Heroist
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Klin walked through the city, lost in thought. Suddenly, he remembered that he had left his crown on the table with the cleric, but to his relief, he found the artifact on his head – apparently, the undead body retained some ingrained habits. Finding a damp bench in the shade of a bare tree, the warrior, unafraid of getting wet or catching a cold, took his solitary seat, opened his diary, and skimmed through the first pages.
"The name given to me at birth is Klin. My calling is to serve Her Highness. My old interests and passions are shrouded in darkness, but my current ones are to serve Her Light."
The fog gradually dissipates, revealing the outlines of his native settlement. He felt as if he had forgotten the way home forever, but now the path he had traveled in the past is clearer than the summer sun.
"Since I saw the princess, I have forgotten the faces of my parents."
The veil of darkness clears slightly, allowing him to glimpse the faces of his Kre'dei kin. It will take months, but in the future, he will be able to clear this image in his memory.
"Sometimes I see a familiar face, but I cannot distinguish the details."
A sudden thought strikes his mind, but he pushes the delusion away.
"I will never forget that meeting. It was then that I finally realized to whom my soul, heart, and body truly and eternally belong."
If his heart had not stopped beating three months ago, it might have burst now. He still couldn't remember the details, but now, instead of righteous reverence, his mind was gripped by a cold anxiety. A curse? – a mad thought flashes through his decaying consciousness. No, that's impossible. No one would waste a single spell point on someone like him. Perhaps it was self-suggestion? That sounds plausible, but is it possible? The cleric simply enchanted his dark soul with light magic, that's all.
Klin gets to his feet and continues on his way. In essence, has anything really changed? He still has a job and a mission, and a possible cure as a reward for his efforts. And yet... the world somehow doesn't seem the same. He feels a longing for freedom, which he has been deprived of for many years. And with each passing minute, this exhilarating feeling grows, overshadowing his consciousness with the suffocating fear of losing his own will again.
The knight's first impulse is to rush away from the capital, back home to his family and loved ones. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the dead shell freezes the flow of overwhelming emotions, cooling the turbulent river of restless thoughts.
First and foremost, he has a duty and obligations. He wants to help the person who suffered because of him. And his best chance of a cure still lies in the hands of the princess. Neither his personality nor his character has changed after that fateful meeting with the patriarch. Only one thing is different: now, instead of someone else's desires, even if only for a short time, his own desires prevail in his heart.
***
Unconsciously, Klin finds himself walking in the direction of the villa. The knight turns down two houses and reaches his new home. He stands thoughtfully at the threshold for a moment, then, with an effort of will, breaks the stream of thoughts and goes inside in search of Sanex.
"The name given to me at birth is Klin. My calling is to serve Her Highness. My old interests and passions are shrouded in darkness, but my current ones are to serve Her Light."
The fog gradually dissipates, revealing the outlines of his native settlement. He felt as if he had forgotten the way home forever, but now the path he had traveled in the past is clearer than the summer sun.
"Since I saw the princess, I have forgotten the faces of my parents."
The veil of darkness clears slightly, allowing him to glimpse the faces of his Kre'dei kin. It will take months, but in the future, he will be able to clear this image in his memory.
"Sometimes I see a familiar face, but I cannot distinguish the details."
A sudden thought strikes his mind, but he pushes the delusion away.
"I will never forget that meeting. It was then that I finally realized to whom my soul, heart, and body truly and eternally belong."
If his heart had not stopped beating three months ago, it might have burst now. He still couldn't remember the details, but now, instead of righteous reverence, his mind was gripped by a cold anxiety. A curse? – a mad thought flashes through his decaying consciousness. No, that's impossible. No one would waste a single spell point on someone like him. Perhaps it was self-suggestion? That sounds plausible, but is it possible? The cleric simply enchanted his dark soul with light magic, that's all.
Klin gets to his feet and continues on his way. In essence, has anything really changed? He still has a job and a mission, and a possible cure as a reward for his efforts. And yet... the world somehow doesn't seem the same. He feels a longing for freedom, which he has been deprived of for many years. And with each passing minute, this exhilarating feeling grows, overshadowing his consciousness with the suffocating fear of losing his own will again.
The knight's first impulse is to rush away from the capital, back home to his family and loved ones. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the dead shell freezes the flow of overwhelming emotions, cooling the turbulent river of restless thoughts.
First and foremost, he has a duty and obligations. He wants to help the person who suffered because of him. And his best chance of a cure still lies in the hands of the princess. Neither his personality nor his character has changed after that fateful meeting with the patriarch. Only one thing is different: now, instead of someone else's desires, even if only for a short time, his own desires prevail in his heart.
***
Unconsciously, Klin finds himself walking in the direction of the villa. The knight turns down two houses and reaches his new home. He stands thoughtfully at the threshold for a moment, then, with an effort of will, breaks the stream of thoughts and goes inside in search of Sanex.
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