???'sPov
A wounded human man lay on the ground, blood leaked from his chest he looked up into the sky a the stars and reflected on his life.
He was born into a world of war and death: Arkavia, every 100 years beings of immense power called Primordials would come down to start wars with the other species.
Each species would send arms to fight each other, and after the Primordials were done with there fighting everyone rested for another 100 and the cycle continued.
This was the fate he was doomed to fighting a war that was never his, he was trained to fight at a very young age along with other warriors his age by the time he was an adult he was one of the most skilled warrior among humans.
He was an inspiration for humans as he valued justice and fairness in times of war he grow to be a good a famous general favoured by one of the highest human kings, however with his growing fame came the jealousy and spite of others.
One of his generals whom he loved dearly envied him and sought to take all that he had. He planned on smiting him and leaving him for dead, leaving nothing but the memory of him to remain.
The man who trusted everyone and let his heart blind him to the other general's true intentions foolishly allowed himself to be lead to his demise. That day he lost everything his titles, his power, his life, his love, but most importantly he lost his hope. Hope that everyone had good inside them.
Laying on the ground bleeding to death he laughed hysterically as the man he had loved had betrayed his trust so easly without a second thought. He had no one to blame for the betrayal but himself for blindly trusting the person who only used him for their own personal gain. He closed his teary eyes and embraced death.
He opened his eyes he opened his eyes feeling someone touch his forehead. He found himself on the lap of strange white robed woman. She had a face mask one that completely covered her face one half smiled while the other frowned.
"Seems you've finally woken up from your slumber fallen soldier," the woman spoke with a calm gentle voice,"Who are you? where am I?" The tried to lift his head from her lap but his body did not listen to him.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about anything, just relax and let me explain everything okay," she said the last part as a command rather than a question since his body was currently not his at the moment he reluctantly just let her do what she wanted.
"Good, now let me explain. So basically, you died that's it end of story," she in a cheery tone nonchalantly as she played with his long hair.
"That can't be it!" he said angrily,"Why not?" The woman asked by her tone she was genuinely confused.
"What more could threre be? You died, Arkavia's war with itself will continue and everything you once knew will be gone," the man looked shocked.
"No that can't be it, my home, my family-," she cut him off,"Will be gone poof! Nothing but a memory all of Arkavia is doomed," she said without a single care.
"No! I can't be?" He looked mortified at the woman,"But it can and it is," she shrugged as she started braiding his hair.
"If it weren't for those damned Primordials none of this would have happened the war,my death everything would be fine and maybe I would still have him by my side," a tear ran down his cheek as he continued to rage his heart out.
"Oh yeah heartbreak all that stuff sorry about that, my bad," she seemed deep in thought,"what do you mean?" The man looked up at her confused.
"Well you see I am responsible for the creation of emotions and feelings, and that guy wouldn't have killed you if he never felt envious of you and you wouldn't have trusted him if you never fell in love with him so basically I'm the cause of all your problems, actually this whole war is my fault emotions and feelings were a mistake, honestly don't catch that shit it will ruin you."
"I can second that at least my life is already over so I can't do that anymore," he looked sad as he stared at her mask.
"I know you just had your entire world view shattered and everything but what exactly makes you think the Primordials are to blame?" She tilted her head curious for his answer.
"They started this whole fucking war, making everyone below them do battle while they bicker and fight like children!" He angrily spat.
"I see so that's how you mortals view the situation, well for your information the Primordials didn't start the war someone else did," she said not giving any further explanations.
"What who?" He looked confused at her,"That's a story for another time but this being, no these beings are going to be the end of Arkavia and the people are far too weak to stop them."
"Can't the Primordials just erase them?" He asked,"They are too busy arguing with each other to even realize that the true culprits are right underneath their noses so the world is doomed," she then made sounds mimicking explosions.
"If you know all this then why don't you do something about it?" He asked concerned,"There is only so much I can do without going against the rules darling me even telling you all this is a bit of a stretch," she rested her cheek on her palm.
"What rules?" He looked confused before she put a finger to his lips,"Hush darling, I can't tell you that, however I can ask you this do you want to save Arkavia or not it's your choice."
The man looked perplexed contemplating this question,"I care not for the people of Arkavia any longer however it is my one and only home and I will protect it no matter what" he said with determination.
"Good then I have a task for you, I will send you to another world where you will train and become strong enough to protect the world once you are done there I will return you to Arkavia where you shall protect it from those who seek to destroy it do you accept?"
