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Three vapours of breath could be seen If approaching the cemetery on a frigid morning. Dark, heavy clouds in the sky Over the statues of angels portrayed in mourning. In the crypt of The Chosen Ones, By the tombs of The Ones Once Came; Stood three in heated argument, Nothing, All and Fallen-One their names.
The argument was simply this: "The Fallen-One was given to me." Nothing said this--quite clearly; He was simply stating fact and decree. Fallen-One was his charge; And he hadn't set Fallen free... All was furious at this insistence. He had to make Nothing see, That The FallenOne must be returned; He saved the weak--regardless the cost. A limited freedom had been promised. Who else saves the ones thought lost?
All said, "Nothing, let me show you this..." Showing him ones thought to be forgotten. He showed him the deeds Fallen had done; He showed lessons that Fallen had taught them. All said, "Not all are lost, some can be saved; There must be balance, I'm losing the fight. I need my champion and his Blade of Rage. I need his will, his fight, his might. Many unlucky are falling to you. You reap plenty with more to come. I don't need your horde, I just need the one. Give me that One and this argument is done!"
Nothing pondered this, his thoughts ran deep. Would the Fallen-One's freedom cause upheaval? If he wouldn't help to balance this fight Would his refusal then side with the evil?
Now Fallen was quiet listening to these two, But his patience was starting to wear. He had to return to the world of pain To show the lost that someone still cared. He stepped forth and interrupted the silence! His voice filled with conviction and purpose. He said, " there is only one able to balance this fight; I must swiftly return to the surface. There's a lonely girl crying and cutting; Slicing her pain away with a knife. There's a drunk and frustrated husband Coming home to blindly beat his wife. There's a boy getting hit by his parents. There's a girl swallowing death with pills. Another child forced into paid sex By a wicked man looking for thrills. There's the workforce sold off the boats; All kinds of drugs coming through the borders; Children with no food or homes, Suffering from all kinds of disorders. While you stand and argue about possession, Many are quickly losing the fight. I've solemnly sworn and I'm battleborn, Let me go forth and make the wrongs right!"