An Odd Story of Man and Magic. A fantasy RP. (FINISHED)

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Astien walked with the bat in his arms until he came to a small clearing. He leaned against the trees and slowly sank to the ground. He looked up at the moon, high and bright in the sky. Someone had once told him that Faye wanted to remain close to her beloved mortal, so a small part of her became the moon. "Faye, beautiful goddess... What is wrong with me? Why am I so empty and sad?" No response came from the moon. Astien wasn't sure if or why he was expecting one. "Faye, no matter what I do, I just... I'm always..." He started to tear up, and the bat looked at him.

"What is the purpose for my life, Faye? I have none. Goddess Asana says the purpose for life is family, but my sister is dead, and my son may be dead in my womb." Tears silently overflowed from Astien's eyes. "Tamara says it's love, but I have none. Ganas says knowledge and the pursuit thereof, but all that's done is lead me to this point. I've never had the strength that Oromara or Saaltelos spoke of." Astien slowly began choking on his words.

"All of these reasons to live... I have none of them. Faye, what should I do?" Again, no response. Who am I even speaking to, he thought. "Cormac has all of these things. I can't help but be jealous. I'm sorry, goddess." Tears rolled down Astien's face like a small waterfall.