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       Lelafo
       By: M217 Date: January 27, 2015, 1:32 pm
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       ((Oneshot. This' been an on-and-off thing for about a week, and
       I have sooooo much progress to show for it. Enjoy.))
       The form of the Lelafo loomed huge on the horizon, a living
       mountain of dark flesh and scales, brown-grey and copper, with
       leathery wings that blocked out the sun, more massive than his
       mortal mind could grasp. The vast incomprehensible wyvern which
       stood in the way of all that was right, and all that was true;
       the final obstacle, which if it could only be beaten…
       He wiped his forehead grimly, clearing his eyes of sweat.  He
       hefted his sword in both hands, channeling just enough mana to
       light the blade with dim silver glow.  Small and lonely his
       form, a dust speck against his foe, the light of his sword
       invisible against the Lelafo.
       It wasn’t the most winnable battle ever.
       Gritting his teeth, he charged forward anyway.
       It seemed ages later that he was panting in the middle of a sea
       of ashes, the charred remnants of the powerful wyvern god
       scattered widely around him, flickering like coals with fading
       fire.
       His own flesh was torn and bloody now; would always be scarred,
       from this day.  His body finally exhausted, along with his mana,
       his willpower, his aura, and his soul.
       But the war was won.
       It was over.
       It was done.
       And things would be easier, from now on.  Everything would be
       easier, with Lelafo finally conquered, no longer an obstacle to
       every single DAMN thing he tried to get done.  He could feel the
       relief through his whole body as his clenched will relaxed,
       knowing that it was over, the endless battle finally concluded.
       And then he woke up, eyes blinking away the light crust of sleep
       that blurred his sight of the grey dawn’s light seeping
       through the windows of his bedroom.
       He lay there for awhile, wishing futilely that he could go back
       to sleep.  It was too early, said the shade of blue-grey light,
       the color of 6AM on a weekend.  He would be bleary and weary and
       slow this whole day long, for lack of sleep.
       But he knew by this point, from sad and long experience, that he
       could lie in bed all he wanted, for hours even, and he
       wouldn’t fall back asleep.
       His brain wouldn’t let him. And as he groggily stumbled
       into the shower, annoyed, he thought that he had barely managed
       to pick up the faintest whisper of sound. His brain. It was
       laughing.
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