Prompt Answer:
↠ A better viscet would have done something, Kaldur knew.
Do something, do
something! a voice in the back of his head screamed, but he was rooted in place.
All around Kaldur was a hot chaos, and to the dark viscet it was overwhelming. He had thought himself wise and strong, but the only thing he could think now was that he was a /fool/, and that was how he would be remembered if he didn't
do something NOW -
Fire ravaged a home to his right, and just ahead a pair of viscets were locked in a deadly battle that Kaldur knew only one of which would walk away from, while the other would throw themself yet again into fights until they could no longer win. This, truly, was war and savagery, and this was the first time he had felt such fear.
He had known it wasn't safe,
he had known, but Kaldur had never expected this - a full-fledged attack, on a larger town no less. The bulky male finally snapped out of his trance, stumbling to the side. Kaldur couldn't handle this, he had to get away, find somewhere to /hide/. His breaths were coming quicker and quicker, until he could hardly breathe anymore - was this how it was going to end? It sure felt like it.
Kaldur tried to get a hold of himself, but something was different - it was almost like he wasn't in control anymore. Fear had taken over, and it was all he could do from collapsing. He couldn't be here, he couldn't be here, he had to get away...
On faltering legs Kaldur made his way towards a home that looked relatively untouched, though it was hard to tell in all the chaos. He pushed through the entrance, making it near the back of the main room before crumpling into a heap.
Kaldur had no idea where he was, but this was where he was going to stay until the fighting was over - it wasn't like he could really get anywhere on legs shaking as badly as his. It was still hard to breathe, or even to think, and it wasn't long before Kaldur dropped out of consciousness.
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The night was intense and perilous, not a night any living creature would want to be caught in, but here Kaldur was, weathering the storm. It was a wholly uncomfortable experience for the viscet, and it wasn't a matter of choice that he was out at this hour. Kaldur had thought he was much closer to the upcoming mountain range than he must have actually been. He also hadn't realized the storm was approaching this quickly, or else he would have stopped some time ago.
Kaldur had been traveling for a few weeks now, but that did nothing to soothe his deep-set fear. His life hadn't exactly been...glamorous, but it had been something - working as a field medic for the kingdom that had saved him all those years ago. The irony surely wasn't lost on him, but he hadn't minded it. It was tough at times, but, generally, they hadn't seen an excessive amount of fighting in the few years he had been there. Life had been life, but with one reckless action Kaldur had undone all of his hard work.
It all started when
Hero had shown up. Nice enough kid, he supposed, but she had set something in motion that he was sure couldn't be stopped. Kaldur still wasn't sure what her story was, but he had put his trust in her - hopefully it wouldn't prove to be a grave mistake.
She had shown up in mysterious circumstances, and she was still shrouded in mystery. She had baffled him time and time again, from the seemingly-impossible recovery, to joining someone else's war, and her mysterious escape that had ruined him. There was something off about her, though Kaldur supposed he would probably never find out what exactly it was.
It had been almost a year since Hero had shown up when she had come to him and a few other trusted friends with one thing in mind - leaving. It was really unheard of to leave (unless, of course, in death), and Hero must have expected some sort of intense opposition, as she had been deadly serious about her plans and how her plot needed to stay secret.
Of course, he had helped her. The kid was nothing if not talented, and he had often felt as if she knew more than the rest of them. It had ruined him, but he had helped.
Hero had been the best of them, and it wasn't long 'till her disappearance had been discovered. And, to Kaldur's horror, it had also gotten out that her escape had been aided. Once he heard that, Kaldur had run. He hadn't waited for any sort of cover of night, just ran until he could run no more.
The dark viscet took no more than a night's rest before continuing, feeling something new growing inside him. He did his best to quell it, but the fear had bubbled back up within him once more. Kaldur didn't exactly regret his decision, but he was afraid of the consequences. The farther away he got, the better he felt.
Kaldur was leagues away now, and through the storm he could only barely tell that he had reached the base of one of the nearby mountains. He would rest at the foot for now, but once the storm passed, Kaldur planned on checking out the ruins he had seen near the top.
Perhaps he could stay there for awhile
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↠ Everyone is afraid of something, but for Kaldur fear is something more, something crippling. Fear is his bane, the greatest and final nemesis he must face. Fear is what drives Kaldur, what motivates him deep inside, and is an unconquerable foe. However, Kaldur is not only his fear - rather, he is his own, and his weaknesses only serve to temper the rest of him.
(999 words)
theme song:
circles - EDEN
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