Drachenblut

"And I see fire, hollowing souls. I see fire, blood in the breeze and I hope that you'll remember me. Oh, should my people fall then surely I'll do the same." 

"I haven’t been around lately but in all honesty, it’s been really lonely lately." Wu Fan tries to offer a smile before clearing his throat, rubbing the back of his neck before hurriedly slipping his hand into his pocket as if trying to badly play off the motion. "I’m, err, technically just a college student. A really bad one, but I try. Sometimes." A small chuckle leaves his lips. "But I have a secret that I’m not really good at keeping either. It’s not really a secret anymore, I suppose since half the school knows already so I might be able to turn into a dragon but no big deal." His shoulders rise and fall lazily, tilting his head, his dyed blonde hair falling int his eyes before he brushes it away. "I apologize for not being a terribly interesting person but I don’t mind making new friends. I can’t cook for you or anything like that but I don’t think my sense of humor is that bad?" He offers a smile that shows too much of his gums and teeth to be truly considered handsome but it’s genuine at the least. "Help me out? I’d like to meet a lot of people and uh, I can’t promise anything but I’ll try to think of a way to repay you if you do." 

"We are," those words came with difficulty. A weakness that she had tried to deny herself had suddenly risen to the surface. Many members of the Good were strung along with something intangible, but it was entities such as hope that were quickly diminished in the face of despair. That was why it was important to somewhat deny that they were in a tight spot of cluelessness, nothing substantial possessed and whatever they did have crumbling in their hands. Grief was too powerful an enemy.

"…but it’s the only thing we have. Hope, I mean," Red admitted after a brief pause, eyes casting a glance at her hands. Confessing to herself that the aimless fog her companion referred to could be compared to a hopeful mist, she recalled the origins of some callouses. Exposing people to the harsh reality of their status could easily lose them valuable members like it had prior, and the Good were already walking a tightrope of struggle as it was.

The girl had never been an extremely perceptive one regarding humans (for her expertise laid in wild animals that she studied for the hunt), but she had been in the alliance long enough to sense what motives laid within, an ulterior desperation threatening to burst a thin film of serenity. For a while, her role as messenger had stopped her from truly analyzing what it was she passed between members; it was after decades upon decades of war that she understood by instinct. A report of any kind, from Garrick or another information teller within, would boost a quickly depleting morale. Red figured, among the obvious lack of information, that this was what their superiors truly sought: a reason to go on. Even the most valiant of heroes had their moments of exhaustion and bleakness. This thought made the smile on her face wilt a bit.

Ruby’s words echoed and bounced off the corners of his mind, creating a repetitive and hushed sound that sent his thoughts into disarray. “…but it’s the only thing we have. Hope, I mean”. As much as the dragon blood wanted to believe the messenger’s words, there was something inside of him that firmly thought the contrary. Whenever the man’s eyes deeply bore into another’s, he did not see hope. Hope had lost its place within the hearts and spirits of those who were fortunate enough to escape the devastation and occupation of their motherland at the hands of the Adversary, leaving nothing but a sense of despair and disillusionment that crippled their resolve. In their eyes the warrior saw an ever growing void that ate away at their will to rise again and defy their oppressors; he saw broken spirits. No…this was not the working of hope.

“There is a difference between hoping and resigning to one’s own fate”. The man ran his fingers along the strong curvature of his jaw, wondering if their fate had been resigned to meeting and gathering in secrecy to discuss the state of mind and morale of their troops. As much as discerning the enemy’s next steps were vital to conjuring counter measures and effectively planning their movement, Garrick easily concluded that they would hardly succeed in achieving anything so long as the men and women fighting this war did not have purpose.

“Ruby, “ his tone had become solemn, underlining the magnitude of the situation at hand. “Have you gazed into the eyes of our brother and sister-in-arms and seen the slightest glimmer of hope? That is not hope you see, that is survival”. Perhaps it was a little difficult to understand when one used the concept of surviving as an opposite to hope or hoping. “No longer are we fighting or hoping, we are merely surviving – that is our greatest weakness at this point in time. If we intend to make a stand and battle those who have oppressed our people, I fear that we will be sending weary souls and broken spirits to the slaughter”. The German paused for a long moment, tongue momentarily darting out to wet his dried lips until he slowly straightened his posture, adopting a more dignified and strong stance. “Hope is what we need the most right now…We need to give them purpose again. Only then will we be able to retaliate and stand a fighting chance against our enemies”.

YEP I  missed it.

I’m still working on it.

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