How can I open my eyes to look upon the world as I once did? If I leave them closed then everything will be as it was in my mind, before the long dark. I shuffle, place my feet firmly on the ground. Today was a beautiful day at Costa Commander Dragneel, ever watchful, smiling as I prepare myself to jump. The rocks below begin to ascend, surrounding me as I build my strength. “The enemy doesn’t wait for you Mirum!” the commander chuckles. I make the leap, shooting into the air. I fly so high, wind rushing against my face, washing over me in a cool wave. I can see all of Costa Del Sol. People from all over, I even see my friends. Suzuya Ju is hopping across the trees and rocks in a blur, cheering me on. “Go Mirum! Go Go Go! You can do this!”
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Each inch tugging a nerve sending waves of pain throughout my chest. How am I still alive? Just end it, Vassar. An energy unknown to me, something darker than I’ve ever felt before was forcing its way through my veins. I could feel it, like water pumping through my entire body. My senses were engulfed with the worst sensation, a burning, and I broke into a fit of convulsions. What is this?! My eyes break open as wide as they can possibly stretch. And there he was, Vassar the Nightmare Dragoon. His helmet half destroyed, his eyes bleeding the darkest of dragon energy, a crimson red. His mouth was moving but I could hear nothing, I scan the area around him seeing the world for the first time. Nothing, there was nothing but destruction. What was once Mor Dhona was now rubble. Thousands lie dead, scattered about the dilapidated structures that once stood defiantly. I could see that their light had gone, I could feel their sorrow emanating in the air. I was breathing death. Vassar was holding me up and moving me around like a ragdoll as if he were showcasing me to Eorzea. I gripped his Lance with as much strength as I could muster. I tried to pull it out but the more he moved me the deeper it went; the more pain I could feel. My hearing began funneling in, a whirlwind of sounds blasting my ears from all of my surroundings. I couldn’t block them out, but one voice echoed through my very …show more content…
“Look over there, new gridania, the shroud, gone forever.”
I couldn’t believe it; I could see all of Eorzea. Limsa completely washed away, Uldah engulfed by flames.
“VASSAR! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!” The words fell out of my mouth.
“He speaks?! How fortunate for me!” He laughed manically clinching me even tighter than before and then whispered. “Tell me Mirum, what are your thoughts on this? And by all means speak your mind.” Chills shot up my back, I could feel his breath leak down my neck, The dragon flame from his eyes in my peripherals.
“Your depraved, and a waste Vassar, a complete waste of who you could have been,” I said.
“Now, now, I asked what you thought of my beautiful new world. Not – He wrapped his arm around my neck and squeezed, I could hear my neck breaking – What you thought of me.” He spun me around to face him. “Look at what I’ve achieved Mirum, something no other dragoon could hope to do.” Two wings spread forth from his back, they looked familiar. It looked like patchwork, wings created from different pieces. It can’t be, how?
“You know Mirum, Primals really are quite filling!” He
Each inch tugging a nerve sending waves of pain throughout my chest. How am I still alive? Just end it, Vassar. An energy unknown to me, something darker than I’ve ever felt before was forcing its way through my veins. I could feel it, like water pumping through my entire body. My senses were engulfed with the worst sensation, a burning, and I broke into a fit of convulsions. What is this?! My eyes break open as wide as they can possibly stretch. And there he was, Vassar the Nightmare Dragoon. His helmet half destroyed, his eyes bleeding the darkest of dragon energy, a crimson red. His mouth was moving but I could hear nothing, I scan the area around him seeing the world for the first time. Nothing, there was nothing but destruction. What was once Mor Dhona was now rubble. Thousands lie dead, scattered about the dilapidated structures that once stood defiantly. I could see that their light had gone, I could feel their sorrow emanating in the air. I was breathing death. Vassar was holding me up and moving me around like a ragdoll as if he were showcasing me to Eorzea. I gripped his Lance with as much strength as I could muster. I tried to pull it out but the more he moved me the deeper it went; the more pain I could feel. My hearing began funneling in, a whirlwind of sounds blasting my ears from all of my surroundings. I couldn’t block them out, but one voice echoed through my very …show more content…
“Look over there, new gridania, the shroud, gone forever.”
I couldn’t believe it; I could see all of Eorzea. Limsa completely washed away, Uldah engulfed by flames.
“VASSAR! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!” The words fell out of my mouth.
“He speaks?! How fortunate for me!” He laughed manically clinching me even tighter than before and then whispered. “Tell me Mirum, what are your thoughts on this? And by all means speak your mind.” Chills shot up my back, I could feel his breath leak down my neck, The dragon flame from his eyes in my peripherals.
“Your depraved, and a waste Vassar, a complete waste of who you could have been,” I said.
“Now, now, I asked what you thought of my beautiful new world. Not – He wrapped his arm around my neck and squeezed, I could hear my neck breaking – What you thought of me.” He spun me around to face him. “Look at what I’ve achieved Mirum, something no other dragoon could hope to do.” Two wings spread forth from his back, they looked familiar. It looked like patchwork, wings created from different pieces. It can’t be, how?
“You know Mirum, Primals really are quite filling!” He