Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Milky Way Galaxy => Eiden => Topic started by: K2 on August 28, 2011, 09:02:36 PM
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It was modeled after the great Japae, the place his son had built. Chaos found himself drawn to this planet. Sure, it was apparently governed by the people who probably wanted him captured dead or alive right now, but that didn't much matter to him. He had to come here... To remember.
He hadn't even really seen his son since he was freed. He knew that his son was well alive, but... Come to think of it, what with his son's clone, C2323, having been prancing around free for awhile, Chaos probably hadn't truly talked to his son in over ten years. That was pretty sad to him. He wanted to see his son again, to rekindle their relationship as father and son, only...
Really, he and his son never had gotten to have that kind of relationship, and it saddened him deeply. The tragedy that had occurred in the Era Village all those years ago had changed fate itself. How ironic was it that his son, for a time, WAS fate itself? His son had been changed without Chaos, that was for sure. Was it for the better, though?
Chaos knew that deep inside, he was probably a really bad person. He was the son of Anarch- No. He refused to say that. Anarchy had been no father, not at all. Then, though, had Chaos been a father? No. And was it too late to change that?
As he placed his hand on a building, feeling the structure of it, a tear started to fall down his eye as he wondered that very question. Could he be the father that he wanted to be to his three children? He didn't even know where Kai or Hikaru were, and K2323 was busy with his wife and kids. And then, there was the Anrufe.
The tears fell down his face as Chaos found himself wondering.
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"Heya mister! Are you okay?" Asked a small, scruffy Zarethian child asked, running up to him with her small cookie blox swinging wildly around her.
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The darkness was a curse, a bloody curse that consumed all the light it could find. It was there in the heart of Chaos, and in the heart of all things, but in some, it was stronger than in others. Darkness consumed Chaos, because the lights of his life were so far away. He wanted so desperately to find light, but all he knew was darkness. So, could he ever truly change?
Turning to face the Zarethian child before him, part of Chaos wanted to lash out at the child, while another half wanted to show compassion to this child. He was fighting himself in an eternal battle for control of his own actions. He had to control himself. Logic took over. If he lashed out at this child, the Zarethians would have him captured and executed before he could even blink.
"I'm okay," Chaos replied.
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"Are you suuuure?" The girl asked, cocking her head to the side in concern. "You look a little sad." She said, smiling reassuringly.
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"Yes, I'm sure," he replied warmly, "Thank you, little girl."
Before she could even reply again, he disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been there to begin with. He had work to do once more. He knew that the Anrufe was his home. He had to get back to it. He had to get back home.