Author's Note

Sorry for the long haul, here you go.

alone.

....and another.

3 weeks.

19 crosses.

lines.

segments? fuck it.

by this point, the wall had been half full.

my hooves, sore.

broken, even.

that also got me thinking.

it wasn’t a good thought of course. but i had to:

what about the castle?

who is taking care of it? who will be my replacement? had there been a replacement?

or the hole is still empty?

most of all, where is my saviour?

a vanguard is the most important person. taking in the front lines. no, being the grand meaning front of front liners.

when a vanguard goes, they go.

where the vanguard goes, they go.

what now? where’s the proof?

we play an important role in the castle. us 6 will help rule the nation, protecting it from imminent doom.

changelings.

sombra.

Nightmare herself.

the queen of deception.

the chaos god.

what more?

nobody ever helped.

we never needed help.

but now, we do.

i do.

it never came.

was it destiny?

fate?

death itself?

whatever it is, i accept my fate.

my fate of the last of my days.

who knew that i would rot to hell inside here.

on that fact, who knew that of all the mischief we had to go through, this is where we fall.

who ever knew?

i didn’t, and neither no one.

was it all due to our destiny’s removal?

meaning, our fate and victory has been to that all along?

...

that’s...

true.

no doubt about it.

if we can survive everything, from discarded gods, to a whole nation’s army,

but not a small prison made to break a person’s will?

and how the hell did they fall for it?

words cannot describe it.

it can only measure.

disgrace,

disgust,

hatred,

malicious,

forgiveness.