He looked up at the woman who was no glowing in all kinds of light,"I accept this mission."
The woman took off her mask revealing what he thought was the most beautiful woman alive, she put the mask on his face and it seemed to fuse with his skin becoming one,"This Mask shall be the proof of your task. The mask will be removed once you have finished your task. Now, from this day forth, you shall be the Mediator: Evander—The King of Facades,"
The world around him became a black void of nothing for Evander this void continued possibly for a few minutes then it subsided he looked around and found himself alive and in an unfamiliar land. He had been reborn. Now he was Evander.
Evander's POV
Hundreds of years passed after that, I had stayed in that other world for quite some time training and growing. I did not forany friendships of any sort and only focused on on my given task. I became emotionless in front of others but my world needed me.
That single thought kept me going for all those years. Until I finally returned to my world Arkavia. I expected the world to be in ruin however it had entered an era of peace the Primordials seemingly left Arkavia and it was now thriving.
I sought answers and was directed to lady Lilith she was apparently from another world and was given the task to protect this world as well. She had helped the world rebuild itself and not fall into destruction. She was served by a dark spirit named Alistair he kept Lilith from doing nonsensical things.
Although I was grateful to her Lilith had a tendency to cause problems which I found rather childish for someone of her age. She offered to let me rule instead however I refuse and decided to venture out to the rest of Arkavia.
On my journeys I found a light spirit named Phaenna who was terrorizing a small town. She had lost all of her loved ones during the end of the war. I sympathetized with her and allowed her to follow me on my adventures. Her and I shared one thing in common we never let our emotions show. I considered her a daughter she was the only one I let see my true self.
"Lord Evander what are you doing?" Phaenna crept up behind me she had a habit of doing that,"Nothing just reading this letter Lilith sent me,she was just updating me on the things she is doing she also keeps insisting we come visit her" I leaned back on my chair.
"Lady Lilith seems like quite a character," she said completely void of emotions she was like this even when I first found her so I got used to it even I do the same in front of others.
"She is and you'll get to see her soon you can consider her an aunt if you'd like however she gets on my nerves quite easily," I chuckled a bit.
"Why do you hide your emotions infront of others I have never heard you laugh or even seen you smile infront of any other being except me," she said clearly confused even though no one could tell by the way she spoke.
"Well, a long time ago my emotions lead me to my death I don't want a repeat of that no matter what, this time no mistakes I'll protect this world no matter what it takes and survive," I stare blankly at the ceiling remembering my past.
"But what exactly are you protecting it from?" Phaenna asked me also looking up,"I don't know honestly."
That woman she said those beings are the ones who started the war and now that the Primordials have left they will make their move soon.
This time I won't let anything get in my way I'll be ruthless and serious so that I can survive.
I will survive.
Right...?
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Evander-King of Façades
A warrior once, with heart aglow,
Had everything, or so it seemed to show,
Fame, fortune, power, and love's sweet fire,
But little did he know, his demise drew near.
The one he loved, with trust and blind devotion,
Betrayed his heart, with calculated emotion,
A stab in the back, a wound so deep,
Left him shattered, his soul to keep.
He donned a mask, to hide his pain,
A shield of steel, to conceal his shame,
A heart once open, now locked away,
Behind a façade, of stone and gray.
He crowned himself, the king of his own despair,
Ruling over sorrows, with a heart that's bare,
His faults and failures, his constant refrain,
A litany of losses, that he cannot explain.
His eyes, once bright, with love's pure light,
Now dim and cold, without a fight,
His smile, a distant memory, lost in time,
A melancholy echo, of a love that was divine.
He reigns supreme, over a kingdom of pain,
A monarch of melancholy, with a heart in chains,
His throne, a monument, to love's betrayal and might,
A warrior's sorrow, that he cannot fight.
The mask he wears, a symbol of his reign,
A reminder of the love that he could not regain,
A shield to hide, the tears he's cried,
A king's disguise, to conceal his heart's divide.
Yet, in the silence, when the world is still,
He hears the whispers, of a love that once was real,
A bittersweet reminder, of what could have been,
A warrior's lament, for a love that was lost, and a heart that's been.
He rules his kingdom, with an iron hand,
A just, fair ruler, over barren land,
But deep inside, a spark remains,
A flame of hope, that one day he'll break the chains.