《Chronicles of a fated tragedy》 One鈥檚 Beloveds Path The kingdom of Zienx lived known for its connection with the Gods. Being the only kingdom blessed by the Gods, the emperor grew greedy. The more the emperor learned about the blessed, the name given to the people that were blessed by the Gods, the more he controlled them. When the emperor came to learn of their immortality, it was a turning point. Everything turned upside down from there. Soon enough the blessing became a curse to families and all. Those unlucky enough to live endowed with abilities would hide away in fear, and at times, shame. If found they would fall into an endless pact of servitude by the emperor. A pact that guaranteed the emperor¡¯s bloodline to thousands of bound soldiers. The emperor chortled in power and thanked the Gods, but the Gods weren¡¯t appeased. Thus,the Gods stopped granting blessings and cursed the emperor''s lineage with short lives. All the ¡®blessed¡¯ disappointed that the Gods couldn¡¯t save them from servitude went insane. They attempted to massacre the emperor''s lineage and caused an all-out war. The worst war Zienx had ever had in which thousands perished. Now not because Zienx had good weaponry. Rather, the blessed noticed they''d harm loved ones due to their servitude. Which in turn compelled them to shift to suicide, seeing it as an escape from servitude. Despite that, the blessed couldn¡¯t end the emperor¡¯s life. They liberated themselves from servitude, making them the final victors. After the war, the emperor set more extreme regulations in place. With these regulations, he assured a war like the Blessed¡¯s retaliation wouldn¡¯t ever occur again. All regulations and abuse towards the blessed changed 500 years ago when Kie showed up in the city. Before his arrival, the emperor at the time, Lin, was committing treacherous actions. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. Kie showed up and acted as he would any other day. He defended himself, stood up for himself, and posthaste became the talk of the kingdom. Yet, as Kie¡¯s crime list grew, so did the greed and obsession of the emperor. The emperor during that time, Lin, was known for his obsession with beautiful things. He took wives, children, and lovers from anyone to add to his collection. Kie happened to be there at the wrong time, and in a turn of events was forced into servitude for years to come. Now he¡¯s still stuck, same deal, same problem, only a different year, different contractor. All the remaining blessed, a slim population, have abilities. All have the gift of everlasting life, although, after the retaliation. They came to see that they can still perish despite their immortality. Meaning in actuality the Gods gifted them with the choice of living. The beautiful writer, Acy, was endowed with Allure. The ability to be oh-so alluring and enticing to others. The God¡¯s indeed treated Acy with love and admiration as they even blessed them with beauty from birth. It may appear so if you don¡¯t come in contact with their infectious tears. Now, Acy despised all these abilities, and never exploited them. They loathed the thought of living what they called a ¡°lie¡±. Furthermore, the cold-blooded general, Kie, endowed tremendous strength and powerful resistance. Such abilities made him the strongest among the blessed, and one of the only who could resist Acy¡¯s Allure. This could explain why they fell in love as it appears the God¡¯s matched them up from the start. Acy鈥檚 Letters Strike Again ¡°It¡¯s been 500 years since you left. You said you¡¯d never leave. It seems that was just another lie that came out of your mouth. Now I wonder if all those years we spent were nothing to you. It does not matter. I¡¯m happier now. Freed from a thorn; those agonizing memories we shared. You," Kie saw scribbles on the word ¡®you¡¯ and scowled, ¡°I hope this letter finds you well. I hope that now you know that my life is better without you, that your disappearance made it better. Don''t you dare return!