Warrior: "Are... are you... ok?" *he asked with a laboring breath* Boy: "If I am ok?" *tears welling in his eyes* "Are you ok?" Warrior: "I have had worse." *a small smile crossed his lips* "I just can't remember when." Boy: *puts a hnad gently on the warriors helmet* "I may be a boy." *a tear ran down his cheek* "But I am not stupid." Warrior: "You do not have to cry," *he felt his strength leaving his body* "None of them are left to hurt you." Boy: "But what about you? Is there nothing I can do?" Warrior: "I have no family left. My line dies with me." *he fought back the tears of his loss* "Nobody will remember me, and I still am proud that I saved you." Boy: "You saved a nobody without a family." Warrior: "A nobody like me." *his vision started to blur* Boy: *stares at his saviour* "I will make you immortal." Warrior: *after a moment of shock he couldn't stop a giggle* "So you are a wizard suddenly?" *he laughed even though it hurt like hell* Boy: *smiled sadly* "I will tell your story. I will make sure that your story will never be forgotten." Warrior: *realization struck him* "And so I become remembered for generations to come." *he started to kneel upright and struggled turning toward the rising sun* "I think that I can die happy with such a fate." *he smiled* "Just leave out some of our more 'embarassing' situations." Boy: *kneeled beside him to watch the sun rise* "Those are the most important parts. Overcoming immense obstacles, is what truly defines a hero." Warrior: 'You are a wise boy.' *he wanted to say, but no longer had the strength as he exhaled his last breath, finally feeling at peace with himself* -Me

Fascinating how many stories can be written from one image and two songs of emotion. Stories of sacrifice, love, and duty. The longing for better but acceptance of what is. Despite the dead, dying, and defeat there is victory: a young child lives

As he faced down the Bloody Baron, Gregory, son of a lowly woodcutter, roared with all of his grief and rage as he plunged his blade down, ending the disgusting cries for mercy and forgiveness the monster was squealing. For a long time after, the only sound that could be heard from the Charnel Mansion, the Baron's former keep, was the laborious breaths of a dying man. Gregory, adorned in a tattered suit of armour, once gleamed so brightly as he first laid eyes on it and once stained with the blood of it's previous owner, the Baron's head Guard before he put it on himself, crumbled to his knees as the strength and spite that drove him forward all this time finally petered out. He lost count of the many cuts and bruises all over his body. By the holy Trees, he even lost count of how many arrows were sticking out of him. The magic imbued in the amour, the miraculous healing that enabled him to persevered through all the torments, winked out as it too failed to keep up with all he had endured. One man, with nothing left to loose, against the monster in human skins that took everything away from him and everyone he had ever loved. A shame a tale like that will most likely dies with him. "Not of such, o courageous warrior." The voice fluttered through his mind like the soft wind that grazes the meadow, bringing with it the smell of freshly cut wood and tree sap. The voice reminded him of a time so long ago, a happier time, a simpler time. Even then, he could only managed the strength to lift his head towards the sound of the voice, and see a small child standing by the doorway of the Throne room he was in, even if "child" was the right word to describe something cloaked by the stary night sky and bored the twin moonlights in its gaze. "Rare indeed to find one such as thee. Able to bare mine gaze with not succumbing to madness." The "child" tilted its head in curiosity, which finally pulled a chuckle out of his dried and hoarse throat. "What more can madness takes from me that grieve and wrath had not already?" He hoarsed out, barely able to keep his words from being mushed by the blood slowly filling his mouth. "One tends to forget how limited the mind of mortals is. Though, one supposes thee cannot truly know what thee holds dear until it is no more, no?" The being before him mused as it moved closer to him, laying a strangely comforting hand on his scarred cheek. In that moment, Gregory can see in it's eyes the soft glow of the twin moons, just like how he remembered gazing at them in his childhood laying in the freshly grazed meadow. "Has the night finally come for me then?" He finally muttered, his eyes watering, not from the fear of the end, but from the closeness of his release. The being before him chuckled in amusement at his eagerness. "It is clear, no? Mortals tends to not thrive with arrows and sword litters their body." It's gaze softened ever so likely, though Gregory was not certain how he knew. "A rest is long overdue, Gregory. Justice has been delivered and the toll of Rage has been paid in full. It is time." He slowly close his eyes, the weights of guilt and sorrows hounding him all this time slowly slipped out and for the first time since the moment he first witnessed the Baron butchering his village more than fifty years ago, Gregory, son of a lowly woodcutter, sole survivor of the Massacre of Verdant Vale, slayer of Calvin the fallen Solaris Paladin, liberator of the Mordian's mining slaves, protector of the Everfall forest, defender of the Holy Order of the Eternal Night, friend of High King Elerion and now, slayer of the Bloody Baron Gustavo Belinkov, finally feel peace. The Being, hands still holding his cheek, gathered the unshed tears in his eyes, mixing its own in and spread it across the night sky. "MAY YOUR DEEDS NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. MAY YOUR BRAVERY NEVER FADE. MAY YOUR LEGACY LIVES ON." That night, a new constellation was born. 72 stars, 72 great deeds that Gregory achieved, blazed in the night sky forevermore. The Pope of the Solaris Church paused in his sermon and sighed. The freed slaves of Mordia paused in building their Village to mourn the lost of their Hero. The forest of Everfall shed their leaves for Winter for the only time in their existence. The Holy Order of the Eternal Nigh, no matter station, halted their task and saluted the Defender one last time. High King Elerion grieved his friend in solitude amongst his now liberated Kingdom. That night, the world grieved.

