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Chapter 13: Will You?

Under the morning sun, Agape and Lucious strolled through the camp, discussing plans to dispatch individuals to Verdant's Fortress. Agape revealed his intention to send Seraph there to reunite with her brother. Their conversation led them to Aric's modestly assembled tent, prompting Lucious to inquire about the young prince.

"And what about Aric?" Lucious questioned. Agape paused, explaining that unless Aric improved his behavior, there might be no reason for him to remain and fight. He suggested it might be in Aric's best interest for protection.

Lucious acknowledged Aric's progress in training, but Agape, with a solemn expression, remarked, "If Aric can't learn to control his emotions, prince or not, he will never be a king of Celestia."

Overhearing the conversation, Aric emerged from his tent, his thoughts reflecting the complexity of his character. Lucious greeted him, suggesting they discuss plans for their arrival at Meadowshore instead of training that day. Agape, interrupted by Aric, confirmed that he was to be sent to the fortress with Seraph, to which Aric responded with a resigned acceptance, claiming he expected nothing more.

Surprised, Lucious questioned Aric's apparent agreement, and Aric replied, asserting his identity as nothing more than a peasant boy, questioning Agape's apparent disdain for him. Agape refuted the notion, denying any hatred. In frustration, Aric stormed off.

Agape, watching Aric leave, sighed, "Well, that confirms it. I'll make the plans tomorrow; first, I need to figure out who is and isn't going."

As Agape considered the roster, his attention was drawn to one of his seasoned soldiers passing by. "Hold on a moment," Agape called out, intercepting the soldier with a friendly smile.

The soldier saluted. "Your majesty."

Agape returned the salute. "No need for formalities, my friend. I was thinking, with all you've done for Celestia, how about I station you at Verdant's Fortress? You'll have accommodations fit for a king, all on me."

The soldier's eyes widened in surprise. "Your generosity is unmatched, but my place is here, fighting for our land. That's where my heart belongs."

Agape nodded, respecting the soldier's dedication. "I appreciate your commitment. Thank you for your service, truly."

The soldier saluted again, "Thank you, Your Majesty," and walked away with a sense of pride in his step.

As the man walked away, Lucious excused himself to seek out Aric, Agape found himself standing alone in the tranquil embrace of nature. The distant murmur of the wind through the trees accompanied the quiet rustle of leaves underfoot. The sun cast its gentle glow, creating a serene atmosphere.

Surrounded by the majestic panorama of the mountain view, Agape experienced a fleeting moment of tranquility. The distant peaks stood as silent sentinels against the canvas of the sky, and the stillness of the air lent an air of reverence to the scene.

In this solitary respite, Agape's thoughts wandered, carried by the soft whispers of nature. The serenity of the moment was almost tangible, a balm to the tumultuous events that often consumed his days. Just as he began to lose himself in the quietude, a familiar presence interrupted his solitude.

Approaching with quiet grace, Seraph's presence added a delicate harmony to the natural symphony around them. The two figures stood, framed against the breathtaking backdrop, a testament to the beauty that could be found even in the midst of chaos.

Seraph cautiously approached Agape, sensing a weight in the air. The events of the night before lingered between them, unspoken but felt. She hesitated, unsure if he even remembered the tearful revelation. To her surprise, Agape smiled, as if nothing was troubling him.

"Agape, is everything alright?" Seraph asked, her words laced with concern.

Agape brushed off her worry, "Oh, Seraph, no need to fret. Nothing's bothering me. I wouldn't want to burden anyone with my problems." Yet, as if an unseen force nudged him to open up, he found himself caught in the currents of a confessional undertow. The tranquility of the morning seemed to invite a rare vulnerability, and with a contemplative gaze, he began to unravel the threads of his thoughts.

As their conversation meandered, Agape's usual composure began to undergo a subtle transformation. It was as if a veil had lifted, revealing a depth of thought and contemplation that hadn't been evident before. Out of nowhere, his words took on a weighty significance, steering the discourse toward profound subjects.

Agape's gaze wandered toward the horizon, his eyes reflecting a distant introspection. "You know, Seraph," he began, his voice carrying a solemnity that echoed the gravity of his words, "our world is not merely a happenstance. There's a tale, a narrative etched into the very fabric of our existence."

