Chapter 81: = Tears of a God

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Chapter 81: = Tears of a God

Chapter 81

Tears of a God

Snow kissed the gentle dirt repeatedly, snowflakes pooling into hills and mountains, and melting under the pressure of rotted feet and boots on the other end, forming rivers and ponds and streams. Wall stood like a barrier between two antithetical worlds, two opposites, two inevitabilities in the unending story of reality. The sky above remained ashen, and whether it was day or night, nary a ray of sun burned through. Dark, instead, reign. And invisible muses sang the song of the windslow and harrowing, cascading through the open doors and windows.

There was no silence to behold the moment; the world was swallowed in the season, in the cold, in the wet of the winter. On one end stood the living, braving the fears, and on the other stood the dead. It was a sea. A flood. A number that left everyone stunnedSylas especially. The rows encompassed the entire northern walls, tens of thousands only of the visible ones. The dead never ended, and they never began. They were all and everything. Untouched.

He instinctively grabbed onto the stoned wall, cupping a handful of snow. His brain didnt even register the chill and the cold of his fingersinstead, it was too busy losing reason and hope.

What what in the Gods name is this? Valen mumbled helplessly.

this is not normal, Derrek, similarly, shuddered and shivered and stuttered in disbelief.

Indeed, it is not," a childish, yet choral voice drew attention to himself. Iun climbed on top of the wall and glanced to the other end, inspecting the dead. "I am afraid your home has been Marked.

M-marked? Sylas quizzed.

As new grounds for the building of the Well, Iun said. All the dead here shall give birth to it.

! Sylas eyes widened in horror, the chill of his soul far eclipsing that of the winter.

You neednt have told them that, a voice broke from within the ranks of the dead as a cloaked and hooded figure, hunched unhealthily, stepped forward, supported by a wooden, crow-headed cane. You will kill their spirits, Iun.

your protection will not be eternal, Ghost, Iun spat out. And when it ends, I shall rip your spine out personally.

He he he, the figure laughed strangely. Always a pleasure. But, I plead thee leave now. We wouldnt want any misunderstandings to occur, would we now?

Iun turned toward Sylas and Valen before sighing. Good luck, little humans. The boy suddenly melted like a chunk of ice into a body of water and disappeared, as though he was never there.

Good, the figure said, turning around and walking back toward the ranks of the dead. Now that the nuisances are gone Chan-te gakaa benum

As the voice faded like a distant whisper of a dying man, through the belting winds came roars of the deadroars the shook the world. All eyes grew alight, as from within the ranks of the dead, over twenty pulsating figures came rushing out. Sylas recognized them immediatelyas did Derrekbut only the latter responded in kind.

EVERYONE, GET OFF THE WALLS!!!! however, even his loudest, throat-burning shout barely reached anyone. And those few that it did, stood about confused, unsure as to why.

I know who you are, she said.

Oh? Im famous? Hhow flattering.

why are you here? she quizzed. Celebrating on your own?

Hoh? You thinkyou think this is me celebrating? Sylas crackled in laughter, startling the woman for a moment. Celebrating, she says, ha ha ha ha das a good one. Good one, I tell ya. No, no, fraid Im not celebrating. Im mourning.

Mourning what? she quizzed. Even drunk, Sylas picked up on her rather thick and strange accentalmost a posh-like one, just even more pompous, so to say.

The death of mankind, he said, heaving the jug of wine up in the air. Dont tell anyone this, butI aint, I aint really a prophet, you know?

You dont say, the woman mumbled.

Instead, instead what I amis a looper? Aye, a looper. I die and then, and then I go back. Go back in time! Ha ha ha, can you believe it? Utterly insane, I know! Bah. I die and I die and I keep on dying and waking up in this fucking place, this fucking night, over and over and over again. And and its only just begun.

I died, recently, he continued, talking to himself more so than with her. Not just me. All of us, actually. We were at the castle. It was winter. Deep, deep snow. An attack. Another one. Heh. Another one. So many so many dead, he said, drinking some more. And then boom. Boom went the wall. And us with him. And I am I am tired. So, so, so tired. It has to be me. For everything. Theres only me. I have to figure out this. Figure out that. Find all the answers. And nowand now I need to learn how to stop an army of tens of thousands of dead. How to stop the castle from falling.

Bullshit! Fuckin bullshit! he yelled, deeply drunk by now. IIm not good at this crap! I, I mean, gimme some rich fuck, and IIIll get you some of is money, you know? Ill get you that. But, fuck, do I look like some hero who will save the world? I Im trying, goddammit! But this world this fuckin world of yours just wont chill!

you sound like you need a hug, her voice still somehow managed to pierce into her psyche.

A hug? No, no, what I need is a nuclear fuckin bomb to deal with that army, Sylas said, sighing. Im just so tired. So, so, so tired

Even so, she said, the sound of her boots beating against the snow drawing closer as she crouched in front of him. You shouldnt sleep in the snow. You could die.

can I tell you something? Like, honestly, the woman drew back slightly at the stench of his breath, but still nodded. Sometimes sometimes, II wish I could.

life is precious, she said. We need to hold onto it. Come on. Take my hand. Ill escort you to your tent.

Whatd you say your name was? Sylas asked, hardly aware of what was happening.

I didnt, she replied, tossing his arm over her shoulder and slowly dragging him to the camp. Steady, steady! Just hold onto me!

youre good, he mumbled, falling asleep. A whole lot of you are good. Valen. Tenner. Ryne. Even that handsome fuck Derrek is good. Why? Why are you all good?! If if you were evil scums, I could have left. I could have gone away. Washed my hands of you lot. I could have I could have escaped this hell Sylas fell asleep, his mind dazed and adrift, uncertain. For the first time in a long while, he slept peacefully, as though cradled within the arms that banished all his demons. He slept and he rested, blooming like a flower in the dawn.