Things that Matter [LoTM]
“Great Master, are you afraid?”
“Yes.”
It’s impossible to not to. Klein treasured life more than anything.
The peaceful and happiness of a simple life, a normal life with his family. A leisure life to enjoy foods and drinks he loves.
The normal life with his friends and families in modern society.
All of it will never be back. Klein couldn’t go back to any of them.
Sitting in the throne up above the gray fog, he will hear the ravings of the former Great Old One that will forever fight to take over his mind, consuming him. Constantly battling with madness and sanity with heavy responsibility land heavily on his shoulder.
All for the sake to protect his loved ones.
Humans, yes, but most importantly those that choose to believe him, choose to follow him.
This stray of thought is very dangerous but if Klein does not have them, he could just give over to the Celestial Worthy to become a Pillar, to protect the Earth.
He does not have to struggle to maintain his fickle humanity all the time.
Klein is afraid.
He’s afraid one day, he will lose to Celestial Worthy. Eaten, vanished, disappeared and replaced.
He’s afraid that one day, he will awake, void of humanity and lose his love for everyone.
He’s afraid that one day, he will hurt those he held dear.
“Great Master, are you tired?”
“Yes.”
Klein had driven himself without any rest. He is a hard-worker.
Even if Klein wanted to deny, it is proven so painfully clear when Adam gave his marionette, “Gerhman Sparrow”, his other identity, himself, humanity.
“He was too tired. He wanted to rest and freedom, even if it was only for a few seconds.”
He’s tired.
He wants to rest. Even to the point of willing to stab himself.
Ever since he woke up into the red moon, Klein is always pushed into problem after problem. He never stops raising his sequence, trying and struggling so hard to escape the thread of fate that seemed to control him all the time.
No, perhaps more accurately, the thread of “prophecy”.
Coincidence. Damned coincidence.
He wants freedom.
“Great Master, are you sad?”
“Yes.”
Klein watches the banquet before his eyes.
The usual gloomy space above the gray fog, the tense atmosphere of the long table is replaced with happy and cheery people.
Some chat with each other, talking about trivial daily things. Some conversed over their knowledge, exchanging information and stories. Some laughed with each other. Some danced to the soft melody and tunes that reverberated over the space.
He sat on the throne, watching them silently with a fond and longing look.
A melancholic look.
Some of them are still living their normal life. Some of them devoutly believe him and work hard on the tasks he entrusted. Some of them trusted, waiting for his return. Some of them he could no longer see.
These are his treasures. These are his anchors.
“There are always things that are more important than others.”
These are the people he needs to protect.
“You’ve been a guardian. You mimicked others until you were mimicked by others.”
But he could no longer be with them. Chatting and joking happily without needing to act, without needing to think of the future all the time. Just plain and simple, Klein Moretti.
Zhou Mingrui.
If he fails, the future of his friend is risked.
If he succeeds, the future of humankind lands in his hands.
“Great Master, are you lonely?”
“Yes.”
Klein wondered when was the last time he walked with someone. When has it been since he had someone he could rely on?
It wasn’t long ago, but it wasn’t short either.
Klein had grown too fast. Too quick under the cruel fate.
He laughed.
Three years ago, he’s weaker than everyone he knew. He seeked help from them. Now, he has raised into a status of a half-Great Old One, battling to be a true Great Old One.
His journey is not known to anyone. He had no one to share his stories, he had no one to accompany him and be his companion.
Perhaps only Amanises know everything. A God that is far from his reach and suddenly lower than him.
There’s no one he could fully open to.
Absent-mindedly, Klein stroke the rim of Arrodes.
Yes, as much as he is afraid, tired, and sad. Klein is lonely.
“Great Master, do you regret it?”
Klein stood up steadily, with great conviction.
In his lips is a soft smile.
The banquet behind him disappears into the gray fog, collapsing. The soft tune vanishes into the silent space. Sefirah Castle has returned back into its usual gloomy and tranquil state, filled with gray fog.
Every step he took creates an echo and ripples through the space. As if taking a walk, Klein leisurely climbed the stair, leading into the door of light.
On his hand is an antique mirror.
With a smile, as he opens the door, Klein turns to look at the mirror.
“No, I don’t regret it.”
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In a certain dream, a figure stood at the shore.
His black robe flutters along with the wind. The waves of the sea occasionally crashed against the coral.
There is an antique mirror on the hand of the figure. The surface of the mirror that shows the scene before it ripples and words appear on it. The figure stroked the rim of the mirror tenderly with a smile on his face. His mouth moved to say something.
Then he disappears.
The shore that’s rich with life and sound of the waves, birds, and winds suddenly broke into pieces as if it was glass.
“Great Master, are you still afraid, tired, sad, and lonely?”
“No, I have you after all. And most importantly, I have them.”
