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Genre: Music
Date of upload: Mar 6, 2021 ^^
Rating : 4.987 (38/11,389 LTDR)
RYD date created : 2022-03-14T23:50:56.456939Z
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I was at my local Music/Guitar Store the other day and was hanging out outside cause too many people inside...
And what i see at the wall, a big Promo-Picture with Yvette on it. Never noticed. Not sure how long it hangs there also... But that was pretty cool seeing a Picture of her at my local Shop.
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I rested my rusted keyblade down into the soft soil below me, I take a deep breath and gaze into the gorgeous deep blue skies above, my back resting upon my dearly belovedâs keyblade she lost so long ago...
The fight was over. So many were lost. The countless blades that rested next to my own told me... At least I wouldnât be alone when I passed on. I take off my helm, a sorrowful smile stretching across my face... Iâd finally meet my friends again. Iâd finally get to see them after so long.
I take a deep breath... My body growing heavier, the skies getting brighter... Oh, so bright... It was indescribable. How beautiful that light was... How kind and calm it was when it beckoned to me.
Soon, I found myself in a land of endless sea and skies. My footsteps rippled the water beneath me... I was stunned how I could still walk. My eyes widened as I dropped to my knees... There they were.
All of my pals...
Waiting for me... My eyes welled up with tears as I stood up and ran towards them, as fast as my legs could carry me, screaming their names, a heartfelt reunion at long last...
That warmth... That sweet, sweet sensation of a hug where youâve missed someone for so long, the embrace alone is as if a gift from the gods themselves.
My dearly beloved... She looked like she wanted to say, âWelcome Homeâ, but instead... She handed me back my rusted keyblade... She told me how much she loved me, but it wasnât time for my heart to give in yet.
I wanted to stay with her... Her and my friends, yet... My heart bellowed with life. She was right. My heart refused to die. It wasnât ready to go yet. I instead laced my hand through her hair gently, letting it rest on her cheek, telling her... Iâll meet her again one day. When my body grows old and tired, and can no longer fight anymore. Until then...
I would honor their memories.
My body jerked to life. The moonlight astounding, the starry skies above me breathtaking. My breath panicked like I wasnât used to waking up like that...
My heart hammered against my chest, but when it calmed down... I rested my head on the hilt of my keyblade, staring into the nighttime skies above, thankful I was given a second chance. That they gave me a reason to keep going.
I put my helm back on, standing up, gazing out to the empty world before me, my rusted keyblade held close. It was my reminder...
To an old promise I made, and regardless of how bad things got, and how much the blade wanted to break... It held on, through sheer will alone.
There was still so much I had to do. Still so much life left in me... Smiling, with a newfound purpose, I open a portal to the Ocean In Between, and get ready to fly off towards a new adventure.
I take a moment to look back one last time before I left this old world behind... I took a batch of wildflowers growing amidst the silent wastelands and made them into a bouquet to honor my lost friends.
The smile across my face was filled with excitement, yet sadness knowing I wasnât going to see them anytime soon...
I murmured to their respective places before taking off,
âThank you... For everything, you guys, I owe you more than just my life to make sure Iâd survive that onslaught of dark creatures... Weâll catch up one day. Promise. Hopefully by then...? Weâll have freed the worlds from the beings that which plague them.â
The roar of my keyblade glider marked the beginning of my voyage for a new cause... And leaving my old one behind.
A new beginning...
And a new promise.
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@julianpischler9378
3 years ago
Itâs a rarely beautiful piece of music indeed that can make a duck sit so transfixed and silent without incessantly quacking for bread.
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