Caesar*

I wondered, was it me who survived, or was it he who chose me?
Why did his hand reach out to me from amidst the fangs of chaos?
And why did the blade turn red in my defense?
He was never one of those tales told ... neither a shining knight, nor a trustworthy heart. He was night incarnate in human form. A shadow with a pulse.
And yet ... what a miraculous catastrophe that was in that moment. As the world crumbled to ashes, nothing illuminated the darkness but him...
It was the light that shouldn't have been.