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“One of these days, we'll be something great.”

The voice broke through the echos of screams lingering in Morro’s ears. He didn’t turn around to face the speaker. He didn’t need to.

Before them stretched a landscape so wide that they could not see the end of it. It was ugly and twisted. Dead trees reached from the ground towards the sky as if it could save them from their fate. The grass, scattered in patches, was an ugly, desaturated brown. Morro knew from experience that it would be so lifeless that it didn’t even bend beneath his feet.

He was no longer certain of how long he had been standing there by himself, recalling his life with a familiar ache in his heart.

“Morro.” The voice spoke again, calling his name.

This time he turned around. There stood his friends. The best of the best, selected by the Preeminent herself. Wraith, for his determination and talent with the blades he donned. Bansha, for her connections throughout the realms and her deadly song. And finally, Soul Archer - not his real name, of course. None of them went by their real name down there except for Morro himself.

He was chosen for his talent in calming the storm that surged Morro’s heart. His level head that combat childish recklessness, his knowledge in the intricate maze that was Morro’s mind. Not even he knew himself as well as the ghost before him did.

“He will recognize your worth,” the ghost reassured, hard gaze softening at the look on Morro’s face. “He will be unable to deny it for much longer.”

Morro clicked his tongue disbelievingly, but did not protest. Instead, he sat down, settling comfortably at the edge of the hill that they stood on. Quietly, the others moved forwards to sit beside him. If he met their gazes, he would’ve seen the concern in their eyes. He did not meet their gazes.

“He never talks about me,” Morro argued, slumping to the side so his head lay on Bansha’s shoulder, seeking the smallest of comforts that his friends could provide. “I left him behind, and he let me die to history. His pupils do not know about me. As far as they are concerned, they’re the first.”

“He will never see who I am. He will never care. And I must learn to accept it.”

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