~{Sympathy}~

Though, the silver-haired warrior wasn’t going to admit this to anyone any time soon, he felt great sympathy for people who had lost their way, and somehow ended up in the darkest of evils. He could understand how they ended up like that, though. At times, one can strain from the path they chose to follow, and ended up in the deepest of darkness. It happened, but Firion wished he could have helped the people before they ended up that way, even though he knew he couldn’t.

Sighing loudly, he thought of one being in particular whom he had felt much sympathy for — Emperor Mateus. Firion wasn’t exactly fond of Mateus, but he felt sympathy for the man. The man had strained off his path, and ended up becoming pure evil. And then ended up being killed.

Sighing once again, he ran a hand through his silvery locks, attempting to rid his mind of all the images of various people going from excellent people, to people who were insane and longed to take over the entire universe. But of course, they wouldn’t truly leave his mind and his memory, and he would continue to feel sympathy for all of them.

{.Longing.}

Firion glanced skyward, his ember irises watching the fluffy white clouds slowly roll by, feeling an odd feeling of slight longing. Longing for what, though?

Oh, right. To live in a world that is freed from turmoil and discord; replaced with harmony; a world where wild roses could grow and blossom. No worry. No sadness. No loss.

Oh, how he longed to live in that wondrous world that existed within his mind, and in every dream he had.

That never-ending feeling of longing was one of the things that kept him going with his attempt to make his beautiful dream become a reality.

And, thanks to that feeling of longing, it would one day help me achieve his dream of living in a world filled with peace and wild red roses.