The Heart of Titania
The Redeemed left scornful, disillusion eternal. The Savage strode down the halls, thirsting for alcohol.
And the Hero bore it all, the weight of the stars. The chains of the past. The memories, the marks.
A savior to one was all that he had hoped, and he stood there, his abandonment his to atone.
Lights shuttered. One by one. Stars gave their last spark. Singers gave their last heart. The monarchs witnessed, and then they too chose to depart.
Silence. Tragic. Darkness. Pathetic.
"Did you not fucking hear me?
Piss off. From my past be free."
A Pillar rose, dark and dissonant. An Atlas constructed, upholding a soul too considerate.
The Damsel knew, the Devil was her truth. Twas enough then, that her friend sought to sooth.
She found her salvation in his act. She cared not for after the fact.
So in this grave she stays, and past heavens she'll raise.
The sky collapsed, covering the stage. Blanketing the dead, and those who chose to remain.
But past the sky, standing above starry ruins, stands the Hero still,
bathed in the spotlight's glow.
[CURTAINS CLOSE. CURTAINS CALL.]
Applause fell like a summer storm upon the open-air theater that the grand play was held. Some high-browed folks may have disdained the barbaric attitudes of the audience, may have thought crude the violent progression of the story, but was violence not at the essence of all the stories of the Starcalled? For Immortals that treated combat as entertainment, such a play would fit them more than any tragedy, any comedy, any history. And so, the applause continued. And so, the actors bowed. Kamala and Moonsong were bequeathed with confessions of love and (unworn) panties. Celestine received more than a fair share of illusory displays. Chrys stood, with half the male audience wanting to punch him in the face and the other half nodding sagely at the solitude of heroism.
And Titania, of course, performed her last act with a curtsy and a smile, one to light up the dusk that had fallen upon the city. Petals fell like a summer's song, pulled by gentle breezes to all corners of the bustling city, drifting, drifting, drifting...
To the alleyways that Magi stalked.
And to the plaque that
another sought.
...
"Mmm, that was fun! But to think that the real heroes of that fight have almost all been disposed of by now..."
"Ahh...what I'd do to watch such an epilogue~"