¡± Kie stared intensely at the dried teardrops on the end of the letter and laughed. ¡°Stubborn as usual¡ªbesides, who said I would come back,¡± he whispered. He held the letter as he reflected on his past, "How disturbing," he mumbled to himself. Then slowly and gently he placed the letter in the fire and watched it succumb to flames. He didn¡¯t write a response back. He didn¡¯t need to. Reading it was enough to shock the soldiers surrounding him. Placing it gently into the fire was a tenderness no soldier had seen. He did too much already; that was enough. The writer, Acy, thought otherwise, for they eagerly awaited a reply. Yearly they¡¯d sit down; and express their emotions on paper, hoping they¡¯d be enough to convince him to come back. Kie walked past the flames and with the soldiers he marched straight ahead. ¡°A thorn,¡± He thought to himself, ¡°I¡¯m no thorn.¡± He didn¡¯t find it possible for him to be a thorn. It made no sense. If he was flourishing without Acy, how could have he been the thorn? Instead wouldn¡¯t have Acy been the real thorn? After all, if he had stayed with them, he¡¯d still be stuck in poverty. The soldiers were not used to these letters arriving; were rightfully shocked to see their commander act this way. There was something so off-setting and terrifying to them about his face being filled with such emotion. Who was it that had the ability to make their commanders face like that? This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. ¡ª--- While Kie wouldn¡¯t ever admit it, he was strikingly beautiful. His dark hair glistened in the sun and swayed from side to side as he marched ahead with his head high. Perchance that¡¯s why Acy fell so deeply in love. The rest of the capital wouldn''t blame them, everyone was wide-aware of the beauty that Kie carried. Acy was likewise without a doubt gorgeous. You can¡¯t tell such facts anymore. Considering that their oyster eyes were as puffy as cotton. Their swollen, bagging eyelids were darker than the sea and their frosty hair was as filthy as could be. Their most alluring feature was their vibrant faint tears. Their faint tears filled their neighbor''s ears for the past 500 years. Soft, pained cries from an angel like them, all they could do was move others to tears. ¡ª¡ª Kie walked into the palace and knelt under the emperor. ¡°May the sun bless the emperor who blessed me with this invitation¡± Kie breathed. Kie knew this wasn¡¯t a blessing, he didn¡¯t feel blessed, rather he felt cursed. He felt asphyxiated and sickened in the presence of the emperor. They never changed, the emperors, they were always as greedy. The emperor grinned, ¡°There¡¯s no need to be so formal, Kie¡± Kie in silence arose. ¡°May I be enlightened with the reason for this visit? Has something occurred at the northern frontiers?¡± The emperor laughed once more. ¡°Straight to the point as usual. I seem to believe you don¡¯t like being here.¡± It¡¯s as if the emperor can read his mind. He doesn¡¯t want to be there, he wants to be somewhere else, with someone else. He cringes at the thought, ashamed of what he thought. silence plugged the room ¡°..Down west in that poverty land, everyone has been crying.¡± ¡°What do you wish for me to do?¡± Kie asked ¡°I order you to stop those tears. Lesta has always been a bothersome land. It¡¯ll be more bothersome if others hear about their theatrics,¡± the emperor growled. Kie nodded and left the palace. He was aware that he had to return to his old land. Where the one he¡ªhe can¡¯t remember. He didn¡¯t think much about it. Why would he have to? The Weeping Land The two-day journey to Lesta concluded sooner than Kie expected. Kie didn¡¯t believe the condition at Lesta was grave, but upon their arrival, he noticed the reality. As he scanned all those crying, he couldn¡¯t see them. Immediately his head glutted with dread as he marched towards the old path. He marched past the dried farmland, rivers, houses with walls, and houses with nothing at all. Nonetheless, he never stopped hearing tears. His ears filled with tears of the unknown until he halted in front of his old home. There he heard the faded tears of his--he doesn¡¯t remember. Gaining his senses, he stared at the house with anger. He heard the faint tears and scowled. How dare Acy trick him once more? How dare they take his mind, who gave them the right? He walked inside, closer and closer to the tears. Then from that distance, he stared. Unknowing he shed a tear. Kie stared so lovingly at Acy but he would never admit it. He felt comfort in their presence but didn¡¯t notice. ¡°Still so angelic,¡± he whispered Acy looked at him. Their eyes overfilled with tears once more, they didn¡¯t know what to do. They were afraid, afraid that he had come to end it all. To end their hope. ¡°How dare you come back!