Hope and Sadness

I look at you with hope and you look at me with sadness, said Akira to Seronn. A man endures what a beast walks through with a smile. And a god? she asked him. He loses all hope, he said to her and smiled. Yintir flew to his hands. But a god cannot rest even if he loses hope. He fights off evil and darkness even when does not want to do. He chooses morality every single time. As he uttered the words, the sun came blazing out. "You are worthy," she whispered in shock to Seronn. But how? asked Seronn. After all the crimes I have committed. That is what makes you a god, she said. Because you can be good even after going through all the darkness, she she said. The shine of Yintir went down as the sun too vanished. Zeus will die anytime now, he uttered.

The next day, war began at the break of light.

More blood spill, more lives lost. The hylin fought with all their might and so did the dwarves. The gods fought among themselves and yet Archimedes stood the tallest. He had broken Hekios's bones by then and left him for dead. Inti ran away at the sight of Archimedes. The powerful dwarves took on the dark army along with the elves. Seronn hit the dark lord with Yintir. How are you worthy? shouted the dark lord. After all these centuries, you are the one worthy. How? He asked again as Seronn struck him with a huge blow again. I don't know, replied Seronn. The dark lord got up and retreated with the dark dragon. Reya followed him with the dragon. The fire breather was stopped by Agrin. Not today, he said to her.

Again, after a day of bloodshed. The war was called for the day. Everyone retreated. Borgin was heavily injured but he would survive. Tiberius had a scar on his face and Rhyvin had an arm severed. Helios would not return again!

That night Archimedes, Seronn, Plato, Constantine and Thronir sat besides the fire. Too much bloodshed, said Plato. Sometimes it is needed, said Seronn. Too many dwarves have lost their lives, said Thronir. War is something we all must endure, one that we have endured a thousand times times, he said. One that we will endure a thousand more times, he said. He spoke like a true warrior. A good of war, said Constantine. What did you say? asked Archimedes. I said you were a god of war, said Constantine. Nothing fazes a warrior, said Constantine. Not bloodshed, not dragons, not eveil

Lords. He stands up to every challenge, fights every man that stands before him. He never gets tired, he never looks back at the fallen. He raises his sword and he fights. He fights and he fights till there is nothing left to give. And then he fights some more, he said. Plato could not help but smile at the words of the much younger Constantine. You have read upon your myths and lore, he said to him. I'am experiencing it right before my eyes, he said. We are all warriors and heroes here, said Archimedes. Not me, I could never be a hero. I could never be like Plato, he said. I was meant to be behind a desk, he said. But here you are, said Plato. In the midst of a war, he said looking at Constantine with pride as a master would look at his student. But Constantine was not impressed, he wanted to do more with his life. It does not matter how your life began or how well you lived, said Seronn. All that matters is how it ends. Do you go with fear or do you go with courage with swords in your hands swinging at the enemy. All that really matters is do you die fighting for what you really believe in, said Seronn. All of life could be said of that, said Thronir. You may live a hundred years, a thousand maybe. But all that really matters is the last few seconds of your life, he said. Your whole life is preparing you for that moment, said Thronir. And then? asked Constantine with curious eyes. And then you sail away to a land far away, with memories of the people who you thought about it in the last seconds, he said. And then? asked Constantine. And then if you are lucky they join you when their comes, he said. Constantine started at the fire with fire in his eyes!

Plato wanted to lighten up the mood. What are you thinking about master of darkness? he joked. Constantine could not help but laugh. He was taken back to his childhood. Yes, what am I to worry about! He joked. I'am a master of darkness, just like you, he said! Thronir was confused. You are not masters of darkness, I'am! he boasted.

The two of them started to laugh out loudly.