my best friend alone, and I ended up helping Sensoa by… well, dying I guess. I don’t really understand what happened to be honest.” Tarch looked around the room, unsure if he needed to say more. Washe supposed to say more? He’d done so little in his life, but so much all at once. He figured he could always ask. “I-is that enough Mr. King Yemma sir?”