¡± Acy sputtered, they didn¡¯t mean to say that. They didn¡¯t want to squabble, they desired to hold him tight, at least once more. ¡°Isn¡¯t this what you wanted? Isn¡¯t my return what you kept asking for?¡± Kie enunciated heartlessly. Acy¡¯s eyes overfilled once more with tears, sinking Kie¡¯s heart to his stomach. He didn¡¯t want to make them cry. He didn¡¯t want to. ¡°These tears aren''t for you, not anymore!¡± Acy hollered. They knew they were lying, those tears were for him. They knew they couldn¡¯t let him go, so why were they quarreling again? They didn¡¯t want this. Not anymore. Kie looked at Acy''s tears. Why were they like this? He didn¡¯t understand why they didn''t admit the tears were for him. Kie walked towards Acy and held them by the collar, ¡°you¡¯re so fucking stubborn, simply admit it! You haven¡¯t forgotten me! You¡¯ve been pestering me for the past 500 years. Don¡¯t you dare tell me these tears aren''t for me.¡± Kie stared at their puffy eyes. Not being able to help himself, he held their face, ¡°Have you cried every day?¡± he asked calmly. He didn¡¯t get a response but he could feel their tears caress his back. He messed up again. Why was he holding them? Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. Acy wrapped their arms around Kie, they couldn¡¯t help it. They knew that this wouldn¡¯t last, they knew they couldn¡¯t lie to themselves but they wanted to hold him again. That is all. ¡°I''m sorry¡± Acy muttered while brushing their tears. Why were they apologizing? Acy didn¡¯t know what they were doing, it seemed their body acted without forewarning. Kie skimmed them. What could he say, what right did he have to talk? He didn¡¯t find any, all he ever did was wound them. All he does hurts them. In the distance, someone clamored, Captain! Captain! Once he heard this, Kie rose up and withdrew Acy from his embrace. Acy wasn''t stunned, they looked at Kie softly as if awaiting an order. Kie didn¡¯t want to get up. He wasn¡¯t sure why. He didn¡¯t understand why it felt so wrong to leave them on the floor and let them go. He did it before, he did it all the time, but why does it always feel so wrong? ¡°Over here.¡± Kie exclaimed. At full tilt, a soldier emerged from the darkness. His hazel brown hair and his glistening lea eyes differentiated him from the room. Yet his astonishment was no different from the room''s shared feeling. The soldier stood observing the surroundings. The more he examined, the more confusing it got. A bewitching lean figure on the floor and his stony commander¡¯s back drenched. He could still see the marks where the figure had held. The faint marks where the figure had embraced their captain. Kie glanced and immediately recognized the soldier. He had forgotten for a second that Acy was still on the ground; for that second he had alleviated himself of guilt. Even so, when he gazed at the floor, Acy was there. Waiting. ¡°Ria, what¡¯s the situation outside?¡± Kie questioned. He was trying to change the topic, he was attempting to divert himself but why? He didn¡¯t understand why he cared so much. He loathed this. ¡°Tranquil! No tears, we¡¯ve concluded our mission,¡± stated Ria, ¡°we can leave.¡± With that said, the room stood in silence. The ambiance turned sorrowful. It remained this way for some minutes until Ria walked out due to the suffocation. Kie knelt down near Acy. He wasn¡¯t sure why. It felt right at the moment. He held their face then slowly and gently kissed their cheek. Greedily he embraced them and placed his head on their shoulder. ¡°I¡¯ll be back, I promise so don¡¯t cry¡± He reassured. Acy nodded and smiled as they watched Kie walk out again. They weren¡¯t sure why they believed him again, but they did. Perhaps it was love. Believing despite past betrayal, giving second chances. At least that¡¯s what Acy thought. Beloved鈥檚 Chosen Path Kie returned to the capital and resumed following the emperor''s orders. Meanwhile, Acy waited at home for him. Yen, a blue-eyed, moss-haired confidante of Acy and hater of Kie. Once wondered why Acy never gave up on Kie but then he discovered that it was Kie who never let Acy give up. Kie would come back and give Acy false hope, then leave again. This time the same had occurred. He didn¡¯t think it was fair. It wasn¡¯t fair. ¡°Are you not going to cry anymore?¡± Yen questioned. ¡°I won¡¯t. He said he¡¯d return, so I should sit idly.