Scenario:Freyr - Never-Ending Night

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Never-Ending Night

Freyr moves from battlefield to battlefield to save his fellow primal beasts from skydwellers. One day, a primal beast is attacked by residents of a village it has always protected. Freyr rushes to save his kin but is too late, and the primal beast falls into eternal slumber. As Freyr mourns his kindred, a boy appears and says that he wants to save all primal beasts.



Broken fragments of glass lie among the mountains of glimmering gemstones that scatter the land.
Light flickers feebly across the pieces of glass as a single man kneels beside them, sorrow deeply etched on his face.
Freyr: Ah... The core has already been damaged beyond repair.
Freyr: Yet again, I was unable to make it in time...
A mere shadow of a beast lies buried among the scraps of metal and rock. The primal beast Freyr looks sadly at his fallen kin, slowly closing his eyes.
His elegant face contorts into an expression of pain as he reaches out to touch the vulnerable core fragment.
Nameless Primal: Mortals are... kind, warm, weak...
Nameless Primal: Because they can be broken... so easily... I thought, I need to... protect them. And yet...
Freyr: ...!
The voice flows into Freyr's mind, along with a memory of the fallen primal beast's last moments.
Burly Man: Whoooa! I've never seen such high-quality gemstone in my life!
Slender Man: A body of precious stone... Guess the rumors about primals were true after all.
A multitude of people surround an unresisting primal beast, baring their blades mercilessly.
These men belong to a village for which the nameless primal beast supposedly serves as a revered guardian.
Slender Man: And just like they said, it's not putting up a fight at all.
Slender Man: I mean, I know we're doing it for our village... but attacking something so one-sidedly doesn't sit well on my conscience.
Burly Man: We ain't got anythin' else we can sell. Without money, we can't even move elsewhere.
Burly Man: Besides, if this thing's really our guardian, I'm sure it'll understand. It's s'pposed to protect the village, right?
The primal beast gazes at the men with pleading eyes as sharp blades rush ruthlessly toward it.
Nameless Primal: It hurts... It hurts... Stop...
Nameless Primal: It hurts... Please, stop. I just want us to get along, like we always have.
But its voiceless cries never reach the villagers.
The primal beast is beaten, slashed, stabbed. Even so, it does not forget its role as guardian, refusing to lay a finger on its assailants.
As its life dwindles with each swing of a blade, crystals fall from the primal beast like tears.
Burly Man: Huh? What's this?
The men notice a glint from within the wounded body of the beast and stop their attacks to peer at it.
They see a glowing core—the very life of the primal beast.
Slender Man: A jewel? No, more like... a glass sphere.
Burly Man: Tch, no use for that. Guess we don't hafta be so careful then.
Nameless Primal: ...!
Burly Man: Augh! My... head! What is this?
Slender Man: H-hey, look up there!
Just as the man shouts this, a light abruptly falls from the sky and smashes into the ground.
Slender Man: What the... Is this guy a primal beast too? What's he doing here?
Freyr: You dared to wound my kin... Having you suffer even the cruelest of deaths would be too kind.
Burly Man: Wait! It's not what ya think... We had no other choice!
Slender Man: Y-yeah! This primal beast's our guardian! It's supposed to sacrifice itself for the sake of our village!
Freyr: How far will you continue to mock us? I shall bestow pain upon you, in the same way you have defiled my kin!
Thinking of nothing but themselves, the men point their blades at their new target.
But soon, what escapes their mouths are not the hungry calls from moments ago, but howls of misery as the villagers meet their ends.
Freyr: ...
Freyr: Such tragedy... If only I had heard your cry sooner, kindred.
Freyr bites his lip regretfully. The faint light of the dying core in front of him flickers.
Nameless Primal: Mortals are weak. Their bodies, their hearts... Everything is weak. I have to protect them.
Nameless Primal: In exchange, they kept me company. They gave me flowers, and gifts of song.
Nameless Primal: I loved them. I was sad when they hurt me, but still, I...
The primal beast breathes its last words. The core's glow grows dull, and its crumpled body finally disintegrates until it is no more than dust.
The end of an allegedly immortal primal beast, as it falls into a wakeless slumber.
Freyr: ...
Freyr: You are just like him... How did you come to fall under such influence of skydwellers?
Freyr: My friend was the same. He fell into the clutches of skydwellers, and became blinded by them.
Freyr: Mortals are foolish, disgraceful creatures. This has never changed—not over hundreds or thousands of years.
Freyr: Just as conflict continues to rule these skies even ages after the War, when the Astrals have long left this place.
As Freyr whispers this to the core fragment in front of him, a distant memory surfaces in his mind.
Memories of an unforgettable day, long ago, when he lost an irreplaceable companion.
Freyr: It only took once. Over the many centuries in which we had been alive, he mingled with skydwellers just once.
Freyr: To us immortal beings, a single moment is shorter than a blink of an eye. And yet, it was such a short-lived moment that changed my friend forever.
Freyr: He told me he could no longer slay mortals, his majestic figure reduced to nothing more than a degenerated fool.
Freyr: A soldier has no worth if he cannot fight. Finally, my friend vanished one day, wrenched away from me.
Freyr: I could not forgive the skydwellers that deceived my friend and stole him away, nor could I forgive myself for having let that happen.
Freyr: My hatred faded not even after the War. I continued to fight on the battlefield, determined not to let the skydwellers take away another one of my kin.
Freyr: Kin who are being taken advantage of. Kin forced to battle, and kin who are continuously oppressed.
Freyr: I worked ceaselessly to save all of them from falling into the hands of skydwellers.
Freyr: Yet...
Returning to the present, Freyr casts his gaze down at his own hands.
Freyr: And what fruit has my labor bore? I was only able to save but a handful of my kindred.
Freyr: Much time has passed since. Now, conflicts arise between mortals, between mortals and primals—even between primal beasts.
Freyr: In order to save my kin, I must slay my other kin. In order to save my kin, I must also save skydwellers.
Freyr: Through the long passage of time, this neverending battle has warped my objective.
Freyr: Ah, my friend... You now lay in eternal slumber, far beyond my reach.
Freyr: Could this be my punishment? My punishment for having allowed the skydwellers to take you away?
Freyr: I left my lifelong companion to die, and now I must forever wander these skies—a place filled with nothing but avarice. That is my punishment.
His words drip with grief and despair as they fade into the silence.
Freyr: This road which I walk, within the dark where dawn never breaks... I can bear it no longer.
Freyr's long-contained thoughts spill out of him.
Still, with no one to answer to his cries, the primal beast has no choice but to continue his endless journey, until his very existence is one day reduced to ashes.
He closes his eyes resignedly.
???: Shall I put an end to it for you? This neverending nightmare.
Freyr: Who are you?
At the unexpected voice, Freyr turns to find a boy looking at him with a smirk on his face.
???: I can do it. I can save all the primal beasts in these skies. But in order for that to happen, I'll need your assistance.
???: If you agree to help, I promise that I'll erase all the pain and sadness so that no primal beast will have to suffer ever again.
The boy's confident words flow out of him like a song. His smile widens as he extends a hand toward Freyr, offering a way out of the darkness.