Run, boy, run.

You've got the world after you simply for your everlasting existence, in a landscape of brown and grey. Your family gone, but not forgotten. They stay in your mind and you look around, hoping with all of the strength that you have that they are alive.

Then, you find them.

They're dead, underneath rubble and ruins. You hope, desperately, that you are wrong, but you see the mark. You know their faces. You wish that it wasn't true, but the tattoo on their wrists brands them. They are your siblings, dead and cold beneath what once was their home.

Why hadn't you listened? Why hadn't you just known when to stop, to obey?

Run, boy, run.

And you do, try to run from all that is left, which is to say an empty expanse of ruins that leave a pain in your heart. You were so young then, when you were alone for what felt like a millennia, left alone by the ones you loved the most.

Run, for they are after you now, offering you a choice. Kill for a living, make taking lives a second nature, no objections, but escape this planet of solitude.

You accept, but you never forget the faces lying in the dirt. You never forget your equations. You never forget your family, and you know that some day you will return to them. You must.

This time, you find your way back after decades of running. You aren't the same, mentally, as you were when you first took off, but physically you are. Where had it gone wrong?

Despite your curses you look up into their eyes, your siblings, the ones who you did this for, and know that it will be okay.

But boy, you better run as if you never need rest, with the sails unfurled and your teeth bared. Get ready for a fight, go long into the night with your weapons blazing and blood boiling. Gather your army, and prepare for the war of the world, a battle for the survival of all humans, all animals, all plants. 

Your enemies won't hold back, so neither should you. You don't need to be reminded of that, though, because after decades of fighting what's a few more days?

You better run, fast and hard, to change your destiny and fate, boy, because the apocalypse is in eight short days.

Run, Five, run.

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just finished watching tua and man.... it hit hard