¡± responded Acy. Acy wasn¡¯t sure why they trusted Kie so deeply, it felt right. They felt they had to. It was okay, they told themselves that it was just false hope, just some false hope to look forward to. Still, at that point, they weren¡¯t sure if it was false hope. Perhaps it could¡¯ve been real. Yen felt it was messed up how comfortable Acy looked saying such bullshit. He didn¡¯t get it. How could someone be so attached? He¡¯d never know, he never got the time to ask. ¡°You can¡¯t trust him, Acy. He abandoned you for years. He can do it again.¡± Yen affirmed. ¡°He wouldn¡¯t! He promised this time.¡± Yelped Acy. They told themselves that it was just false hope, just false hope, false hope. Yet how many times did they have to repeat to themselves that they¡¯d never be happy? Why couldn¡¯t they be happy? It wasn¡¯t fair. ¡°Acy. Please just let him go, he¡¯s not good for you. He makes you cry and it¡¯s just so hurtful to see you cry, unable to do anything.¡± Yen knew Acy wouldn¡¯t agree but it was worth a try. Yen thought that perhaps someday he would have convinced Acy to let go. Someday. That someday was cut short. Acy didn¡¯t learn to let go, they couldn¡¯t. They whined and whined, telling Yen that they couldn¡¯t let Kie go. They didn¡¯t understand why they were so miserable. Why couldn''t they be happy or why the Gods had blessed them with nothing but unhappiness? If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. They felt it was unfair. They cried and cried but no one else could help, all they did was cry with them. They thought that the Gods indeed chuckled from above. They couldn¡¯t see how anyone could live this way. How could they keep living this way? The thing is, they didn¡¯t. They closed their eyes one day and hung themselves dry. Finally, they thought that it was fair. The Gods had blessed them with death and in the end closure. They didn¡¯t have to think about letting go anymore. They could finally rest. Yen couldn¡¯t do anything, all he could do was watch. Watch as their friend hung as they couldn¡¯t let go. He also didn¡¯t think it was fair. It wasn¡¯t fair that Kie had never given Acy closure, how it wasn¡¯t fair that the Gods never responded to his prayers. How now he¡¯s the one who is alone. Another one left by the Gods to hang dry. That¡¯s what they both did in the end, they hung dry. Yen felt it was nice to hang dry together so in some way they both didn¡¯t perish alone. ¡ª- Kie was following orders. He traveled, digging tombs wherever he went. He didn¡¯t enjoy it. The thing he loathed the most was when Acy drifted around his memories. He loathed that. He didn¡¯t comprehend why Acy was in his head, or who gave them the right to be in his head. ¡°Fucking hell,¡± He muttered. He couldn¡¯t forget Acy. He used to do it effortlessly, he could overlook it all but now more often than ever he remembers them. A constant reminder of the one he left behind, the one stuck in his mind. He simply wanted to forget. All the soldiers turned and glanced at their captain. These curse words astounded them. It was an emotion their captain rarely showed. Words he rarely used. Kie overlooked the stares and resumed marching. Despite this, he couldn¡¯t rid Acy of his mind. The memories kept flooding, so much as his concern for Acy¡¯s well-being. Evidently, the Gods were listening; at that moment a letter arrived. The last one. When Kie opened it, he broke down. Losing all the cool-headedness he had. At that moment he looked back at the memories, his feelings, his regrets, everything. He thought that now he was lost but he had always been lost. Why did it take him so much time to notice? He wondered why the Gods were so unfair. Why couldn''t he have been given a better ability, one where Acy would still be breathing? He doesn¡¯t like the Gods but this one time he hoped that he could blame them for his incompetence. Rid himself of some guilt and try to forget that he was at fault. What else could he do now? He lost his purpose. He lost them. There was nothing left in this treacherous world. No God would have listened to his prayers, the Gods abandoned them long ago. In the end with his favored weapon, he sliced himself, ridding himself of life. Possibly, in the afterlife, reincarnation, perhaps then he¡¯ll meet Acy again. Would he love them? Would they be happy this time? He didn¡¯t think about this, he simply felt agony and wanted to see them again. The future will tell in the end. Whether the Gods will bless them with happiness.