;{♠} With every small step on one’s path the inevitable end was coming closer – watching and patiently waiting until each individual was not able to continue walking anymore. But even though the death was always gently smiling and yet merciless, it was everyone’s task to withstand its silent embrace. A true warrior did never falter; did never run away once they saw the fatherly shadow of darkness coming closer to give him the last, honorable kiss of death. This had been always Lon’qu’s principles once he had risen up from the dirty ground, challenging his own fate and trying to overcome his weakness. He had been once a boy, unable to properly wield a sword and protect someone he truly loved – but this was long forgotten in the past. The memories gave him strength; the legacy of the sacrifice of the person he loved gave him the will to encounter his fate even now after so many years. He had become strong enough. Strong enough to finally call himself a warrior in his heart. [ But even in his heart were still traces of fear left . ] No one could make this fear disappear – and certainly this fear would be able to shatter his soul into million pieces. --- He had once lost an important person – he could not bear another loss. Yet even these thoughts were slowly slipping away from his mind, filling his already broken heart with empty nothingness. These empty spots could never be filled again. The raven-haired slowly started to realize that once again he had failed – that another person had silently faded away. Lissa had died… It had been his task to protect her – it had been him who was supposed to be dying once the reaper was following them. And still, he was alive. How could he forgive himself after failing twice? In the end his strength meant truly nothing. It had been his forbidden arrogance who had killed Lissa – his pathetic belief that he had been suitable enough to protect her from so many Risen. His techniques were flawless, his strength was remarkable and he was certainly fast enough; but he had forgotten to give up his own pride for her sake. When he finally retreated it had been almost too late - and although he was barely wounded a life would end very soon. What kind of excuse could he bring up to tell her brother that he had failed? That he had been mistaken?Lon’qu was no longer worthy of the title of the warrior since his heart was already pitch-black and cursed by the everlasting fear. The man could still remember how her small body slowly started to become colder as he carried her back to the camp – how her breaths became shorter. And the fear within her innocent eyes and her silent screams would also haunt him forever until he died. His fate had been playing with him – repeating this horrifying scene of his childhood once again. Tell me… Why have you sacrificed yourself for someone like me? Lissa… Ke’ri. No words had left his lips as she had been watching him, near to death. His mind had been cloudy back then, filled with fear and guilt. And then they simply took her away from him, not allowing her anymore to speak with him as she peacefully died with her brother at her side. He didn’t know if she had spoken to her brother before she left this world – but he also didn’t want to know it. Her sacrifice was better left unknown or it would only cause even more pain. His cold but empty brown eyes were silently watching the pain in Chrom’s face as he told him about it – suffering inwardly that he was not even able to comfort him right now. --- It had been his fault. The sharp pain inside his chest was swelling, taking control over his own body yet he couldn’t allow himself to show these emotions right in front of the other man. The guilt slowly suffocated him until only one silent tear left his right eye while his face stayed as emotionless as ever. No redemption, no forgiving for a sinner like him who had forgotten his own worth in life once again. Cursed he had no hope to find any love – because once he started to feel something for someone he would die. He was a pathetic warrior, doomed to walk his path alone while crying for forgiveness he will never receive.
