"So, have you returned?" asked the Vitian, with his star shaped mark. "No. I've come here to speak to you. To plead with you. To not go down the same path I did. And I fear it may be too late..." said the pilgrim. "Fear not. I will never betray the SUN as you have." "That is exactly my point, if you would let me speak." "So you have returned!" "No, just- just let me talk," the pilgrim said exhaustedly. "Fine. But when you see how wrong you are, I will gladly accept you back into Solis Vita, and we shall work together to end the foul Visea and Archon!" The pilgrim scowled. "That speech, that screaming, it wasn't true. It was a deflection." The Vitian uncomfortably shifted his feet slightly in the elephant gray void. "What... what do you mean?" "Deflection. That's what I mean," replied the pilgrim with a steely look in his eye. "What am I deflecting from?" The Vitian opened a portal to his inner-space, ready to pull out a weapon if the need arose. "I never said you were deflecting. You know exactly what I mean, you just refuse to accept it. All of this. Vita, this quest against the Parthult, all of it is deflection." "But the Parthult are evil," the Vitian protested, "You know that's true!" "Yes... I do not agree with their methods. But wanting to end suffering is a noble goal," stated the pilgrim, standing firm. "But that isn't the issue here." "Then what is?" shouted the Vitian, "What is? Because right now, all I'm seeing is a traitor to the SUN!" He pulled a sword out of the portal and lunged towards the pilgrim. "Hex! You're not thinking straight!" screamed the pilgrim. "No! YOU BETRAYED US! YOU BETRAYED THE PILGRIMAGE! YOU CAUSED SOLUS TO DIE!" The Vitian lunged forward, driving the sword closer to the pilgrim, as he leaped back, unwilling to fight. The pilgrim pulled a sword out of his inner-space. "WILL! YOU! STOP! SCREAMING!" CLANG. The swords hit each other, as the pilgrim overpowered the star-marked one and pushed him to the ground, with a sword at his chest. "Please... listen. All this preaching, screaming, it's all deflection from what the real issue is." "And what's that, heretic?" "It's all our fault. We decided to give Krazvalt Comment Adventures. We decided to summon the Visitor and cause the death of 2 pilgrims. We set this all in motion." "If it was the SUN's will, then it was right." "Was it the SUN's will to create death? Destruction? This is our fault and we know it. Everyone we blamed, all of them. They were just trying to do the same as us. Trying to bring peace to a universe of war. Molly, the Mortians, Marquess, Xyliss, Visea, the Archon, even the Overknower. We cannot force the world to bend to our whims. There does not have to be a villain. There is a reason to apologize. Vita was wrong and-" "GRAH!" The Vitian kicked the pilgrim in the legs, causing him to fall over, and be launched back. "You heretic." The Vitian picked up his sword, sprinting angrily towards the pilgrim. The pilgrim, knocked to the ground, flailed his arms wildly to reach the sword. The Vitian was getting closer. And closer. And closer. The pilgrim picked up his sword, struggling to get up. And then, without even realizing... CRUNCH. The Vitian rammed into the sword, falling to the ground. "No no no no no no no no no..." The pilgrim trailed off in panic as the Vitian lied on the ground. "Better to die a villain than become you and die a heretic..." said the Vitian, out of breath. "Just, one thing... can you... take me to Solis.... Solis Vita." The pilgrim opened up a portal and walked in, helping the dying Vitian up. Solis Vita was an old shack, falling apart and covered with small pictures of stars. It was fading away, fast. "Sol... Sol... Sol Nos..." The Vitian stoped speaking. The pilgrim looked down, and frowned. He picked up the letter. The Vitian faded away along with Solis Vita. "Sol Nos Vivificat. Let the SUN lead you..." CandleWorld belongs to
