There was a lone figure floating in the air where one could see red moon which looked like bathed in blood.that figure had long white hair and black coat.
The whole world was silent.everyone was listening to only one thing.there was only one voice but,it was filled with immense hate-rate-no it was beyond hate-rate.It was filled with sadness and emptiness.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Oh right I was back There fighting him.It was all because of them.Why does god chose me.Why do I have to be the only one suffering why? Why was no one else chosen.
Because only you have the power to lift this burden. Another voice replied. That voice was deep but calm exact opposite of the lone figure voice
'huh, after all these time you finally replied me god;what took you so long? And what do you mean only I can handle this burden's' asked the lone figure.
There were many people who are strong but no one can handle this burden THE BURDEN TO SAVE WORLD. Said the god.
'But why does it has to be me alone,why??
You said there are many people who can help me but there are none.'
Who said there is no one I am here and look around you. The people you helped are also here.
'huh'
when that figure look around he was covered in red aura. . Before he knew many people arrived to see him,and if possible help him. His aura which had taken form of That aura had taken form of a women sheltering him,a man who had a sword in hand protect him. From even miles away one could see his aura.
'Are these all people came here to help me?'
Yes they all are here to help you. Your deeds are coming back to you. Remember when we first met what had I told you…
With that sentence he felt all of his memories are rising through his mind,resurfacing.
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