Accursed Heritage
[Thou shall perish like the Tarnished…] [I Have Made The Foolish Mistake Of Trusting A Tarnished…] [Oh, Foul Tarnished…] *** An orphan by the name of June found himself swept into the wretches of the Ark, a magical world that connected its existence to the world from which he came… the Mortal Realm. Realizing he was a dead man, he accepted his fate… only, his fate turned out to be drastically different than what he had expected. In fact, it offered him an opportunity to live, something he thought wasn’t possible. But with such an opportunity, came a cost, and his… well, was a dark one.
A Grasp Away
It didn't take them long at all to arrive at the very top. They had passed a few places before doing so, but none that were noteworthy.
"Woah…"
June whistled, realizing just how high up they were as the blustery wind caressed his face.
Walking out of a single door, he made his way forward. Then, casually, he leaned over the intricate parapet, gazing out into the distant view. His heart felt heavy at that moment.
Compared to the forlorn and depressed atmosphere below the fog, up here felt… peaceful — dreamy, even. It was as if he was simply floating through a blissful space without having to deal with any creatures or obstacles anymore. He was free. There were no haunting whispers, no dark waters, no enemies, and no problems.
June instinctively closed his eyes, taking in the breath of fresh air.