A Blog Novel Series by Seeker
Graphics by shiroiusagi
Special New Year Chapter
3 YEARS AGO
NAZGUL: …And that’s pretty much it. This really is the best I could do.
SEEKER: I see… Even though I think you’re full of shit, I guess it’s the thought that counts.
NAZGUL: You should know I don’t feel any sympathy for you. You brought this on yourself.
SEEKER: And you should know that I don’t see it that way. I did what was best for TL.
NAZGUL: Now who’s full of shit? You did what was best for you. It had nothing to do with TL. Don’t play that card with me. It won’t work
SEEKER: I’m not playing any cards here. I’m merely stating a fact.
NAZGUL: Facts are subjective. At least, they are when you state them…
SEEKER: Well then, since we have nothing else to say, I better get going. (turns to leave)
NAZGUL: (abruptly stops him) Wait!
SEEKER: (turning) What?
NAZGUL: You should know… I really am grateful for what you did. But… what you did is also unforgivable… And TL is my responsibility, so even though it kills me to do this-
SEEKER: (bitterly turning away) It doesn’t matter. Words are meaningless now. What’s done is done. Goodbye Nazgul… Goodbye friend…
WAXANGEL: Exiled for three years? Holy shit, that’s rough.
SEEKER: Yeah well, beats a perma ban I guess.
WAXANGEL: Damn… We’ll miss you around here.
SEEKER: I left all my unfinished translation projects on your desk. Sorry in advance if it’s all disorganized.
WAXANGEL: It’s cool, I’ll take care of it.
SEEKER: (zips up bag and slings it over shoulder) Well, that’s everything. So… Awkward goodbye or emotional breakdown?
WAXANGEL: (chuckles) No way in hell am I giving you an emotional breakdown. Just go, I’ll see you again anyways.
SEEKER: …A lot can change in three years.
WAXANGEL: TL is your home, you’ll be back.
SEEKER: Yeah… Someday…
WAXANGEL: And who knows? Maybe you’ll start your own organization in those three years. You’ve got the know-how for it and all.
SEEKER: (laughs) Yeah, maybe I’ll change my identity too and just start fresh.
WAXANGEL: Exactly! See? Silver lining and all that shit… Maybe call yourself… S or something like that.
SEEKER: (smiling) Heh, I kind of like that… S…
PLEXA: I wanted to see you off at the door before you left.
SEEKER: Isn’t that against Nazgul’s orders? I thought this was supposed to be a secret exile.
PLEXA: Meh… What Nazgul doesn’t know won’t kill him… How you feeling?
SEEKER: Oh pretty good. You know, aside from the fact that I’m about to leave my home, lose all my friends, and have to leave for a destination that I don’t even know about yet.
PLEXA: (chuckles) Just think of it as a fresh start. And besides, this isn’t for forever you know?
SEEKER: Yeah… Well… I guess I did bring this on myself…
PLEXA: Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.
SEEKER: What do you mean?
PLEXA: Nazgul can’t openly admit it so I’ll say it for him. What you did was brave and noble. And even though no one in TL besides the people involved will ever know what you did for TL, we all appreciate what you did in the end.
SEEKER: Wow… Thanks…
PLEXA: You’re welcome. Basically, I don’t want you to feel like we hate you for what you did. TL is your home and it will always be here for you. Even though you’re leaving, you’re not actually leaving. See?
SEEKER: Plexa… I’m an outcast now… I might as well be the enemy.
PLEXA: You’re not the enemy. You are our friend.
SEEKER: …Thanks… For everything…
PLEXA: Anytime. See you in three years.
SEEKER: Heh… Yeah… Three years…
With that, Seeker grabbed the rest of his bags, gave one final look over his shoulder to TL headquarters, then turned back around, walked out of the gates, and headed into the unknown.
SEEKER: Who’s there?!
SEEKER: Show yourself! I have a weapon!
????: Put that away Seeker.
SEEKER: What the?! How do you my name?
????: I know many things about you. I know you’ve been exiled from TL. I know you sacrificed yourself for TL’s sake but your comrades don’t see it that way. I know you harbor resentment towards Nazgul for betraying you. And… I know you want revenge.
SEEKER: What the hell are you talking about?
????: Unappreciated, unnoticed, and unloved. The three deadly U’s of life. You are one of many victims to them and now you want justice… And I can help you.
SEEKER: …You… Wha… Who are you…?
????: Come with me young one. I can give you a roof over your head, keep you fed, and provide you with all the guidance you’ll ever need. All I ask in return is for just a little cooperation on your part.
SEEKER: Cooperation? With what?
????: A small plan of mine. A plan that has been brewing for quite some time now. A plan that I feel will be complete once you are a part of it.
SEEKER: W-what? I have no idea what you’re saying.
????: I will explain everything in due time. Make a choice Seeker. You can go off into the wilderness and try to survive on your own, or you can come with me and I will protect you.
SEEKER: …I don’t… I don’t know…
????: I see. Well then, I wish you the best of luck. (turns and leaves)
SEEKER: …Wait! Wait, don’t go! I… Okay… Fine, I will go with you for now. But I won’t take part in whatever plan you just mentioned. I just… Need a place to stay….
????: (evil laugh) Excellent. I will house you for as long as you like. Let’s just put aside the talk about my plan for another time then.
SEEKER: Uhhh... Yeah, okay…
????: Come then. We have a long way to go and the sun’s about to set. (turns and starts walking)
SEEKER: Umm… Sir?
????: (stops and turns around) Hmmm?
SEEKER: If you don’t mind me asking again… Just who are you?
????: Hmm… That’s a good question. You see, I go by many names… But… For now… Why don’t you just call me S.
HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM PLEXA AND WAFFLES!!!