Someone make a game out of that artwork. Its beautiful

Me just listening to the song while with my AirPods on and just imagining myself going through mysterious and adventurous journeys myself

A legacy isn't just a history to be remembered or replaced but to be reflected on as times change, a certain standard not rule

"You're... safe now. Go home... to your mother and father." "What about you?" "You ever heard... of death?" "Yes." "I'm about to experience mine. Get... outta here... before I'm gone... A kid shouldn't have t- to see this... Any of this... Run along, kid." Edit: I was listening to this while writing an essay and was not emotionally prepared for 8:03 to come roaring out of nowhere. One of the best moments in newer music for sure.

we watch the hero ride away - alone - and then we watch him die. 2 different farewells, but farewell indeed.

"It's gonna be okay, dad"

This channel never ceases to surprise me. 2:58 made me drop my chin

ファンタジーイラストにつられてやってきました！今夜はこれ聞いて寝ます。

When i listen to this kind of music o feel like I'm with our ancestors I feel like I'm in a circle with Jesus, Mohamed, Moses, Buddha, Lao-tzu, Confucius, gandi , Aristotle, Socrates, Plato,...etc ooh my God please let me meet someone o theme 😭❤️🥰

ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!!!! Didn't expect anything else!!!! IT's EPIC MUSIC after all!!!! THANK YOU!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

What has passed cannot change what is!

These are the real knights that protects

I was writing a characters Death Scene and this music really helped fit!

This is the most wonderful music!

Ender Lilies is pretty close to this.

Many replays , awesome 👊

Fantastic music and emotional !

A lot of events and some persons come to my mind while listening to this.

The world will not wait for you, act now and follow your dreams. You believe you can do it!

Awesome!!!❤❤💯💯

whoever made these short stories, you cooked

Beautiful ❤❤

I love this wonderful music. I wish you lots of success with it. Full support from me! ♡Lovely♡ Greetings from Vienna, Lorinna

Son.. I'm still not die.. Uhukk yet..

sing me back Home! this sounds I recognize! !!Splendour!

Seems like a hearts and minds thing here kind of like it 😉

The 2nd track is not available on Deezer.

Is this not on spotify?

جميله روعه

First

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😔🙏🙂 🥲😊☺️ 😇

Brown. Mexican Coyote.