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~Night of Gales~
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Actually, this Epilogue 0 is the very first entry of Saga's profile, but for those with short-memory spans, this here's the repost. :3
Spoiler for Epilogue 0 : Repost:
~ Epilogue Zero : A Memory Revisited ~
Tome of the Night Sky, the 666th Page.
~A war that had no meaning~
It was a line...at the very last page of the Tome of Night Sky. No one understood what it meant, even the Knights for they had been fighting in countless wars.
But that line held the last remnants of the memories that were not to be...
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A battlefield. A battlefield spreading out to the edges of the horizon. Countless bodies pile up the scorched land, deprived of any life. It is clear... there was no winner. One can see fallen knights, fallen mages, fallen familiars, fallen beast... There were no winners in war. That fact has not changed since time immemorial.
Amidst that plagued field of agony, one man... a young man with blood-tainted brown hair like a dye of blood, speaking to another. A man who was clearly at the end's of his life, his body torn apart, his purple eyes losing vision, with only his remaining hand clutched strongly to his sword.
“General…is that you? My eyes…I can no longer see from them…”
He tried to reach out, but he couldn’t. His left hand was still held on to the sword, whiles his other, was nowhere. Torn into bits, there was nothing left of his right.
“Hang in there just a little longer. The healers will arrive soon.”
The young man with black hair spoke calmly without any sense of remorse or worry. He maintained a presence of power even before the dying, but his eyes of black and blood…they were clouded. It was filled with agony, a feeling of powerlessness. The inability to save even one man in front of him.
“If I were to reborn again…I would still want to fight as your Knight. Be it a battlefield of endless odds or even a mere fool’s fight…at your side forever, General.”
“What are you talking about now, Isdera? Didn’t you detest this meaningless war, these battle without pride and honor?” He asked solemnly, not with question or curiosity, but with understanding.
“That’s right. I hate this war. All of us brothers do. The Belka were tossed into a meaningless civil war, and right now, this is price we paid. There is no place I hate more than this battlefield, filled with the stench of death and blood that fills these lands.”
Blood coughed out of his mouth. His sword slowly lost form, but he still spoke.
“This battlefield had turned the ones I love into an enemy, and I had become…a mere shadow of my former self. There is no honor, no code, nothing. I just became a mere tool of war by the rules of society, without any sense of identity, my only purpose to fight and stay alive.”
“Then why?”
“Because of my comrades. My sworn brothers. Because of you.”
Using the last of his energy, he reformed his sword. In its entirety, the Velka sword, shaped like a long crescent moon with a one-sided edge of a katana, fixed with a cartridge system on its sheath, gave out a final glow. He held that sword and raised it high, pointing it to the sky.
“Fighting together as one, cheating life and death… I trusted my life on their hands, just as you’ve trusted yours on mine. Together, with victory and defeat. They are why, even if I lost all of my loved ones… I haven’t forgotten that I am still myself and no one else.”
“General…this is the end of us. I’m sorry to abandon my duty of protecting you, but you must live on. This is the last thing I can do for you.”
Through the sword, he channeled all of his Linker Core’s remaining energy into the sword, giving it a permanent physical form. In return…his body was fading away. He chose to leave behind his legacy as a weapon, with nothing of himself.
“You!” The general was in shock.
“If I am reborn again…I wish…no, I will definitely be reborn again as your Knight. That will surely be the wish of my brothers as well. Because then…we would definitely protect those… we want to…protect.”
“Until then…goodbye…Saga.”
With that, he disappeared, without a trace. The only proof of his existence was the sword he left behind. The general held the sword beyond where he last stood, and promised this.
“I promise you. If we ever meet again, I will take better care of you. I will not bring you to this horrid excuse of a war and let you fight an honorable battle with the greatest of swordsmen. A battle that could truly be considered glorious and epic. I will make sure that you and our brothers will be able to be with their loved ones. The memories of our loved ones will also live on eternally.”
“I promise.”
Well, since reposting is kinda of a cheat, here's a short preview for Epilogue 1. 
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Night~and~Gale: ~ The Final Mythology of the Man who Defied Destiny.
The sleeping lion shall awaken beyond the depths of time, crossing ten billion lights, come to Terra.
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