Dante's History
He couldn't remember how many times spring followed autumn. He wasn't happy with the birds and sunbeams that settled on his hard shoulders for brief moments of rest. He is a stone statue, a four-armed statue by an unknown artist, standing in the forests of Wilheim since time immemorial. The indifferent giant, armed with spears, had carried out this strange service for dozens of years in the snow, rain, and wind - he didn't care at all. Sometimes wars broke out nearby, or a careless traveler started a big forest fire �?? no emotions. The statue simply didn't have them! So the years passed until one girl collapsed on the pedestal.
Her face was wet with tears, and her clothes were stained with blood. But even in this state, it was hard to ignore the beauty of the stranger. But the statue towered over her in silent indifference.
The lifeless body sprawled at the base, breaking the idyllic forest landscape. The pale skin of the stranger, crimson spots on her dress - everything seemed foreign, terrifying. The stone warrior stood by as an unconcerned statue.
The girl's eyes suddenly began to move under her closed eyelids, a trickle of blood at first timidly, and then boldly flowed from the corner of her mouth. The bloodied lips forced themselves to whisper: "Leticia... Robert... baby Jocelyn... Mom, Mommy!" A single drop rolled down the statue's cold cheek. Had it started to rain?
"Sweet home, my betrothed... where are you?" continued the wounded stranger in a hoarse, broken voice. "The darkness destroyed everything I loved... Now he wants... my soul..." The statue's hand suddenly trembled, as if it were alive. Had time weakened the ancient stone?
And then the trees that grew nearby fell as if they had been knocked down. Instead, the image of a tall, statuesque woman in black robes appeared and slowly took on physical form.
"Ah, there you are, my dear! she said with a little grin and took a step forward. I hate Wilheim, and you're the last survivor.
"Sylfide..." the girl responded through the pain. "No matter how much you steal our lives and souls, you will not be satisfied with them, because you are empty... The Spawn of Darkness will forever suffer from hunger..."
The woman in black frowned and something that looked like a black lightning bolt appeared in her hands.
"Perish!" she shouted and pierced her victim with lightning.
Blood splattered in a bright streak on the statue's pale stone, and the girl fell, her hands wide open. In her open palm rested a medallion in the shape of a heart with the name "Dante" faded from time.
At the same moment, the weapon in the hands of the statue flashed with an unbearably bright light. The statue shuddered, shook its head as if remembering something, and then swiftly raised one of the spears and hurled it at the killer. With the second spear, the job was done. The stranger sank to the ground, looking around in amazement, and then gave up her physical form.
The stone warrior, until recently only an ancient statue, stood for a long time over the dead body. Then he picked up the medallion, stroked the dead girl on the head, straightened up and said: "Someone else's pain touched me, made me alive. But it is better to be a statue than to take away feelings, lives, and souls. I don't know who the deceased girl was, but I will be a continuation of her memory. I will call myself Dante and I will fiercely oppose all who encroach on others, extinguishing their lights!"
