Don't Cry For Me

Shower (piano cover) - Becky G

It was a decent day. It was a decent day because for the first time in what had seemed like a long time, the brute that walked across the surface of the earth had something ten fold that he hadn't in a long time. Hope. He believed that there was still a chance to live happily in this world. Yes, he was surrounded on all sides by Tyrants. But he was not alone. There was still some light left here. There was still something to be made out of this world. There was one corner that the tyrants couldn't touch. That was the soul. And so long as one still had their soul, Darkness hadn't won yet.

Newol didn't kid himself as he walked, ether, no. The way it sat, Alacritis was one big mess. It was a bloody royal tender box just waiting for something to go horribly wrong. But now he believed that what ever hell may come, he would survive. He would live and see another day. So with that in mind, he walked with his head held high, and a smile on his face, the scent of wild flowers filling his nose as he made his way to the cliff. It was surprising just how much a woman's touch could change a man's soul. Avalon might have thought that he'd saved her, but really, it was quite the opposite. The woman had given Newol something to fight for for the time being. He had someone whom he was absolutely smitten beyond calculation with. And that gave him happiness. It made him believe that this word still had a chance.

When he stepped out into the field, he saw a solid white fea looking out. She seemed like she had something on her chest, and Newol being the creature that he was, he would never tour away from such a situation. Stepping forward, he maintained a respectable distance as his voice rose in greeting. A friendly note in the wind that came off the ocean. "Hello there, friend. I'm not interrupting, am I?" It was a simple, kind gesture. Such was his way.