There was this boy... Well, he's a little older than me now, but he was just a kid when this story started. Something terrible happened to his kingdom... A sickness. He was the only one who survived.
[for all that he has mixed feelings on this person, he does sound sympathetic, somber, as he says that.]
There are magical beings where I'm from, and fairies are particularly powerful. The queen of those creatures saw what happened to him, and took a physical form to come down and speak to him, to offer condolences and an offer to grant him a wish. But when he told her that what he wanted was eternal happiness, the ability to never feel like this again, she said she couldn't do that. He didn't accept that - he hurt her, kept her there until she agreed. I think what she hadn't told him is that... she could do it, but it would come with a cost. But she agreed after long enough, and he let her go. I guess she thought he deserved that cost after what he did.
[chewing on his lip a little - just a little nervous gesture as he gets further into the story.]
He was blessed with perfect luck, perfect happiness, like he wanted. But every moment of that joy created a kind of ripple effect. There needed to be a balance in place, and the balance was... what you saw in that memory. Something that feeds off fear, despair, negative emotions. Something connected to him that got stronger with every person it killed. Once he realized what was happening, he was afraid, and he spent the next few years running. It wiped out the people in every single place he went, until he brought it to our kingdom.
[...]
After the queen granted his wish, she could have stepped in to stop it at any time, but she only saw him lying and running and leaving all that pain in his wake. She never saw anything worth saving. [pauses to just rub at his eyes for a second, blinking rapidly.] But everyone fought to protect me. Everyone - died to protect me, everyone. And she saw that, and she decided even if he didn't deserve her compassion anymore... Maybe the rest of us did.
So she undid his wish, and - that was it. [a beat.] Well, I say that was it, but I'm leaving out some stuff... Nothing too important to understanding the whole, though.
[solely because this tag is already so long i hate fantasy]
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...It's probably better to start from the beginning, but it's a long story. If that's okay.
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[ immediately. ] Take as long as you need - you have my ear.
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There was this boy... Well, he's a little older than me now, but he was just a kid when this story started. Something terrible happened to his kingdom... A sickness. He was the only one who survived.
[for all that he has mixed feelings on this person, he does sound sympathetic, somber, as he says that.]
There are magical beings where I'm from, and fairies are particularly powerful. The queen of those creatures saw what happened to him, and took a physical form to come down and speak to him, to offer condolences and an offer to grant him a wish. But when he told her that what he wanted was eternal happiness, the ability to never feel like this again, she said she couldn't do that. He didn't accept that - he hurt her, kept her there until she agreed. I think what she hadn't told him is that... she could do it, but it would come with a cost. But she agreed after long enough, and he let her go. I guess she thought he deserved that cost after what he did.
[chewing on his lip a little - just a little nervous gesture as he gets further into the story.]
He was blessed with perfect luck, perfect happiness, like he wanted. But every moment of that joy created a kind of ripple effect. There needed to be a balance in place, and the balance was... what you saw in that memory. Something that feeds off fear, despair, negative emotions. Something connected to him that got stronger with every person it killed. Once he realized what was happening, he was afraid, and he spent the next few years running. It wiped out the people in every single place he went, until he brought it to our kingdom.
[...]
After the queen granted his wish, she could have stepped in to stop it at any time, but she only saw him lying and running and leaving all that pain in his wake. She never saw anything worth saving. [pauses to just rub at his eyes for a second, blinking rapidly.] But everyone fought to protect me. Everyone - died to protect me, everyone. And she saw that, and she decided even if he didn't deserve her compassion anymore... Maybe the rest of us did.
So she undid his wish, and - that was it. [a beat.] Well, I say that was it, but I'm leaving out some stuff... Nothing too important to understanding the whole, though.
[solely because this tag is already so long i hate fantasy]