Soft winds blew across the battlefield. The dust started to settle. The night turned to day. The storm was over, and it was... calm. It had ended in a flash of light, colours not visible to the human eye. Something so ethereal, something so godly... Killed by her very own creations.
They had killed the one who had given them life. They had turned her gifts against her. And worst of all, they had been successful.
Thus, the Heart, Blood and Soul of Kira were brought into this world. The fragments of a god once mighty. Her essence remains in these stones, scattered across the island once dedicated to her, now cheering at her death. But nobody kills a god without consequences.
When the dust had settled, there stood two of the victors, one beaten, one standing. Blue eyes and grey ones met each other, one a cold glare, one a distant stare. In the palm of the blue-eyed man was the Heart of Kira, a fresh spoil from the war that had just ended.
"Bax," choked the fallen man, "You dare... betray me...?" He was bleeding out on the sand, having given up on calling for help. As he looked at his old friend, a previously trusted compatriot, he thought of everything that had led up to this defeat.
Bax, clenching the Heart in his shaking hands with an unreadable expression on his face, sighed. "It didn't have to end like this, Rex. You didn't have to go down this path." He paused as Rex squirmed on the ground in pain. "You didn't have to kill."
Rex, despite his vision starting to blur, laughed, "You haven't won, Bax. What are you going to do with," He used his free hand and gestured at the bright blue stone in Bax's hand, "that? You really think you'd manage to be some sort of paragon when you have the remains of a god? You're no hero, Bax."
Bax ignored the question. "I'm sorry it had to end this way," He repeated emotionlessly, "I'm sorry."
A tear slid down Rex's face as he felt his torso go numb. "You haven't won anything. I haven't either, so I suppose it makes us even. Not even enough for you to be my last sight though..." With a sudden but last burst of strength, he struck his blue-eyed killer in the face with a blow of pure magic, making the surprised man jump back in agony.
"I'll see you again in the afterlife, Cooper." Rex snarled. Grey eyes snapped shut as the gaunt man fell for the very last time. Bax's ears were ringing, the Heart dropped onto the white sand as he grabbed at his face, resisting the urge to scream.
The two men lay there, unmoving. Two of them having won the battle but losing the war. As the sun rose above the island, the breathing man cried, loathing and mourning at the same time. Recovering from the blow, he stood and picked up the Heart, tucking it away in his pocket carefully.
His trusty sword lay tossed away, the blood of an old friend drying on its tip. His hands were still shaking. It was time for Bax Cooper to leave the island and leave magic behind forever.
The Heart in his pocket disagreed.
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