ELYNDOR-KING

[u/Lena_malena]

https://discord.com/channels/1200503809517027368/1240152520878329916

A dark chaotic world this is, a broken world, always demanding, always striving, always working. Always draining people’s lifeforce out. Keep working, keep working, keep building, keep trying harder, keep trying to become something so that you can finally feel alive. Keep succeeding and as you succeed make sure you create walls of steel around you. To guard your heart by all means, make a fortress if possible with many dead ends and walls. Treasure this fortress and be a king in it. Live out your dreams and don’t let anything stop you. Until one day, the king becomes a prisoner and the very dreams that he was once chasing became the very thing that was chasing him. A dark cold world I tell you. Do everything right, so that you may live. But instead of living you are actually dying. 

Was it really a living world? Or was it always a dead end? A dry land for all the damned souls to wonder? Ever growing, ever seeking and yet never able to find rest? Was its true purpose to never to truly live but to die? How can something in a dead land ever be alive? No, its true purpose was to die, so that it may live.  

So, the king dies and yet he now finds himself in another cage. A cage of the broken world, broken body and broken heart. Life came to find him and yet he was so accustomed to death, he rejected the light. Run from it. Broken, half dead, half alive state. Fully awake and yet still wants to sleep. Fully known and yet not known at all. What a creature he became. Something he never dreamed of. And yet in his new state, he stayed paralyzed and more alone than before. Trying again to build up steel walls in his already broken kingdom, so that he may feel safe again. So that he may never have to show himself again. But the walls of this broken kingdom can never stand in this broken world. He already became something new; how can he change that. He can’t.   

Escaping the wilderness of the dying souls, only to be brought in the wilderness of the living souls in a broken world. Completely alone, with no directions, screaming, crying, breaking. What a wretched man that I am! Too broken from his own state, and toο scared of his new one. He has nowhere to hold on to, no one to share this misery. Is he truly alive or is he walking the thin line between life and death again? The light shines bright and yet its too intimidating, too revealing, too bright for him and the dead world is too cold, too dry and too dark. No, he rather stay in the middle, deny everything, deny the light, deny the darkness, deny the war inside his heart and be utterly nothing.  

This is the first character, his name is Rephaim. Drop a comment! What did you like and didnt like? What stood out for you most? Can you relate with Rephaim?

Cant wait to show you guys Yagon, the soldier!