[TEXT] [TRANSMISSION ORIGINATING FROM: LIEGE'S FORTRESS]

[4_toteachus]

[He can hear it out there, the fighting and the screeches of the monsters. It's an all too familiar sound, and it takes every ounce of courage Four has to not find a blanket to curl under and stay there forever. Four has a spectacular memory, and he remembers everything he saw during the last days of humanity. He remembers those sounds so clearly that they almost match the distant explosions of battles being fought. The only thing absent here is the screams of dying humans, and his family.

The choices he has are either to give in to his crippling fear, or try to do something.

But what? He has no illusions about his size, and what possible help can he be anyway? He's a chronicler, a librarian. The most he can do is to record what's happening as they happen. Four wouldn't be worrying so much if it weren't for the fact that he had made friends recently, and he'd very much like to keep those.

At the very least he should see if they're alright.]

I am not a very courageous person, but I do not fear for myself during this time.

I fear for all those who are brave enough to fight those monsters.

My only hope is that all of you will be alive and well in the end.

I wish I could help.




can someone tell me a story?

Comments

[sword_redemption]

[Drift very well may take it up with him....until he realizes how small he is.]

When I can't fight anymore.

[Driftlogic ftw.]