His Soul Is Marching On To Another World の小説・ストーリー

Our date was at the Blue Moon bar. Just like in my dream, there she was at the table in front of me, I never felt so lucky in my life. She was dressed in her favourite light blue dress with a silver purse. With her by my side, I will climb every mountain to be here again. Without her around, there will be no destination at the end of my journey. I find hope, trust, and faith every time I looked at her. Whilst passing her the glass of champagne, I noticed a mark on her wrist. It was a symbolic tattoo that I have never seen before.

But I am the one he feels. He doesn't speak. And I say nothing either. But in the silence, I replace. Inch by inch. Minute by minute. Clara may have conquered the soul. But I conquer the body. And the body… always ends up pulling the soul along with it.

The world tilted, and suddenly I was slung over his shoulder like I was nothing more than a sack. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice weak. No answer. Figures. My body felt heavy, my thoughts slow. If he wanted to kill me, he would. It didn’t really matter anymore. I would have died on that road anyway. At least this way, maybe someone would bury me. Grandma, be well. We will meet again in another life.

“We’re not fighting just to live. We’re fighting to remember. To honor what was stolen. To stop a god made of silence from erasing the voices of everyone who came before.” They howled. The march began. But as we rode toward the western ruins, Kael reached for my hand again and whispered just for me. “If we don’t make it back—” “We will,” I said firmly. “But if we don’t… I want you to know I would choose you in every world.” My throat tightened. I squeezed his hand. “And I’d burn every world to find you again.”

Still wishing that her sister did not meet her demise at such a young age. The morning when they woke up, Accashia never felt so alive. Whether it’s the slightest bit of movement from her fingertips, or the slightest nudge of her toes. All of these pointed to one thing, that she was getting better. She and Calleb were doing better. A ray of hope, as Luntian called it. For she could no longer feel the presence of Luther’s soul. And without a leader — the Shadows, the band of monsters and Skeletons would be wandering, having no sense of direction for days. And secretly, Accashia kept sending prayers to her lost brothers, John, Phil and Luther. Even though Luntian told her that their souls didn

I need solace, A place to call home. A place to curl up and cry, And never have to wipe the tears, Before anyone sees. I need a little more help, But I should be a helper. I'm carrying the weight, Of the universe on my shoulders, And this gets tiring, I just need peace. Curl into a blanket, Let the tears flow. Let it rain, Blood and water, As I'm baptized by the blades, My soul stuck in eternal damnation.

The world outside seemed to make fun of me, with all the orange shadows that rose to the eaves of the window, confirming that that was my destiny; fire, blood and ashes. I lay down with the loudest chords of that sad and touching song, which talked about taking an angel by the wings and begging for another time of life, begging him to stay. I still had the crown in hand when I felt the music touch my soul, when a chorus of voices whispered the song like a prayer, and I cried. I cried for the music and the sadness I felt in Vraxlon's words. I cried for the human bodies that died before that one and for the weight it meant to carry that soul. I cried for understanding the revolt of the lesser

Laughter. War stole people. And no victory could ever truly repay that debt. Fresh tears fell. The strings began playing again. Softer now. Sadder. Servants sang. Their voices rose through the mountain air. Melancholic. Heartbreaking. The words carried sorrow so profound that many around me collapsed to their knees weeping. I stared into the flames. Somewhere within them, Maria was leaving this world. Returning to the Moon Goddess. Returning home. The realization shattered whatever composure I still possessed.