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Once upon a time, or maybe twice....
there was a boy who was told that if he did not make the ultimate sacrifice death would come, and swallow the world.
Of course, he was sad, and angry and resentful- why me, he would bemoan the fates. Won't my friends miss me?
Will my sacrifice really matter?
But, the fates being fates, would not tell him.
He was scared too- who wouldn't be, knowing the very date and way one will die?
So he lived as well as he could until the allotted time ticked down, and when the day had finally come he of course laid down his life- he was only a boy, certainly, but he had within him a dignity, and a sense of irreconcillable duty.
Who was he to change fate? and so he died.
What was terribly sad was death, as ever, could not be held back by the death of one boy.
It went away, for a time, true, but these little things like armaggedons have a funny way of finding loopholes in every clause, and rescheduling themselves.
So, was the boy's death completely pointless?
Once upon a time, or maybe twice....
there was a boy who was told that if he did not make the ultimate sacrifice death would come, and swallow the world.
Of course, he was sad, and angry and resentful- why me, he would bemoan the fates. Won't my friends miss me?
Will my sacrifice really matter?
But, the fates being fates, would not tell him.
He was scared too- who wouldn't be, knowing the very date and way one will die?
So he lived as well as he could until the allotted time ticked down, and when the day had finally come he of course laid down his life- he was only a boy, certainly, but he had within him a dignity, and a sense of irreconcillable duty.
Who was he to change fate? and so he died.
What was terribly sad was death, as ever, could not be held back by the death of one boy.
It went away, for a time, true, but these little things like armaggedons have a funny way of finding loopholes in every clause, and rescheduling themselves.
So, was the boy's death completely pointless?