InsaneJournal

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Fayt Leingod’s life was far from a fairytale.

The moment his life began, a part of him knew that he had some higher purpose. He had felt it over and over again as his journey commenced, eventually ended and started once more.

He had learned through Albel Nox and Maria Traydor that there was no such thing as good and bad and black and white.

Sadly, he had also learned from the final battle with his God that God was truly the opposite of what he was and what he believed in. God could only see through black and white; he was not as knowledgeable or caring as one would think.

Fayt had defeated him with weapons and spells in great regret; there was so much that he didn’t know, so much that he didn’t understand. Even as he and his friends had separated and their lives returned to one would call normal, there were times he would look at the black sky and had asked himself,

“Why me, God? Why me?”

And even though he knew that his question would never be answered, he had felt as though God was mocking him. Mocking him with those bright blue eyes, those firm lips and that angelic face. They could have known each other, would have understood one another, if only God hadn’t pushed him away.

But this was the true reality. Things never went the way one would expect. Irony worked that way and so did Fate. He really was beginning to despise his name and his purpose in this twisted world of his God’s.

“Am I truly nothing else, but an amusement to you?”

Fin.