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Fidelious has a minion!

Nora the Snow Demon




Fidelious


The Custom Glacier Irion
Owner: Alphys

Age: 6 years, 9 months, 4 weeks

Born: February 16th, 2012

Adopted: 6 years, 9 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: February 16th, 2012

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics


  • Level: 4
     
  • Strength: 12
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 15
     
  • HP: 15/15
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


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I wish you were here...




I wish I could say I wasn’t always like this, but I have been. In a sense, I always have been.

It all started when my father died. I was seven, he was forty-three. My mother worked doubly hard to support us. It made her sick. And it killed her, too.

Having been orphaned at a young age, I saw life as nothing but waiting for death to arrive. It was madness to believe that there was a god who took care of us, of my parents. Of me. Those who took me in eventually got tired of my misery. He’s just too sad, they would say. I left them for their own sake.

I traveled alone. I slept in the streets. I rummaged for food. Why did my life turn this way? I was in hell.

In my dreams, I reunited with my parents, with the better times of the past. But I would wake with a start as I see it all freeze, almost as if saying they cannot be saved anymore.

One day, a scrawny face of a Harvester greeted me as I woke up. His cloak was tattered, reeking of all things dead and ungodly. He stared at me with bloodred eyes while his sceptre glinted as dawn broke. If this was what death looked like, I thought to myself, then let it come. At that point, my life was messed up. There was no hope for me and no reason for me to live.

“I heard…” The Harvester said, his voice like an ominous wind before a deadly storm. “...that you were sad.”

“On the contrary.” I said. This was a strange encounter, but I was caught up with my emotions. I didn’t think twice about engaging in a conversation. “I’m hopeless, I’m afraid, I’m angry. I’m a whole lot of other emotions. But I’m more deeply, pathetically especially sad.”

The Harvester laughed with a deep rumble of a storm.

“I also heard… that there is a beast… who can take away… your sadness.” He stopped, as if struggling to come up with words. “He can… take away your sadness…”

“Why should you think that I want to take away my sadness?”

“Because… it makes… you want… to die.”

I stared at him, still quite unsure whether or not this was real. He stared at me, unblinking with those crimson eyes. It’s true that I wanted to end my life. More than once, I’ve thought of ending it all. Call me a coward, but I’ve never been able to do it. If the Harvester told the truth, this beast could give me the peace I wanted.

“Where can I find this beast?”

“There…” He lifted his sceptre and pointed it towards the west. “High up in the mountains… lies the beast. You will hear his cries… and you will know where he abides. Go there… and your salvation… will come.”

Then, he lifted his scepter and in one swift stroke, brought it down to me.

Panting, I woke from my dream. It was all a dream. I looked towards the west, and felt as if my very being was drawn to the mountains. This might all be a gamble, a risk. But I had to try.

The journey was a long one. Not a night went by that I did not have the same recurring dream. The Harvester’s words would linger in my mind as I woke up sweating.

You want to die.

Your salvation will come.

Visions from the past would come rushing down me, and I would cry. But most of the day, I felt hollow. I felt how pointless it all seemed. But this beast gave me the will to move.

On the day I arrived at the peak, I heard a deep rumble come from within a cave. It was pitch black inside, but I knew it was in there that I should enter. A cold breeze passed that made me shiver.

“Hello?” My voice was small but it was seemingly large as it echoed within the cave. “Is there a beast here?”

I waited for several seconds. Then minutes. Was there really a beast? Was I really stupid enough to believe the hopes of a dream? I decided on leaving. The mountains never seemed so wonderful, so beautiful… to jump off from. The feeling of falling without minding what would happen next.

Just then, a voice spoke softly, gently.

“Why… have you come here?” It was a sweet breeze that swept through rolling hills.

“I want to take away my sadness.”

“As all do…”

“Can you take away my sadness?”

“That… I can do… for a price.”

It seemed silly, talking to someone who wasn’t there. But I was certain it was the beast the Harvester told me about in my dreams. He didn’t mention anything about a price.

“What do you want?”

“I want… to live…”

I did not comprehend what he meant. But, blinded by my desire to take away my sadness, I foolishly agreed. Not once did I stop to consider the consequences of my actions. I was desperate. I was sad.

“I’ll do anything.”

And at once, a shining light burst through the pitch black. Hundreds of memories, of visions, of moments -- all went by in one confusing blur. I felt something sucked out of me and I saw sadness, suffering, and misery all bunched up in an ugly fog around me. In a brief moment, all the negativity escaped me and all I could feel was pure bliss.

A deep rumble of a laugh, an almost too familiar sound, reverberated in my ears.

“You fool!”

Suddenly, what seemed like ten tonnes of weight were put on my shoulders. All I could do was cry out in pain. What utter delight I felt just a few seconds ago turned bitter and dismal.

“What you are experiencing now is agony, guilt, regret… all the feelings that no one wants to feel. All of those feelings, passed on to you…”

“Why?” I couldn’t breathe. It was all at once an electrifying shock, a ceaseless throbbing, an explosive fire.

“Why would anyone want to forget about their happy moments? Why would anyone want to remember the shame, the embarrassment, the hopelessness of it all?”

“Make it stop.”

The pain stopped.

“Hardly anyone realizes that all the pain and suffering are precisely what makes life… life. They only want to better end of the spectrum. It’s a shame.”

With a shock, I found the old Harvester looking down at my body scrawled on the cavefloor. He looked almost brand new, with his cloak all patched up and his eyes a seemingly peaceful crimson glow.

“Thank you for heeding my call. Now, I must go. The beast… is free.”





So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?


Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.




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