[Recording begins]
This is Hunter Dredgen Yor. I believe that, as a human, these are my last words. [laughs] Ironic isn’t it. I miss those two words… It has been so long since my Thorn has been a rose. Even now, I can blame no one but myself.
I record this message in a rare moment of clarity. I can feel my Thorn feeding on my feeble Light. It whispers to me… [silence]. It wants me to give in to it. And I believe that this time, I may listen to it. I have been more Dark than Light for some time now, and I weaken. I have fought this thing for years, to little effect. I have fed Thorn with Light and blood aplenty, and in return it has given me nothing but sorrow and ruin. Even now my only blood relative hunts me. I deserve it.
Choices are crossroads of destiny, and I myself chose the wrong roads. The first wrong turn began beneath the surface of the moon, back when my rose was still in full bloom. Back when I still thought my name was Jaren.
Deep below the Moon’s surface, I was exploring with my partner, Padan Yur. She was a warlock, and she was just as beautiful as she was deadly. I loved her. We ran into the midst of a Hive ritual in which Wizards enchanting a Knight who lay in a pool of darkness. They turned on us and attacked. We killed them all, but in the fight Padan was injured. [sob][silence]
[deep breaths] Padan died In the dark, covered in her own blood and Hive ichor. It. Broke. Me. I make no excuses, and I own my choice. As I wept and held Padan, who had grown cold in my arms, I began to hear a whispering. It spoke to me comfortingly. This was not the fault of the Hive, it said. This was my fault, it told me. It said I was to blame because I was not strong enough to protect her. [silence] And then it said that it could make me stronger. It would make me strong enough that this would never happen again. Think of all the good I could do, it said. And, half crazy with grief, I listened. That day I dipped Last Word into the pool of Darkness that the dead Knight lay in. On that day my lovely rose began to wilt…
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More please
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if you look on the grimoire padan was a dude and a hunter.......
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so eloquently written my heart fluttered guardian
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Lol thanks man. I wrote another one about Kabr of you want to read it
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already read that , got me right in the feels you know what, I'll actually go read it again do you write professionally? if not you certainly should look into it, you've got the talent
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Amd thanks for that
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I've certainly given it some thought!
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When's your next fanfic going to drop ?:3
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Maybe Monday.
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This is fantastic, good work, I had similar thoughts reading those grimoire that they were the same gun. Only, I got the impression that Jaren Ward and Dredgen Yor were pre-city age, therefore the Guardians hadn't yet travelled to the moon as they were still scratching around earth just to survive? And who is Shin Malphur in relation to these characters who also wielded The Last Word?
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Thanks for the appreciation though! I did one about Kabr too
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The impression i got from the cards was that jaren and dredgen were one and the same. I think shin is the little kid jaren meets, and the kid grows up and has to kill him
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So, in the Grimoire 'Ghost Fragment: The Last Word', where it says "Until two men entered my world. One a light. The other the darkest shadow I would ever know." The Kid was actually referring to both Jaren Ward and Dredgen Yor, being the same person, but also separating the two. Could it also be assumed then that Jaren Ward took over in Palamon and was somehow consumed by the same darkness that had corrupted Magistrate Loken so drastically?
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Yeah i think so. It's hard to know for certain. It's so cryptic in the Grimoure. I assumed so and that's how i wrote the story lol. I got more to write on it though