Ok, sorry for the double post, blah blah blah...Here is the second part to the story:

Artist: Demon Hunter
Song: Heartstrings Come Undone
Fiction By: The One_(part2)

Pirogoeth walked with Largo, trying not to think about what happened over the last few days. Even as she fought it, the memories found their way into her thoughts. She saw the faces of her fallen comrades, twisted into a look of mindless hunger. Her first thought was one of joy as she saw her fallen soldiers standing back to their feet to rejoin the battle.

However, her moment of happiness had been cut short as former allies turned bitter enemies. The once dead soldiers began to attack anyone foolish enough to come near them, friend or foe. She tried to fight the tears as the images of Kuith burning to the ground blazed in her mind. Finally, her emotions overcame her. She dropped to her knees, unable to stand anymore, and began to cry.

It's buried deep within the past, I hope it doesn't last
It's something I already chased, I already chased
I try to give it all away, but it's never gonna fade
It's something I don't wanna face,
I don't wanna face


Largo looked down at the blonde-haired girl. She held her face in her hands and wept bitterly. For a brief second he thought to comfort her, to somehow let her know that everything would be alright. However, he knew how false those words would be, and not even he would believe them.

I know you feel it's all the same, but I promise that I'll change
It's something I already chased, I already chased
You know I'm trying to believe that you're never gonna leave
It's something I don't wanna face, I don't wanna face
There's nothing left! The fear is gone


"Stop yer cryin', wench." He said, nudging her with his boot. "Do ya want to attract every beast within the area?"

Pirogoeth looked at him, her eyes puffy and red from the tears. Her face was smudged with dirt and blood, making her appearance that much more pathetic. "How could you be so heartless?" She asked. Her voice shaking with grief and anger. "Can you not see I am mourning the loss of my friends and family?

"Mourn more silently," He replied coldly, "But we must move now, it will be dark soon." Her words hit him harder than he had thought they could. Deep down he knew he should join her in mourning, but somehow the tears would not come.

Oh, my heartstrings come undone
I will wait for you, pray for you
Before I make my final run
I will stay with you, decay with you


After nearly fifteen hours of walking, the two exiles stopped for rest. Largo set out to get wood for a fire. Pirogoeth watched as he walked around picking up branches. Her entire body ached from the strain of walking for so long. She had not slept for the better part of a week now and she was physically and mentally exhausted. Unable to stand, unable to cry, she finally fell asleep.

I know I'm not the perfect one, the pain has just begun
It's something I already chased, I already chased
You bring me to a better path, it's everything I asked
It's something I don't wanna face, I don't wanna face


She awoke the next morning lying on the hard ground. Laying only a few paces from her was a Reahthan soldier, She sat up with a start, looking around desperately trying to remember how she got here. Largo stirred in his sleep, muttering something incomprehensible. Somehow she managed a smile. Even though she was alone in the world, at least he was alone with her. Suddenly, and briefly, the future seemed a bit brighter.

There's nothing left! The fear is gone
There's nothing left! The fear is gone


The tall shadowy figure of a man looked away from the mirror, turning to face a legion of soldiers standing behind him. A woman, possibly in her mid twenties, stepped forward and knelt.

"Go now." Said the man. She looked up at him and nodded. "Don't worry your pretty little head, the pain will soon be over."

Oh, my heartstrings come undone
I will wait for you, pray for you
Before I make my final run
I will stay with you, decay with you

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