He spoke of a celestial being, an architect of worlds, who had sculpted the contours of their reality with divine intention. His words carried a sense of reverence as if paying homage to an ancient deity whose hands had shaped the mountains, the rivers, and the very essence of life itself.

"In the beginning," Agape continued, "there was a perfection to this realm. A beauty that transcended the mundane. But, alas, the echoes of darkness crept in, tainting that pristine canvas with shadows." His words lingered as if allowing the weight of that revelation to settle.

As the conversation flowed like a quiet stream, Agape delved into the intricacies of their world's genesis. The celestial being's craftsmanship had birthed a harmonious existence, only to see it marred by the insidious tendrils of an ancient malevolence. The very foundations of Celestia were woven with a delicate balance, a tale that unfolded with each word Agape spoke.

In the gentle cadence of his narrative, Seraph found herself drawn into the mystique of their shared history, discovering layers of meaning in the tapestry of their existence. The mountains, the valleys, the very air they breathed-all became more than just elements of nature; they became chapters in a grand chronicle, narrated by Agape with a blend of reverence and melancholy.

His voice carried a weight of ancient tales, "Legends speak of the gate's delicate magic, the power over life and death. It's said to be a force that even Celestials tread carefully around."

Seraph listened, captivated by the lore surrounding the gate.

As Agape spoke, a somber note entered his words. "I don't deserve to live, let alone be brought back if that's what you're thinking. There's a balance to this magic, and I've upset it."

Seraph felt a chill down her spine, unsure of the depth of Agape's words. Little did she know, his tale would soon take an unexpected turn.

Agape then took a deep breath, and took a moment to process what he would say next but as he went to say something he stopped himself and moved on to another topic.

He transitioned into explaining that he had decided Aric would accompany Seraph to Verdant's Fortress. His words, though, carried a subtle hint of avoidance, as if circling around something unspoken.

Seraph, sensing the unspoken truth, treaded lightly, careful not to press too hard. She shifted the conversation toward the intangible yet potent force of love.

"Love is a powerful thing, Agape," she mused. "It's what motivates people to care for one another, to build orphanages, to...to..."

"To sacrifice one's self so that another may go on," Agape said as he finished her statement.

"Yes, precisely," Seraph continued, "It also has the power to redeem, but one must be willing to let go of the past."

A shadow crossed Agape's face, a brief vulnerability that betrayed the sensitivity of the topic. "I should be the one offering you wisdom, Seraph, not the other way around," he retorted, attempting to maintain his stoic demeanor.

Seraph, undeterred, responded, "Wisdom often comes from unexpected sources. Perhaps, in matters of the heart, we all have something to learn."

Agape, acknowledging her insight, formally thanked her. As he regained his composure, he swiftly dismissed her. "Goodbye, Seraph," he said.

As she said her goodbyes, Seraph couldn't help but reflect on the irony of lecturing others about love while she herself remained hesitant to process it in her own life.

Aric stormed away from the group, his mind racing at a million miles an hour. Seraph's apparent disregard for him, the sense that Agape might harbor resentment, and the looming fate of an aimless, purposeless life all swirled through his thoughts. In the snowy forest of the mountain, he couldn't escape the feeling that he was destined to toil in the fields, living a life of vanity without true purpose, much like his father.

His thoughts erupted into words as he yelled out, looking at the skies, "Is this how I am going to live? A life without purpose? Will I end up like my father? Will I? Will I!" In response, a still whisper echoed, "Will you?" Not frightened but intrigued, Aric demanded, "Who is that?" The voices persisted, echoing his doubts, Seraph's dismissive words, Agape's skepticism about his potential as a king, and the haunting image of his father before the executioner's blade fell.

Driven almost to madness by the relentless sounds, he stumbled upon a cleared spot in the woods with a burning bush. The closer he got, the more the scent of smoke enveloped him, but he pressed forward. Hypnotized by the beauty of the fire, he watched as leaves fell and burned before touching the ground. The bush stood like a beacon, a solitary flame in the bleak, white, snowy forest.

As he stared into the fire, a voice asked, "Aric, will you?"

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