He had killed the only hope they had left, and now all was lost. Aragon wandered around the dark forest alone, searching and yelling Zoan’s name but it was all in vain. He searched and searched, but could not find his brother.
The sadness in his heart had him leaning against a tree, the tears pouring out of his eyes. He’s never cried so hard in his entire life, and it burned his soul even more knowing Elliott hadn’t hesitated to save him even after he had treated him.
He was so blinded by the hate and revenge. His head was jumbled up by the haunting memories, and he had been pushed and controlled by his bloodlust hoping it would calm him down. He had refused any form of help and fought back instead.
He had kept to himself, thinking only revenge could cure him.
But in return for that revenge, he had lost something even greater. He had lost a part of himself, a bigger part of himself and right now the remaining parts just left useless and unwanted.
Aragon was disgusted by himself and his existence.
He was responsible for them all, and there was no one else to blame.
Now he has dragged Zoan into this forest of no return, and cannot find him anymore. Maybe Zoan was dead somewhere, meaning he had killed his second brother too.
Life was meaningless now. Even though he never had a great relationship with Zoan, they were still brothers. They still had the same blood running through their veins, and that was more than enough.
Why did he never see that? Why did he turn away and give himself up to the darkness? Why did it all go so wrong?!
He was extremely depressed and hopeless. That was when he sighted the Silver dagger that the healer had stabbed him with earlier still stuck inside His foot. Regardless of how she had gotten her hands on this, it was the only dagger in the world that had been said to have the power to kill any type of creature.
Any at all.
Aragon forced the knife out of his leg, and one thought filled his mind. He wanted to join his brothers in the Afterlife, Maybe there, he would be able to make up with them and pay for the death of his beloved.
Aragon didn’t care anymore. As he stared at the dagger, death was the only thing he could think of. He didn’t deserve to live in this world without his brothers. He deserves nothing!
Aragon stabbed himself hard, and the length of the dagger stabbed into his chest and went through his beating heart. The pain that came from it had him recoiling and seething, unable to breathe.
Blood left his lips, and his body slipped to the ground as he waited for the pain to kill him completely. Who would have thought his last moments would be him looking so pathetic lying on the ground, pleading for death to come?
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A figure approached the lifeless body of Aragon. It had the form of a human, but it had ears like that of a dog, possessing claws and horns on its head. Plus, it was stark naked from head to toe.
An insane amount of head enough to melt down trees was radiating from its body, and it looked very feeble and had supported itself to stand using a tree.
It stopped and stared down at Aragon, examining what was in front of it. Ever since it came up into the land of the living, its strength had greatly deteriorated and it would lose its life if it didn’t find somewhere it could thrive.
A body.
A strong body it can live in.
Its ragged breathing continued as it kept staring at the impaled body of a Deadman. But, it knew the body hadn’t been dead for long because it was still very warm.
Plus, the body was strong enough
But the body’s spirit was still lingering and the being could tell it was watching him, meaning it was just perfect.
A perfect opportunity that it would snatch to survive.
Who would have thought he would be rendered so useless up here when he reigned supreme above anything else down there where he had come from?
It leaned into the body, "You’ll do just fine," And it looked as if it disappeared into Aragon’s body. The spirit which had watched was instantly pulled back into the body too, and Aragon’s body shuddered just as his eyes shot open once again.
He drew in a very deep breath and pulled out the dagger from his heart and tossed it away. Immediately, the wound closed up and healed on its own, and so did any other injury he might have sustained throughout.
Once Aragon was sane enough to realize that he had actually come back to life, he stared at his palm wondering who had controlled it just now, and pulled the dagger out because he sure as hell did not do that on his own.
And it couldn’t have been some hallucination that some... strange being had jumped into his body, right?
Inside of him, the beast growled softly, knowing he couldn’t fuse as he had wanted with this host. And they won’t be able to achieve that until they get to know each other, and more importantly, until this host finds his mate and they accept each other.
That is when they would be able to fuse and become one.
But for now, they remain Separate entities living in the same body, and even though Aragon had full control of his body, the beast’s aura also surrounded Aragon. Ever since then, Aragon’s powers had only grown.
Aragon had tried to find the dagger again, but it had also disappeared just like his brother did. The Dark Forest had separated him and the knife, and the chances of ever finding it were slim.
That meant nothing could kill him again if the dagger was lost forever.
When he finally escaped the Dark forest, he found Zoan lying unconscious in front of it... but Elliott’s pieces were no longer with him.
They were Lost.
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