Anton was forged out of the strongest metal humans could wield, he was as cold as any steel buried under the countless winters of his homeland.
His tongue was harsh with use and his throat forever soar from yelling out dead men’s tales.
He had seen the first and the last fall of snow of our world and he had desperately wished he could’ve seen them all.
When all was wrong, he was right and not even time itself could make such a fact wrong in the face of fate.
No matter the cause, if there was a fight he would be the first to take the punch, battle all that would question his freedom or any foe that crossed his path in a moment of heresy.
He was beloved by all that knew him, a kindness only known deep in the dark blue skies of his eyes, his face barely pink of youth looked more like a child than a soldier birthed and raised for death.
His hair looked like the hay his mother would saw in his childhood fields, a reminder of the privileges he never had.
If he ever wanted, he could have given it all up for peace, but he never gave up on the family he built for himself.
Even when the time came he never went to rest, he stayed on the battlefield until his last breath and he never stopped the fighting against the people he thought were his enemies, even when he came defeated.
He was a comet flying through time and worlds, he was an ardent flame restless and unburnt.
Alive with life and love.
Did you really want to kill yourself until you lost it all ?
Was it worth the pain to lose your pride and sacrifice the first love you’ve ever had ?
Was the monster inside you here all along or did it came with the woman you worshiped till death caught your soul ?
Was he so evidently better as to lead the world to its doom ?
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