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AFTERMATH - SUNSET OF THE HERO
A Terranigma Fan Fiction
By Nicholas Clark (Warriorsong46)
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Disclaimers:
Terranigma is copyright Enix and Quintet.
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The sun, an orange red disk of flame, slowly began to sink into its cradle of hills. The light of dusk prevaded the landscape, softening the harsh desert yellow into a multitude of warm pastels.
The people of the town below the watching figure busteld about in their activities, driving their beasts of burden to their night time rest and their playful children to the warm safe hearths.
The smell of rich hearty stew and freshly cracked casks of ale drfited to his nostrils upon the smoke of the large communal cook fires.
He sighed.
His eyes, old yet far-seeing looked out from his perch upon the mesa that crown the township it also shadowed.
Across the face of the earth, joy and celebration could be seen and heard, the Hero having brought a balance back to an inbalanced existance, demanding of himself a sacrifice he would demand of none other.
The night wind had began to blow, the chill, wet smell of early snow drifting with it off the northern stepes. The old man shivered, his body not accustomed to the elements after his long sojourn in his warm fire lit chambers. Yet tonight, he had felt compelled to be here and witness this event, this sunset which marked the passing of the Hero and symbolised a rebirth of sorts for this earth.
As he watched the burning chariot of the sun god descend over the edge of the earth, he could see birds. Hundreds upon thousands of birds, their soft mournful cries a testament to the sacrifices made.
He could sense pain, the pain of the earth, and her loss. A child had been taken from her today. A child who had saved her. And this pain, this griveing was echoed with the cries of million of tiny voices, the mournful lowing of the beasts of the field, the reserved purrs and grumbles of the predators, the silent homage payed by the prey and the trees. And above, seeming to cover the horizon like a comforting blanket of down, the feathered forms of the avian.
All these voices and being, touched by the Hero. Their brother, a child of the earth, like them.
The attention of all was cast at the red orb that seemed to hang in the sky, reluctant to pass from sight, paying its own tribute. They silent testimony, a hymn of passing adn of what was given to them.
Tears fell to the earth, unashamed, and a mix of joy and regret.
Slowly and with a seeming shuffle of its proverbial feet, the sun sank below the horizon, the warm pastels it cast upon the desert below the figure, changing slowly and with reverance to the cold pastels of the desert twilight.
Lord Kumari stood upon the highest point in his sandstone city, Lhasa. His old bones chilled in the wind from the cold stepes to the North. His heart was heavy, yet he rejoiced.
The balance had been restored.
The Hero had triumphed.
The Hero had earned his rest.
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Author Notes:
This is for Conspiracy's 2nd Fanficition Competition. Hopefully it meets all the criteria. If not, then its a nice wee fic anyway. Basically it happens just as the sun sets and Kumari is reflecting and stuff. I was tempted to add something along the lines of Royd and Fyda walking out of the dusk having survived the plane crash :) Nah. Its pretty short for one of my fics but I think I got what I wanted out of it. I hope you liked it.
Finished 14:25 pm 22nd August 2000