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[Jairus Starvald]

It meant exile into the abyss itself- there were the unworthy lived and were tormented night and day.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

By the elitist crowd that held no love for those who weren't as shiny as themselves.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Time and time again he found himself twitching away in reflex

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Anytime the storm lit up the sky with lightning and thunder

 

[Jairus Starvald]

The Gods, he though to himself. They must be displeased by something... someone.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

In the distance a bright-lit trail ran through the sky, before a gargantuan explosion rocketed the scene.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

The man looked up, brows furrowed in thought and wonder.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Part of him wished to care, part of him did not know if he should.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

The greater part looked down at his works, so many sentences etched down into the stone tablets that littered this field.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

None among him now, no. Too busy they were... enjoying the holy brands of characterization already.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

This was his answer. He knew.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

His cudgel snapped under the force of pressure his hand exerted.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

The man did not care and instead switched to his sharpening stone.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

One more after this... his works almost done. His labor completed, almost.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Only now the man... was it a man? finally put down the stone, rose himself up high in the sky and reached out to the thunder above.

Mine! He screamed against the lightning.

And then ran, ran as hard as he could to claim that which was now rightfully his.

 

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