David stood to his feet. looking at Gabriel.
"......"
"I still want to save people, Dreadon. I just....can't call myself a hero while doing so. I'm just abandoning the title...I don't deserve it anymore." David said.
(I am the one running Shalor remember?)
"When he was about thirty he had a friend that took their own life, they believed that they would lever have any happy days again in their life, Yharon didn't agree with it, hell, he still doesn't, but he understood why. About five years later he had another friend who was contemplating jumping to their death to commit suicide, and so he told the story I'm telling now and said "If you believe you will never have any more happy days in your life, then jump, I won't stop you or even try to save you. But if you think there is even a chance you will have one more happy day, then come here." That friend decided against taking their own life with those words, went on to life a mostly happy life until they happened to be around the meteor impact even. A hero does not have to be one who is strong and saves people with strength. Yharon, much as he'd claim otherwise, was that friend's hero. I already know he's most likely going to have a discussion with you when you start to lose it again after another mistake, and he's going to bring up that story. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and everyone else, stop with the apologizing and take action to be better, you are King mother ******* Tiger, so instead of walking and being a miserable fawn looking for its mother, turn around and go back to the camp, and start training your abilities, train your focus, train your thoughts, and show Gabriel, Rory, Masayoshi, and everyone else you are trying to improve in front of them!" Draedon spoke in varying tones, but each of his words were like concrete, everything Draedon said he genuinely believed
".........."
)
Lance glanced at David leave.
Lance glanced at the man, slowly craning his neck to look at the abnormally tall being in front of him. His smile faded. he shrunk back slightly but held his ground."Quit the fake smile-" R.O.B stopped moving.
"...I'm not saying you should put up your weapons. But I'm saying be very open to the possibility you may have to fight." He said.
"OK...? What's the problem-" Rory also stopped moving.
From far away a man began to walk towards the group. With each step the man took a large cloud of dust and sand was kicked up in his wake, covering his form. He continued to walk towards the group, his face tense and contorted with what seemed to be anger and rage. But eventually, through the clouds of dust and sand, the man was revealed.
He stood at over 9-feet tall, his gaze piercing through Lance as he looked down at the man. He slowly opened his mouth, his breath hot like that of a mighty flame, and then he spoke.
"Are... you..." The man glared at the phantom magician.
"The one who caused the desert to flatten...?"
His voice held not a sliver of friendliness or kindness, as the man easily saw through Lance's facade as soon as he saw his face. With each second their eyes met, the man was analyzing Lance, figuring out his every move from just the way his muscles twitched and the way the small drops of sweat dripped down his face. He was awaiting an answer.
