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Weight of the Fallen

[Intro] One metal hit. A hollow ring rolling through the dark. Crystals flicker like dying stars, and I’m standing here, breathing slow, trying to remember why I’m still alive when so many better than me aren’t. [Verse 1] You were meant to save us once. All of you… trapped in these shards, caught in the moment you still believed the world could be held together by courage alone. Your souls are gone now— burned out, scattered. But your strength… your strength still clings to the stone, calling my name like a duty I never asked for. [Refrain] “Armian… take what we were. Be what we cannot. Stand for the fallen.” Your voices scrape like metal on bone, heavy, ancient, pressing into me like armor I don’t know how to wear. [Verse 2] But I’m just a warrior. A gnome with a flickmace and a stubborn spine. I hit things. I protect my people. That’s all I ever knew. Hero? Maybe. Maybe not. Doesn’t matter. I’m the one who steps forward when something threatens my kin. That’s enough. It always was. [Bridge] I wasn’t meant to lead. I was just the strongest left alive. I wasn’t meant to train others. I just did it because someone had to. I’m no legend. I’m no chosen one. I’m a tired gnome in a world that keeps asking for more than I have. [Refrain] “Armian… champion of the fallen… unite the lost blood of the First World… carry us forward.” Your light pushes into my bones, like a weight or a promise or a curse. [Verse 3] How am I supposed to be what you want? How do I become the shield for all who fled the First World and found only ruin? I don’t know. I don’t know anything except this: If something threatens my people, I break it. One swing. One breath. One choice. That’s who I am. That’s all I’ve ever been. [Outro] Kallak… what am I supposed to do with this strength? Is it mine? You deserve it more than I ever will. I owe you my life. Take it, if you want. Or… am I meant to become the legend my ancestors whisper about? I’m no hero. Or maybe I am. I’m just an ordinary gnome in an extraordinary world. My problems could always be solved with a weapon— but this… this is something a weapon can’t fix.