Horactio
Legacy Name: Horactio

As you look through the old library, two women stare at you from their corner of the room, their hands fidgeting as the glance back down at the book on the table. You're curious, wondering why these ladies are there when they bolt, pink and blue blurs against the dull browns of faded tomes.

You walk over to the table, immediately taking the small journal with a crown etched on the front. Its pages are only slightly worn, but the words don't appear until you touch the page. The elaborate writing is beyond your understanding, but it seems like someone was writing about their part in....

Part 1: Twins

When this war began

I guess I didn't understand

You watched us fight

With no concern

I would walk your walls

And feel you watching me

I've blindly followed my father

Leading my people into a battle

That doesn't need to be

Then, you came along

You were lost...

In a world where you weren't wanted...

And I finally saw my mistakes...

Bein, I will help you find that one

Who will help you find yourself...

Even if he finds out...

And the world chases after us...

Hopefully the one person who knows all

Will be following us too...

......

It seems I cannot help you for long, my little brother

As I am charged to swing the axe

Upon your head

But, oh, little brother....

I will try from beyond this masquerade

To find the end of this terror

Between our species....

Part 2: The W___P___ O__

I-I didn't mean to!

Your purple eyes are wide

With the fear I feel swirling

In the pit of my stomach

I see the effects of my bottled fear

And know if you forgive me

It will be all too soon...

~!1 f@c3 my n194tm@r3$ t0d@y (The words are smudged and almost indistinguishable... You read on...)

Part 3: Homecoming

I cannot help but feel

The weight of this accursed war

On my guilty shoulders...

Now I see the truth of the matter

It was never you, Bein...

It had never been you...

I cannot move back

But only move forward

And though my nightmares plague me deeply

And I worry for my 10_3 @^6 fr13^6$

It is time to end this

The fire grows inside me

I face it

Tinged with fear

Heavy with guilt

But not willing to run away any longer...

The name is splattered in blood, and isn't easy to read. It might be.... Prince....Horace?

No, that didn't look right... Prince....Hor-

"Prince Horacio..." The women are back, their looks softened as the short-haired lady brings forth a large, elaborate book. Just looking at it makes the back of your neck tingle...

"If you want to know more about the man who wrote in that journal, then we have a tale to tell you..." The long haired lady says as she gestures for you to sit in the chair across from them. You take the seat, getting comfortable as the two sit down.

"Well, it all started with a war...."

There's a few loose pages in the back of the journal, smudged and well-used. It's hand-written as well in that cursive like the rest...

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I drove for miles just to find you and find myself

All these screams, all these voices in my head

You gave me strength, gave me hope for a lifetime

I never was satisfied

This time won't you save me?

This time won't you save me?

Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up

It's not your fault I'm a bitch, I'm a monster

Yes I'm a beast and I feast when I conquer

But I'm alone on my throne, all these witches

I came this way all this way just to say

This time won't you save me?

This time won't you save me?

Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up