I Refuse to be a Named Character

Part 8

STAB!

Fetter screamed in agony as Lucien silently stabbed him in the stomach, pulling out his sword to stab him again. Finally his screams turned to whimpers, and he slowly curled up in the pool of blood and bile that drained from his many wounds.

Finally, having killed those he needed to kill, Lucien turned towards his beloved once more. He knelt on the floor, ignoring the blood soaking his pants, and slowly gathered her in his arms, hugging her to himself.

"The truth is... you were never unimportant. You were never a nameless side character. From the moment you threw yourself in front of that whip to save a defenseless boy, I had named you in my heart. " He laughed, an agonizingly sad sound.

"I'm sorry. I know I should have just let you go. But I never truly did. I was so excited to see my bracelet on your wrist. Even when you gave it back... I was just happy you cared enough to come after me to protect me in the desert. I told myself that I was happy if you were safe and far away, but the truth is, I selfishly wished you were by my side." Tears obscured Lucien's vision. "I was so happy when you came back to me. Joined this final test at my side. So foolishly happy that you chose to wore my token again."

Lucien reached out a hand, brushing a blood soaked strand of hair away from his beloved's face.

"Should I tell you your name? It's a little late, I know... too late for everything. But I have to say it at least once right?"

"..." The terrified crowd watched on silently, held at the blade by Lucien's men, but he ignored them.

"The word was first told to me by my mother. It's from the desert, a term for one's soul mate. She told me that I could call the love of my life by this name, because it meant 'beloved.'"

Leaning in, Lucien whispered quietly.

"I love you, Amia."

Laying her down gently, Lucien stood up and shouted towards the sky.

"IF THIS IS A STORY, A FANTASY, THAN THERE HAS TO BE AN AUTHOR. CAN YOU HEAR ME? YOU GOT IT WRONG!! SHE IS NOT A NAMELESS SIDE CHARACTER! SHE HAS A NAME! SHE CHANGED EVERYTHING! "

He raised a fist towards the ceiling. "YOU HEAR ME?! SHE'S NOT A MINOR CHARACTER YOU CAN KILL OFF LIKE THIS! SHE'S THE MAIN CHARACTER! THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS!"

There were light mutters from the crowd at his crazed shouting, but he continued to ignore it.

"If you don't save her, than it's because you don't care about this world." Smiling, he picked up his blade once more. "So I'll destroy it. I'm the villain right? This world you made. I'll kill everyone and everything, and set the world on fire. What use is this awful broken world you written if you can't even keep her here?! I'LL DESTROY IT!"

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"...I'LL DESTROY IT!"

I watched silently in a pure white space, all my focus on the floating orb which showed Luke as he threatened to destroy the world.

- It seems like you are loved very much, Amia.

A bodiless voice spoke up, seeming almost amused.

"I'm glad you find this funny."

-Poor Lucien, he tried so hard to be the hero for you, but it looks like he'll become the villain again.

I stared at his face, my heart breaking, my hand reaching out on its own as if hoping to touch him.

-You can still save the world, you know?

I paused, looking around me. "What do you mean?"

- I mean you have a choice. The voice sighed. This world is broken; I've known it since I first made it. The royal family was supposed to bring peace and order... instead they became mad and twisted, killing for sport or no reason at all. Even the more reasonable ones like Graham and Lucien became broken, unable to trust and destroying those around them.