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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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Not The Only One

Apollo took a deep breath, watching as the wave of lightning rushed out. The last of the meteors had collided with the ground, leaving only lingering rumbling sounds.

As the wave of lightning passed by the people, it made them seize up.

The battle that Leon was engaged with seemed to stop as the people involved all turned to Apollo.

Leon stared passively.

Under his gaze, Apollo slowly floated up before flying towards him. Lightning began to flow around his body, almost like a snake.

Leon continued to watch, but decided to wait instead of doing anything else.

After what seemed like a decade, Apollo had made it to the pillar that Leon was standing on, and landed on the other side. They were quite high up. From here, everything else looked quite small.

Upon landing, Leon was the first to speak.

"It seems you have surpassed your crown, like me."

Apollo looked at him directly.