urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mithoscruxis Vinheim Castle Mithos Yggdrasill 2006-10-23T21:32:09Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mithoscruxis:641 2006-10-23T21:32:09Z 2006-10-23T21:32:09Z He was... confused.<br /><br />One moment, he was battling a group who wanted to overthrow him, even though he was trying his hardest to get things right, and then... he died. His Cruxis Crystal had been destroyed, his soul had been broken, shattered, with it. Yet... here he was. He had a body, he had his Crystal, but he had none of his former companions. Kratos, Yuan, Martel... He already missed them, yet barely moments ago he felt anger, rage, completely negative to his two remaining 'friends', but now he felt lost without them. He sighed, and decided it would be best to look around the place for now. As he stood up and brought out his wings, he was shocked to find that he was feeling the one thing he hadn't felt in over four thousand years.<br /><br />He felt bored. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mithoscruxis:300 2006-10-08T10:55:31Z 2006-10-08T10:55:31Z Treno ...My fingers are cold...