Well this was it. Black diamond was no more. Equinox has her coronation and everyone was happy. Everyone was happy. Everyone.. was… happy? Void wasn’t. Well, they were, of course. Her friends had their dream futures, the rebellion has gotten what they wanted, she was rid of that /disease/ that turned her into a monster, the fighting was finally over. Oh. That was the problem wasn’t it? All her life all Void did was fight. Her mother fought for their freedom and so did they in turn. Fighting for the rebellion, fighting to be free, fighting for Glow. But all of that was over now. There was no need for a rebellion, everyone was at peace. She wasn’t stuck in a prison, she had her body back. Glow had Raven. It was all pointless. There was no reason to keep going, to keep moving, to keep /fighting/, she could finally rest. But what does a trained seamstress do when there’s no cloth to sew? What does a natural chef do when there’s no food left to cook? What does a born warrior do when there’s no war to be fought? They didn’t know. Her cause, the love of her life, her future… was gone now. So now what? She couldn’t just /live a normal life/ after all that she had seen so what could she possibly do? She had to find something worth fighting for. Her parents were gone, executed, most likely. So she needed a place for herself. They needed a hobby. Art? No, they were never good at it. Music? Could barley tell a C sharp from a G flat. Poetry? Poetry could work. While everyone lived their lives to the fullest she spent every day with a routine. Wake up, try not to remember what the noxessence felt like, what’s the latest news? Check in with old friends. Tear apart your fourth training dummy this week. And write, write, write, til a poem finally felt like it could describe how you felt, finally put what you had been through into words. Never could though. She tried everything, every person, every hobby, every cause that could give her something to fight for. Something to hold on to. But nothing ever stuck like the rebellion did. Nothing ever stuck like Glow did. So one night she settled down, into her small little home, away from everyone, the palace, the prison, everything and everyone that had loved her, hurt her, neither, both or inbetween. And hunched over their desk. They were older now, they’d seen life pass them by and though certainly they had a lot left in them, it gave her time to think. Think about all of it. It’d been so long, it was pointless to be angry with Equinox, pointless to hold onto Glow, pointless to keep trying to find a battle in a time of peace. Maybe she didn’t need to. Maybe… she could start fresh. No more running. No more fighting. No more being /alone/ anymore. It was a new world out there. They could let her scars heal, long after the ones on their skin did. She could learn to smile, even with her awkward fangs. She didn’t have to be a rebel, a fighter, glows partner. She could just be Void. Being Void. That was something to fight for.
“I write this by firelight. The fire we made. The fire of passion, no longer afraid. The fire of lost lovers, the ones we still have. The fire of friendship, a rebellion long past. There’s no use for fighting. There’s nothing to say. She got her kingdom. He walked away. I write this to those Who can’t be here tonight. The ones that I fought for Who fueled this light. But it’s fading quickly, The memories I hold. Now stand only statues, and scriptures in gold. I hope they’re all smiling. I hope they hold hope. My hands are my own now. No need to elope. I’m not skilled in penship My claws made to fight. But my mind is my own now. And my mind says to write.” -Void Varigon, beloved writer and friend.
