Lorenzo
The pirate was about to launch yet another attack when he suddenly stopped. Hmm, not even a scratch. Damn, this was quite the conundrum. "I see, it must be a magic barrier." He noted, and yet something was wrong. No, a magic barrier should react one way or another to a full power barrage like that. Whoever was responsible for it had to be absurdly powerful, or the spell was more complex than he thought.
Well, such things were beyond his expertise. If brute force wasn't going to break it, all that was left was to use that. He gripped his sword's hilt, clenching his sword as hard as he could, and yet he couldn't unsheathe it. His body trembled at the sight of the door, no, at the sight of his failure.
At this moment, he wasn't scared of the door or the prospect of using his ship, but failing.
And he felt small, truly small, before the barrier before him. But the truth was, that barrier was all he had. Once he surpassed it, whether by breaking, overcoming or simply avoiding it, he would come back to where he began. He would have nothing once more, but as long as he had that wall before him, as long as that fear overwhelmed him, he had something.
Every man fears something, no matter how strong or beautiful one is. To live means to conquer your own fear, and the one who stands atop the world does not need any fear. Most men resided on one, extraordinary men reaching closer and closer to the top. But if Lorenzo truly had to define himself from the bottom of his heart, he would say he was a minus. This is why he wanted more, to fill that void in his heart.
Only then would he become a zero, something beyond less than nothing, and only then would he be able to become something. But as long as that minus filled his soul, he could never be free. That minus being his own weakness. Which is why he had sworn he could never show others that fear.
And yet, he couldn't go forward. Because the truth was, he was afraid from the beginning. The moment that sank in, the flames that were once so intent on destroying the barrier gave in. No, he wasn't strong enough. Even worse, he was still afraid. Even now, he still couldn't overcome himself, he couldn't overcome his fear!
The pirate gave up completely when he realized that. Even a door, who had no fear, was greater than him. But not forever. He had less than nothing, but not forever! He mustered his strength and nearly gave in, but he finally touched the gate with his bone fingertips.
"Are you free?" He asked, to which he received only silence.
I guess a door isn't so much for conversation.
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"Worthless."
And with that, he climbed the wall, slowly but surely gaining altitude as he worked on his footing. He couldn't give in. Even if he failed, even if he died, he had nowhere else to go, nowhere else to be. So he would search it here, where is heart led him, for the something that would turn him into nothing.
