The Final Watch (PK POST)

[Haseroth 1740]

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The Final Watch

 

 

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In the somber grandeur of the royal court, Augustus stood rigid amongst his peers, his callused hands betraying the only sign of his inner turmoil. The Duke Markus, robed in the gravity of his office, recited the terms of Adria's surrender. Each word from the Duke echoed like a dirge in the hollow chamber of Augustus' heart. The old soldier's eyes, which had seen the unflinching truth of war, now beheld the end of an era.

 

With a spirit fractured by disbelief, Augustus returned to his home, the silence of his heavy steps in stark contrast with the chaos that reigned in his mind. He entered the quiet abode, the laughter and warmth of days past haunting the empty spaces.

 

Under the soft glow of the moonlight, he watched his grandson sleep - a young boy blissfully unaware of the shattered dreams of the nation he might one day inherit. Augustus took a quill and, with a hand steadied by resolve, composed his final missive, a letter drenched in love and sorrow.

 

Carefully, he placed the parchment beneath the pillow of the innocent child, a silent hope that one day he would understand. With the first rays of dawn casting a pale light upon the scene, Augustus donned his armor, each piece a chapter of his storied past.

 

Without fanfare, the old guardian of the fatherland embarked on his final journey. Northward he trekked, into the unforgiving embrace of the snowy wastes. The whispers of the wind carried away the tale of his valor, the cold his silent companion.

 

Augustus, the steadfast soldier of a now-subdued Fatherland, walked until the snow and sky merged into an endless white. There, where the world seemed untouched by the follies of men, he vanished, his legacy interwoven with the land he cherished.

 

Never again would tales of Augustus grace the ears of those he left behind, his final march a testament to an unyielding spirit that could not bear the surrender of his beloved homeland. In the northern wilderness, he sought the peace of soul, a means to calm the raging dragon within his heart. No rest would find the soldier however, not until he collapsed.

[WhatASithuation 210]

Athri'annyer upon hearing the news was both surprised and devastated.

 

"... What am I supposed to do with these 25 blast potions now... ? We were going to sell them for so cheap too..." He stated to his comrades within Ak'vei's lab. "I guess we'll just have to find someone else that wants an obscene amount of blast potions."