"I don't meant to be the tragic hero whose the bard sing his life after his death ...


The earth was swallowing my flesh , my mind and my soul ... this unholy portal made me feel the screams of thousands of lost souls , it was the dark bridge made of shadows between the world of living and the world of the souls , not the world of the deads ... But I was passing it without being a cursed lost thing , was I ? I was looking for treasures and glory . I was guessing I will come back , see my home ... my peoples . This exact moment was feeling like during eternally , I seen the souls of those who failed in they're task , the fallen souls . I seen my father in this flux of despair , and I remember how he said that he will come back , that the war won't take him for us . He never came back indeed , some rumors says that he had try to flee from the fight , knowing that he wouldn't survive , that the leader was a dumb man . But he didn't escaped his faith ... no one can ... when I seen his "ghost" I rather cryied ... but I'm a strong man , said to be a warrior , better than my ancestors ... at this moment , being strong or being a warrior means nothing for me ... But it was a trial , and I passed it . When I oppened my eyes again I felt the pain in my stomach . I was on solid ground again . I looked up my shoulder and seen the portal behind me ... So I got back up on my feets , I walked in this wastland of misery and looked forward , allway ... then I eared the scream , it was not the scream of a terrifying living and in good shape creature . It was a painfull and slow weeping , the one that was in its place here ... I took a look on my back and seen it , floating into the airs . A big creature , whitout clear shapes , the only thing I manage to understand was the golden mask it was wearing , a sad printed mask , looking mortuar ... I don't know why I didn't run or would have pressed my hands on my ears , how could I knew what would have append . The thing took a loud inspiration and then screamed . The ear-splitting shriek echoed in my ears ... I didn't know if it was the fact that I seen him just before but I thinked to my father , his facial expression , his laugh ... But I realized too late my faith was already writeen and I was doomed , the orb of blue unholy fire shouted by the flying creature was coming right on me ...


... I felt the unpleasant sensation of burning alive then nothing ...



... After all wasn't it my destiny to be a tragic hero ? I'm dying , alone , in the lands of the lost ... "


-The nameless hero of Taklinash IV verse, bard song .


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Wanted to do a Ghast skin , hope you'll enjoy it , I also made the story myself , so I apologize for the many english faults I did in it .
See you next time crafters ! :D


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