Sight-Infused

The next moment, I felt the wind stop and I couldn’t hear anything. Everything felt eerily silent. I opened my eyes, and I found myself inside some kind of weird dimension. All I could see was the light green color, forming the walls and floors of whatever I was in. Standing beyond me, a light-green shape of a human.

I heard weird noises, the swooshing sound of the wind, but it felt like I understood its feelings. It felt like I could speak with it, so I tried.

“Why are you doing this?”

I voiced my question. But, despite feeling like I said those words, what came out was the sound of the wind. The same, swooshing sound one would hear when the strong winds blew past. It felt like I understood them somehow, as if the wind could speak.

<Help me>

The figure replied, his voice too in a weird, swooshing sound that normally I shouldn’t be able to understand.

But I get it.

It didn’t feel like I’m hearing him, nor did it feel like I’m understanding him through sign language. It didn’t feel like any language at all, for that matter.

But I get it, I understand him, as if our very consciousness was linked, as if our souls were connected.

“How can I help you?”

<I’m rampaging, aren’t I?>

“Yes, you are. You’re going to hurt everyone.”

<... Stop me.>

“Well, if I could do that, I wouldn’t need help in the first place.”

<... You’ll find a way. You are powerful.>

“I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?”

<I made a mistake. I let the negative emotions within me control me. Now I regret it, but I have lost control. Slay me.>

His voice felt cold, like the winter breeze.

No, even colder than that. It felt as if he threw a block of ice directly at me.

<I have a fight with father. I want revenge. I train myself for revenge. Now I have the chance, but I regret it. I saw father protect the others, that was my last chance to return. I felt doubt. Things wouldn’t be this way had I stopped. But I refused. Now, that chance is gone.>

His body was no longer here. His soul had united with the wind. I looked at him. Being in this room with him, it felt calming somewhat. He had locked all his positive emotions here, discarding anything that would prevent him from achieving his goal. This part of him felt guilty, but it wasn’t strong enough to control the other part of him, which gained control over the winds.

This was the true power of the element-infused. Those who locked their feelings inside a room, discarding the feelings that prevented them from gaining their goals. Once they gained their goals, once they became king, they could never return. They ruled their people with an iron fist. If they failed, if their people rejected them, they would never recover. They would be judged for their actions and would be punished.

Some of them, deep down, knew that what they did was wrong, but they could not make amendments. They could not be forgiven, thus they act like they couldn’t.

<You are close with them. Please say something to them. For me.>

“What is it?”

<Thank you. And. I’m sorry>

They want to be forgiven, but their people would not let them.

“Alright.”

The world saw them as criminals, their crimes chasing them even after death.

“I will tell them that.”

But, I believe not all people deserve that fate. Some might never be able to pay back their crimes, some might never be able to fix their mistakes, the same goes to Antonio’s brother. He may never get the chance to fix his mistakes. But even so… for him…

<... Thank you.>

I may not know much about what he did, but I believe that he deserved to be remembered.

To be forgiven.

“Goodbye.”