Simon's lullaby.

2 days ago

Simon's lullaby.

I returned. I don’t know why. I’m surprised this world still exists. Broken, shattered, corrupt memories cloud my mind. Why did I come back?

I can see the spirits; they are mad at me: mad at my curse. All the spirits, lost in fire, came to greet me with an eerie, stone cold silence. I was, and am, sorry, but no way to express it.

Being a Celestrian is sometimes a curse. I can see the spirits that I couldn’t save, nor can I guide them to a better place. They linger. Living beside the dark flames.

My old party of four, including me, was my life. I thought we would last forever.

Last thing we fought was this… spider thing. Can’t remember anymore; it’s been a lot more than two months ago. That’s for damn sure.

It was massive, which we could have dealt with easily… if that didn’t happen. An Alter appeared after it buried itself, and before anyone could act… it happened.

Villages destroyed. Families broken. Most people, who survived at least, became puppets to this outbreak of flames. No one could run. I survived from pure miracle.

Dan stood in front of me. Smiled with warmth. He is one of the only spirits who weren’t mad. He just stared at me with a form of admiration and encouragement.

I couldn’t bare it. The memories. The memories flushed in, and clouded all reasoning. The stress made me feel like my right eye is fogging with darkness, though it wasn't literally. The eye of reasoning was closing. Reason doesn’t exist. Dan stood there, but did nothing. He can’t do anything.

I fell. Collapsed from the lack of clearness and reasoning in my head. families, people, innocent people. I couldn’t save them. I couldn't protect them. I couldn't steer them away from their fate. From their graves under the rubble of the hellscape. Death’s Flame ruined everyone. Death’s Flame ruined nature. It ruined this world.

It ruined me…

Cursed hell.

It’s stuck with me

As a sore reminder

Of my world before

My world fell apart.

Leaving me

with a broken soul after.

I returned. Up to my feet.

I turned away, and started leaving the hellscape behind.

Leaving the journey down memory lane until a more stable day.

I left my journal next to my rubble. A copy obviously; i hoard stuff;