To tell of how such a noble, honorable man had risen and fallen to the scrooge we have today would be to tell a story of ghosts that still, remains unfinished. It's a final prophecy, though, and a scarier one than the destruction of cities; but now; the world! And this is not something The Voyager has faced before and won – maybe that is why he has ran so far away, locked so many doors. It is dragons that no man can face, no matter their history, no matter their mind. Literal ghosts too, not just the ones that haunt him in the mirror, those are coming and they have made it to the shore. He was victorious and standing in the desert city surrounded by his friends, and though the ancient cult had killed his dear friends, twisted his son into a killer and his lover, Isabella, had been revealed to be one of them; it was not the tragedy of the Vault of Infinity that put him down this hole.
A few years after Jacob had died and The Voyager's name appeared less on the headlines and more on the books, he visited an old friend, an old king, far from Misthalin and even further from Asgarnia, and they laughed over foreign wine and food at how they were still here. Jacob's funeral was tough – he was an ordinary man that through only The Voyager's fault had been put in this fantastical yet doomed lifestyle they had. The Voyager believed many things, but if there was one thing he did not believe in, it would be ghosts, always. Even inside the vault, he saw none of them. When the old king, the old friend, summoned The Voyager to their feast, he revealed it was not for good news, but they were wise and knew everyone, even these impossible heroes had a spot waiting for them to lay down six feet under. This was it, the final prophecy – it called for The Voyager to die, and all his mistakes, all the horrible things he had tried to cover up, would be revealed to the world, and that only one thing would follow: the apocalypse. Not through war, not through nature, but through dragonfire.
07-Jan-2016 15:07:44