Plans… what good do they do? Perhaps there was a way to follow them perfectly, but in this world there was not. A man sat upon one of the many roofs in Cliffsin and looked down at how a young, cloaked figure had reacted to the appearance of a strange noble, he knew all too well that plans didn’t mean shit.
The man was clad in a black coat with a tall collar and a hat to suit. The man also brought with him a suitcase that soon disappeared as he jumped down from the building. No one exclaimed at the man falling as most didn’t even know he was there.
There were of course beings who knew, and of those that did only one cared. The man set off in the direction of exactly that being.
The woods behind the barony’s main manor were the place of many secrets, most already explored. The man returned to a shrine that he had visited only recently, and he looked at the obelisk that sat in the centre of the circular clearing.
“Care to explain?”
Whereas the obelisk had always been calm, answering, today it finally stirred. The voice that came out was young, yet aged… it was an odd feeling, as if sound was different, but something was making you hear a young voice.
“You do not belong, you do not exist, you never have.”
“Yes, yes, so you finally noticed. You know, my lord wanted me to be far more surprised, angry, you know, I didn’t quite feel like it, then I realised that too was the will of my lord.”
The obelisk remained in silence as if it were rolling its eyes at the man.
“you cannot stop me.”
“I don’t intend to, but you see, I won’t let you live. EVERY time that this wonderful little paradise of yours has stabilized you FUCK IT UP. EVERY TIME! Oho, perhaps I am a little angry, my bad. anyway, you have actively ruined not only your own plans, but mine, my lords and consequently that ones.”
“Is it not your fault that I had to make such changes? No sane mind could see such a dangerous variable and just leave them be. I am sure we both know whats on the line.”
“ah, you blame me, a pity that you continue to be so shortsighted. Even when I act in accordance with your plans you seek to remove me… well I guess I can tell you a little something. that first plan you were following was given to you by my lord, and graciously my lord let you change it, again and again. but that is not to say that my lord was ever happy with your changes, particularly this last one has crossed the line and it seems you will be removed.”
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“who does YOUR LORD think they are to dare claim my plans to revive MY LORD as their own.”
“of course you would say that, I guess this was the sign to kill you since you are no longer of any value or even interest. Though as my last mercy… oh wait, I don’t have such a thing.”
The man walked away from the clearing, the obelisk did not call out, it did not scream. The man turned back to look at the clearing and saw the guardians that once surrounded the obelisk still standing there, but the obelisk was long gone, like it had never been there.
The man had no remorse for the obelisk, but he did lament.
“a pity that in this grand play I can’t play such a character anymore. There is of course the scene where I save the princess locked away in the tower, but that is all too cliché. This forlorn general, he had depth, he had feel… oh well, I guess I might as well finish cleaning up the old cast and prepare for act 2.
The man then set off for the manor, it didn’t take long of course but he arrived just as the noble he had seen earlier was leaving.
The man gave a little chuckle and muttered a thanks before appearing on the roof of the manor. the man then disappeared from the roof and slipped in through a window eventually snaking his way to the baroness.
As the man approached the baroness the light in the room dimmed to a pitch blackness. Seeing this the baroness wore her surprise on her face, but the man relished it and called out to the darkness.
“ah, so you are getting desperate. You aren’t in on all of this, you have to guess which of the many evils is the lesser, but poor little you knows neither side is any good. don’t worry, I’ll deal with you later… now for you my lady.”
The man grabbed the shoulder of the baroness and with a rough pull he seemed to take something from her. The baroness went limp and fell to the floor but not too long after the body rose again and the baroness returned, her eyes empty and dull. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that the baroness was now a completely different person, the one driving had been swapped.
Strangely enough the darkness still pervaded the area, but soon stars broke through the darkness. The man laughed at this, he smiled, a grand, toothy smile. A glint of silver emanated from the man and the sky seemed to quiver ridding it of all the stars but one. That one star was special, but that was a story for another time.
Now free of bothersome interference the man looked to the darkness again.
“the chains that bind you are much like the ones that once bound me. play your role and the worst that can happen is that you finally reunite with your god. now bugger off, I have a fair few things to clean up before tomorrow. Act. 2. Will be the death of happiness and the birth of a legend.
The darkness didn’t seem to understand the man, but it subsided either way. The man soon did the same and left the room to be filled by the light of the nosy sun.
