This game was a huge part of my life for quite a while. I spent waaaay too much time playing it, but I would never go back and change it. Thank you to Three Rings and all the players who helped me make some very fond memories. This is my final fanfic, and I hope you enjoy it!
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Eren sat on the edge of the Aurora Isles. In the distance, he could see the massive cogs of the Clockworks, slowly turning, powering this massive jigsaw world. Slowly, despondently, he stood up. He turned to the young wolves cub laying in the grass beside him. "So long, boy. Oslo's given the announcement. The Skylark is operational again. We're all heading out of here."
With that, he trudged to the elevator. As it rose to the surface, he recognized strata from his previous escapades.
Firestorm Citadel, where he and his partner Fieler had held off an army of Dreadnoughts so that a couple of rookie knights could escape. He still hadn't got the smoke smell out of his armor. he could almost hear the rattling of their guns and see the eyes of the damned Almirian hordes, forever damned under their master's curse.
He saw the small ever-burning glow of Emberlight. Leaving Cradle meant abandoning the courageous rebels to the full might of the Crimson Order. He sent up a small prayer to Vog, that their spark may never be extinguished.
Eren rose above Candlestick Keep. Even through the inky darkness, he could make out Grimalkins on their endless patrol. Margrel would never rise again.
He watched Moorcroft Manor go by, that mysterious place, the undying hotel.
He passed the graveyard of fallen knights. So many had given their lives in pursuit of a dream they would never see fulfilled. Their monuments would stand, slowly forgotten by the centuries on this alien world.
He passed the Gloaming Wildwoods, the foreboding home of a noble beast. Was it his eyes deceiving him, or did he see three small green dots glowing in the dark?
Even walked into the Arcade. He watched as terminals were powered down one by one until the tower itself shut down. He trudged through the streets of Haven, looking at the once-magnificent guild halls, now empty. Leaves blew through the street.
The Bazaar was also empty. Béchamel was gone. Eren waved a farewell to Greave as he passed by Punch and Vise's booth, also vacant.
The fountain in the Square was no longer running. He walked into the Garden. Even the snipes seemed depressed. He knelt before Monomi, offering a prayer of survival, and of good fortune in the future.
He glanced at the statue of Nick, the friendly Impostocube, before heading to the Skylark.
Many of the knights were excited, but Eren just stood at a viewport, watching Cradle recede. That world of dreams and nightmares, hopes and fears, life and death.
Slowly, reluctantly, he turned away. He set his shoulders and turned, looking forward. Forward, toward his future, toward his home. He was ready now that he had bid his farewell to Cradle.