Our Legacy - Episode 13

Silence... silence... silence...

Death... death... death...

I woke up today thinking yesterday was a dream.

I woke up today thinking that I'd see you.

Instead, what I saw were unfamiliar faces.

Instead, what I saw was a white ceiling. 

A blank canvas... where one could paint their feelings.

A blank canvas... where I could see us smiling.

Someone came to my side, forcing what seemed to be a smile.

What is there to smile about, I wonder?

Do they smile because I'm alive?

You are healing, they say. 

Perhaps, but have you checked my soul... I ponder.

Can you walk, they ask.

No, I cannot. 

No matter, they say, we can help you.

Down the stairs they take me.

Where is my beloved?

The stairs feel cold and so do the walls.

Where is my beloved?

Everything is grey. Why aren't there any beautiful colors?

Where is my beloved?

A ceremony takes place outside. 

It's a beautiful day.

I see friends. I see comrades. I see soldiers.

I see everyone... but them.

Where is my beloved?

My arm holds around a man who supports me. 

I ask him questions he dare not answer.

Perhaps a resolution lies within the scenery.

Caskets. Everywhere. On shoulders. 

I count them, yet I look around.

Was yesterday a dream?

One...

Where is my beloved?

Two...

Where is my beloved?

Three...

Where is my beloved?

Four...

Where is my beloved?

Five...

Where is my beloved?

Six...

Where is my beloved?

Seven...

Where is my beloved?

Eight...

Where is my beloved?

Nine...

Where is my beloved?

Ten...

Where is my beloved?

Eleven...

Where is my beloved?

Twelve...

Where is my beloved?

Thirteen...

Where is my beloved?

Fourteen...

Where is my beloved?

Fifteen...

Where is my beloved?

Sixteen...

Where is my beloved?

Seventeen...

Where is my beloved?

Eighteen...

Where is my beloved?

Nineteen...

Where is my beloved?

Twenty...

Where is my beloved?

Twentyone...

Where is my beloved?

Twentytwo...

Where is my beloved?

Twentythree...

Where is my beloved?

Twentyfour...

Where is my beloved?

Twentyfive...

WHERE IS MY BELOVED?

TWENTYSIX...

WHERE IS MY BELOVED?

TWENTYSEVEN...

WHERE IS MY BELOVED?

TWENTYEIGHT...

WHERE IS MY BELOVED?

WHERE IS MY BELOVED?

WHERE IS MY BELOVED?

WHERE IS SHE!?

WHERE!?

WHY DO YOU CRY!?

WHY CAN YOU NOT ANSWER?

WHY I SAY! 

WHY!

Twenty...nine...

Twenty...nine...

Twentynine...

And they're sorry for my loss...

If only I could turn back time...

And I can... but my beloved... I am too weak.

They come for me now, like the inquisition. 

MAHA AZIM, they say, YOU ARE ORDERED TO REPORT TO GENERAL ARCADEUS MARA.

They come to ask questions I have not the answers for...

They come to ask why I live when others die...

They come to ask why I am not... thirty...

They come to ask...

But I also have a question... my beloved...

How does a man... a man capable of killing The Necromancer... know my name?