# fun Souls

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In a world where Fire is fundamental…
There’s a man, the chosen one they called him, carrying out a task… an old prophecy.
“…maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords…
…When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, fate, thou shalt know…”

Set foot into the land of Ancient lords whose throne forsaken and slowly fall into obscurity. Encountered countless decaying skeletons, senseless undeads, horrendous monsters, even dragons. Fought them all.
“…there’s more to come…”

The journey is tiresome, traveling night and day in a wasteland and at last, the man saw a fire in the abandoned shrine. Exhausted, his back against the wall with his eyes slowly shut as the sky darkens… Every night, he came back, without wondering, he stared at it… The flame, the special flame, never fades away, simply because…

There’s a woman, the keeper of fire, sits quietly in the locked chamber, the only word she can mouth is “…” for her tongue is cut off. The woman attends the flame with her soul and solely her soul
“…there’s a reason…”
The muted woman was the only one he sought for consolation and salvation in the dark land. Without saying a word and within the flame, both know each other tiredness.
He rang the bell to wake the old serpent for his next path of searching for the king but in doing so he has done a terrible deed.

She, the woman, disappears, her clothes and a black orb are left, the flame now is only grey ash. The man sits down in disappointment cause he knows once he leaves this place, he can never return but… He must carry on
“…follow the traits…yellow traits…”

Arriving at the castle, the orb is quivering, stronger and stronger as he reaches the main room, the orb lights up, let out a beam of bright light
“…find your answer…”
without hesitation the man goes to another world for he knows this is the way to seek her vengeance.

With the death of the yellowed armor man, a beam of white light slowly came to the man’s hand, gathered into a small sphere, it’s her soul he recognized. He smiles in relief as the sphere slowly fading away into thin air and it seems like there’s a whisper echoing in the room he is standing in.
“…take care” he heard

The man smiles again, not on the face but his soul
The man must carry on… his prophecy

-R