Fear

[susitsu 871]

As the day dimmed and darkness drew close, King Maric Varodyr would be but reading in his throne room. To his surprise, a figure in black armor, surrounding in swirling black mist would make entrance to his peace with the cracking of twin doors.

 

The black armored figure would lower its gaze upon the Storm Lord from within its hood, saying "Ever calm...as when we first began this rebellion...Maric...Varodyr..."

 

His words would carry a feeling of growing horror as the conversation carried on. As the Herald told Maric, "My name is...no longer that...as my will is gone, so that choice...I am Fear." Truly his purpose would be fulfilled as he told Maric of his fate and of this same fate to befall him. And as he told him, they would both be slaves, Maric refused to accept this fate.

 

"I would've died before I allowed myself to be puppeted like this, Castor. You are nothing but a coward."

 

To this, he would receive a blank stare for a moment before the response.

 

"There is truth to that statement, but now it is you were informed why I come. A warning, a premonition, a prediction...take it as you please, but put simply...Fear yourself, Maric...you will be the one who makes the final move to fell your own nation. You will hunt down every member of it and snuff out the light in their eyes."

 

"You...will be the one...to bring Ruin...and it will be your own fault that it all happened...it will be your fault...that you became a slave."

 

His exit would be taken no too long after this, leaving unscathed with a few simple words.

 

"Will you...cut down a slave...my king?"

 

With the arrival of Edmund Horen, the king and his most faithful follower would be left to question this eerie message alone. What they made of it and what they did, there was only one thing for certain: They would do it in fear.

[Tirenas 677]

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