Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20170514033014/@comment-28009263-20170630132546

"No...No...NO...NOOOOO" shouts Wraak. The Rebels have became his only friends in the past week or more and now they were tearing apart. Midas, Randall, Stalagmite...he wasn't sure who will be next. He is devastated. Everyone looks at the dead body of Stalagmite, his last words chant in their minds.

"bring peace...to the world...for me..."

Cinder starts crying, Adder sits on the ground in disbelief, Exedra brakes into tears, Lecias doesn't know what to do. Wraak's mind is full of visions...disturbing ones. He sees himself. He is in a dark place and he could not feel the walls around him. After a while he understood - there were no walls. There is nothing, not even a floor. His legs are floting in the nothingness. He screames, but no sound comes out. He is terrified. He turns to face himself - a one eyed silver-feathered Velociraptor, with blood dripping from his mouth...then from his eye...then from his entire body, until he becomes just a bloody mass. Then, he sees everyone he knows - burned, gutted and teared apart, not in particular order.

He snaps out of his visions. Everyone is doing the same they did before. He steps forward and closes the dead eyes of Stalagmite. He knows they aren't able to bring peace to the world, they never were. It did not matter who the leader was, how many of them were, they just weren't strong enough.

They bury Stalagmite at the Lake Lake's shore. His last words were engraved on the rock he was layed to rest under.