Thaidakar the Ghostblood

Thaidakar. Was that his name? Drifting across the plane of the void, he thought about it. Yes... that had been his name. Somewhere behind him was the ruined city and the dragons still perhaps chasing him, though halfheartedly at this point. Somewhere was the clinic, and somewhere was her corpse. And... yet... he didn't care. He was in his dragon form once again, having left the archive. His wing was healed now. All of his friends were still alive. Friends. Yes, he had those. Memory filtered in like a warm light, chasing away the shadows. What had been there since day one was revealed, the dusty remnant of evil blown away. Thaidakar sensed an old friend. He'd hated her... "Lies," he whispered with a short laugh. A tear fell through the abyss, touching some unseen planet. Power rippled through him, threatening to take over and corrupt him entirely, like it nearly had at the city. Resolve grew in him. "I will find her." Many years passed and his friends would never see him again, yet they would, on occasion, hear of a mysterious traveler having visited someone in the clinic, asking for a drink or for bandages. Thaidakar never said hi, for he knew that this part of his life was over. Finally, after he had searched all over the universes and beyond, Thaidakar found the last bit of his old life. There was the old spren, sitting on a balcony, sightlessly looking over the city. There was no hope in that cryptic's pattern, it was slow and melancholy. Abandoned. A spike of guilt surged through him, but he suppressed it. He was doing good now. He sat beside the cryptic. The pattern grew faster, then slower as she noticed Thaidakar. Thaid took the cryptic's hand and said "I'm sorry for leaving you... I'm sorry for not listening." The cryptic was silent, sullenly looking down. "I'm sorry, old friend, I'm sorry for doing all those things to you, I'm sorry for breaking our oaths, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" When there was no response, Thaidakar continued, "I've been searching for you, for years. I need you. When I was in that heck hole of a room with that drink, you were still there for me. I have come because I want you to come with me, away from this place to the next adventure." Silence. "She's gone," His voice cracked, "It's time we both accept it. We need to move on. Come, let's go." He reached out his hand, standing. Hopelessness filled his mind as he started to turn. Perhaps he'd been wrong to come. A cold hand touched his. A voice, old, weary, dusty said, "Truth..."

A brief explanation of this. There were a lot of things that were gonna happen, but I accidentally deleted my outline, so we're getting this a lot sooner than I expected. TLT is the best. What happened next was neither recalled nor remembered, for something changed in TLT. Sitting on the ledge of the cliff, a creature without name and without purpose, smiled as the sun crawled down into its bed. It was done. Corpses lay behind him. Two stood near to him, chatting faster than the wind. A sword was in the creature's hand. A Plotblade, broken by what had done. And, with it, the Prophesies were gone. As the wind that had once been, never to be seen again. No-one could be controlled! No-one's fate could be altered by someone's foreknowledge! And, perhaps, on one rainy night, a father might be able to save his daughter when not restricted. Brighton was fading, and with him was the last memory of what had begun so long ago... Eof probably would know, but perhaps not. Finally, the two behind him ceased their arguments and one put a hand on Brighton's shoulder. Mythos found that his hand was rippling through misty shadows. Brighton turned, "This world is free. Free from what I have done, from what we all did. Thaidakar, Zara, prophecies.. they are gone. Balance is no more, Mythos. You will not become him." Mythos quivered, "I... I'm..." "You could've been," Brighton said with a smile. "Valerian, you were as a son to me. Goodbye." To Michael: "You are so similar to me. Stop yourself before it is too late." And he was gone. Michael left soon after, leaving TLT. And Mythos? Mythos found himself in the study of Thaidakar's old mansion, sitting in the old chair. A thought rippled across his mind and he regarded it with a smile. Giving it voice, Mythos said, "I own the future." "No," said an answering voice behind Mythos. There was a chuckle and a hand ruffling Mythos' hair. "Everyone (non personified) does now." One Week Later. Thaidakar stood and washed his eyes over the sun kissed landscape. It was done. It was finished. His computer sat on the ledge, the last few lines remaining to be written. Was this it? Was this the end? He had avoided telling the story, really telling it. Yet... yet this was the ending. He didn't want to end it. Didn't want to say goodbye. Didn't want to do the last page. The curtain was drawing to its close and all the players had their final moments. A motion from the conductor of the orchestra brought forth the final chords. Tension rose as the main actor, Thaidakar himself, raised his hands and sang his final ballad. A testament to his performance and what it had meant. "And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way."

(just so noone's confused, I mean "no, I won't respond, I sense I've made a mistake of some kind.")

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Yeah, that makes sense. If you haven't been on in awhile, that's fine. I cackled when I saw the word "conservative" next to "Sharders giving reputation points" and kinda knew that you at least haven't been much involved with the Status Update culture.

Yes. 10/10. Fire.

Real.

Fair lol. I think it's a good idea in some ways, but also a bad idea in a lot of others. It has merits, but it has downsides. There are lots of ways an argument for it or against it could go. lol that's fair too. I like him, for a good lot of reasons that I won't go into rn.