Post by Brad on Sept 7, 2013 0:56:06 GMT -8
Dragos stood on the vast plane that lay before the great city on the horizon. He could feel his heart beating firmly in his chest and the sharp air hitting his lungs as he breathed. His black cloak flowing in the breeze as storm clouds drifted above. The man dressed in red stood before him, his face was blank, expressionless.
"Is this your utopia." The man said.
"It is, one of many in fact." Dragos replied.
"It is a delusion, it can't exist, you waste your time."
"It can, for those who make it so, peace is only possible if you strive for it." he said with an edge in his voice.
"There will never be peace, because people will never stop fighting. People will devour each other because they can, as they always have, nothing will change that."
"People fight for better lives, a life that they don't have to fight for, a life where they want for nothing. Given that they would lay down their arms."
"You are a fool, people want anything and everything, they will stop at nothing to get it. People war because they are greedy, selfish, anything someone else has they strive to take. You're blind to the truth and it will lead you to your death."
"And your way leads to nothing, it's meaningless. I'd rather die trying to accomplish the impossible than be impossible to kill and accomplish nothing." His hot blood rushed to his head.
"You're no better then me Dragos, just more naive. You're hands are as bloody as anyone else's."
"Maybe so, but my bloody hands work for the greater good... I'm am done with this, the world will benefit from your death, goodbye old friend."
Dragos lunged at the man, a glowing hand aimed at his face. A split second before impact the man's hand dashed forward in a flash, piercing Dragos' chest and his fingers wrapped around his still beating heart. The world fell from Dragos as he tried to wrench free but it was no use. Blood flowed down the man's arm as he pulled Dragos closer.
"You are weak, and you will be crushed under the weight of your own vision."
"Is this your utopia." The man said.
"It is, one of many in fact." Dragos replied.
"It is a delusion, it can't exist, you waste your time."
"It can, for those who make it so, peace is only possible if you strive for it." he said with an edge in his voice.
"There will never be peace, because people will never stop fighting. People will devour each other because they can, as they always have, nothing will change that."
"People fight for better lives, a life that they don't have to fight for, a life where they want for nothing. Given that they would lay down their arms."
"You are a fool, people want anything and everything, they will stop at nothing to get it. People war because they are greedy, selfish, anything someone else has they strive to take. You're blind to the truth and it will lead you to your death."
"And your way leads to nothing, it's meaningless. I'd rather die trying to accomplish the impossible than be impossible to kill and accomplish nothing." His hot blood rushed to his head.
"You're no better then me Dragos, just more naive. You're hands are as bloody as anyone else's."
"Maybe so, but my bloody hands work for the greater good... I'm am done with this, the world will benefit from your death, goodbye old friend."
Dragos lunged at the man, a glowing hand aimed at his face. A split second before impact the man's hand dashed forward in a flash, piercing Dragos' chest and his fingers wrapped around his still beating heart. The world fell from Dragos as he tried to wrench free but it was no use. Blood flowed down the man's arm as he pulled Dragos closer.
"You are weak, and you will be crushed under the weight of your own vision."