Guardian of Dying Dreams

The piercing ring of a shattering sword drowned all else out. All around the swords owner, the world... his world... was silenced at once in its wailing cry, while the windows and doors of countless towers and and buildings, once so grand and mighty -once filled with mirth and happy song- gaped at him with lightless eyes.
He looked to his left, and found there no comrade. To his right; but found not his faithful friend. They had already fallen. He had already failed them.
His gaze returned in sorrow to his broken blade, and then to the bloodied piece of cruel-edged steel that had shattered it. His eyes traced a reluctant path from the weapon to its wielder, whose eyes burned brightly in malignant triumph.
He had failed.
The end had come.
The boy dropped to his knees as he saw the world around him begin to crumble to ash, the wind picking up viciously to carry it off in clouds behind him... Yet still, all was silenced. He slumped into a sitting position, now helpless to watch as his home, the trees and towers and pleasant places which he had so long and lovingly crafted, faded into oblivion and blew away as dust in the gale that now assaulted the landscape.
Last of all, his eyes met again with those of his enemy. For a moment his gaze was locked upon the face of the destroyer of his world, a face that was eerily similar to his own. Nay, a face that was his own.
That sickening thought churning his gut, his head dropped into his knees and he released a single great sob of remorse. The muffled sound of buildings crumbling reached his ears then as the malignant sneer of his victorious foe seemed to burn his very soul. Then a tear rolled down his cheek and fell to be blown away by the gale, and even he began to lose himself, bit by bit, to the breeze.



I was feeling rather down for whatever reason, and so I just started sketching... and the sketch turned into a drawing. And I felt fine after putting some strokes on paper. The story actually came to me while I was drawing it, I think that it could turn into a full story if I ever took the time to try.
The runes are Norse and read "Ragnarok Has Fallen"
...OnlyImayhavemisspelledtheword"Ragnarok."
Anywho, please tell me what you think!


Art and story (c)
Please do not use without permission.

Pencils: 2H, H, HB, B, 2B, 4B, 6B, and 8B; and a blending stub on sketch paper.