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Sunset at Playa Tamarindo, Guanacaste, Costa Rica
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He looked back, still worried he might have been chased, the memories still heavy on his shoulders and eyes, it had been a day after the incident in the bar, but he kept running. Fear? of what? He reached the eastern coast of the island, his coat now merely a pair of robes filled with blood stains and sweat. A large stab wound began to sting on his side as the water touched it.
No. It had been two days. Did he even sleep on that time? The numbness in his arm told him yes, as well as the memory of running on a rainy morning before tripping into a bush, the next vision was that of a mildly sunny afternoon. It was night as he looked at the shore, barely spotting the coast of Calder. A sudden dizziness emerged before he felt the sand on his hair and hands, then the cold water cleaned him. The voices, just memories, questioned his actions out loud, was it too slow? Did he grow attached to those people? The ones who just betrayed him? He lacked information.
Why didn't Int bless him with knowledge? or even Catheron? Weren't they supposed to help him make their will? A sudden glow on his left hand appeared before the mask, that dammed smiling freak, appeared besides him. What did they even want from him? Why extend his suffering?!
He began to question the veracity of his mission… it was still strong. His will? Inexistent. Where to now? Restart it all over again? He just could not, death seemed more pleasant than ever, yet he knew it was just too early for it. He looked up, searching for any sign, any voice. The sea seemed to quiet down as his wounds healed up. He kept looking up before a voice quietly said, almost as if it was fearful of doing so:
"I can hear them complain"
Lucien rose from the sand; it was now early morning, and the first sunlight warmed his tired face. He understood what his goal was and what to learn from this betrayal. It was his fault. He looked at the mask. 'What a childish game I have been playing'. Then his clothes, another click on his mind… it all began to fit together.
Lucien, Victor, Aquilarr, Kiros, Le Fantôme D'Ithania, it didn't matter anymore. He looked up and embraced the sun, the blue sky, the old path, and the new way. The voices quiet down.
Clean boots formed footprints behind him, only to be erased with the waves. A bright smile on his face, a tear on his eyes, a bandage on his wrist. What to do but start over, but this time, he would know what he was dealing with.
He walked back...
"Did I lie?"
"It wasn't their fault"
"I didn't lie"
The mask began to disappear on the clear sand and blue sea.
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