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The Death of Belen Eros Amroth-Ryder
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It was a good day to die.
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Belen woke up, something felt strange- why was everything quiet? It suddenly hit him, like an arrow to the chest. Today was the day he needed to get on the boat to Atlas. Ryder fumbled about, quickly packing a few items, and quickly putting on his bard clothes. The mentally-challenged soldier ran as fast as he could- it's not like anyone was coming back for him.
The boats already departed, still in sight and close- but no one had the nerve to turn around for one man, not when hell itself was coming down on Cloud Temple. Belen stood on the end of the deck, waving his arms and screaming at the top of his fleshy lungs. Ryder's voice broke down into a raspy wail. He cried out to the Canonist faith, when nothing answered- he looked to the sky. Even though the stars were not visible.. he knew they were there. Belen sniffled, rubbing his nose as he looked up. His lip quivered like a young child.
"Mom.. H-Help me."
"MOTHER!" His broken voice screeched out, rubbing his eyes. Belen was considered a man, but men aren't supposed to break down in tears. Was it real? He finally calmed himself, staring at the ships- the large crafts drifted off into the horizon.
Belen Eros Amroth-Ryder let out a shudder, turning his heel as he made his way to the front of the Cloud Temple, he got as close as he could- standing right beside the large spike which penetrated the temple. He stood there, brokenly humming the lullaby from his infant years,
"Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright. ... Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight."
He watched the apocalypse and its destruction slowly consume the rest of temple island, along with all of Axios. He did think that it was funny, how every nation was hit by a disaster- but somehow the War Nation of Krugmar never really got affected, but back to the story. Death crawled up the steps, and Belen stood there. The young man stared Death in the face. In the end, when the temple had been consumed by destruction- Belen's body sank. The water was peaceful, and chilled. The deep blue, and the seemingly bottomless depth, it seemed like a dream. His body was limp, injured in numerous ways. His face was bruised, his lips were busted and his cheeks seemed cut upon. Belen's skin had been changing in color, due to the effects of the wicked thanium and the cold water.
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The ocean laid claim to his body.
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It was a good day to die...
Ever since, the night sky felt different. A new star was spotted, glowing dimly- but growing strongly.
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His Life Before
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Belen Eros Amroth-Ryder, son of Samuel Amroth, who changed his name to Sam Ryder, Belen was 17 when he joined the Royal Armed Forces of Alban, Haense. Ambitious lad, some could say a few of his goals were out of reach. He had a crush on a fair maiden, although due to politics and nobility- it would have never happened. That didn't stop some of the fellow soldiers from encouraging him. Belen wasn't a good fighter, being mostly anxious. He did his best, fighting in a handful of skirmishes- striving to prove and improve himself through combat. If you had asked him a few things about what his life was like, Belen would have said 'confusing'.
He remembers attending courts just so he could just get one glimpse at the fair lady. He remembers that one time- he got thrown into the ocean for asking directions to the Frostbeards, before the war they used to take a stroll around Axios with a handful of their fellow clan members. Belen recalls how he got lost for a few years, only to come back to find a war that tore him on the inside, his friends and his home were split between both sides. If it wasn't bad enough with being out of touch, people would always yell at him when he didn't respond right away to anything. It wasn't his fault- he was dropped on his head as a babe.
All in all, the only thing Belen would have changed.. was to be in the boat with his fellow soldiers as the masses fled.
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"Something is not beautiful because it lasts."
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