Nikolai had expected that this would come sooner or later in one form or another. Endings come to all things, even a life now as lost and wretched as his. And yet, as he pondered his own destruction at the hands of some 'thing', he could not help but feel something stir beneath his plumed breast.
Was this... fear? Self-regard? Peace? Perhaps this true danger would stir him from this torpor. Perhaps he would learn to fight. To stand against this menace and be a leader as he had done during the Feather War. Or, not.
Still, he was excited. But for redemption? Or... oblivion?
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