I… I won’t give up…” The First Hero slammed his fist on the ground. “The Demon King… he must disappear from this world…”
Skul’s eyes darted from the Demon King to The First Hero… his father… What could have happened to turn such a great man into… this? Skul wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to plead for his father to stop, but he didn’t have vocal chords. He could only stare heartbroken as he watched his hero… his flesh and blood curse the only friend he knew.
“Dirty demons… you always persevered… Obsessed with peace at the prospect of your demise…” The First Hero glared at the pair of children with nothing but pure hatred. Once again, Skul’s heart shattered.
“Peace?” A dry chuckle left the fallen hero’s lips. “You never kept your promise.”
No! Skul wanted to shout. The demons had never broken the treaty. The Demon King would talk about it sometimes. Skul didn’t always understand what his friend was saying, but he gathered enough from his ramblings to know that he never wanted to start a war with Carleon. The little skull shook his head frantically, trying to deny the man’s claims. The hero only scoffed at the gesture.
“Cease your pitiful denials. You may think that you weren’t harming anyone, but the people of Carleon always lived in fear,” The hero growled before hacking up a mouthful of blood. “To think I almost believed you. That things would be different this time.”
Skul silenly watched his father as tears started to form in his eyes. The First Hero slammed his fist on the ground again and looked down.
“I was wrong. You lot don’t even have emotions,” Skul could feel every bone in his body ache and shiver as he heard his father’s voice start to shake. “If you understood us humans, you wouldn’t have done such a thing. You all disgust me.”
Skul gripped his scythe and started to float forward but stopped himself as The First Hero started to stand.

“Human emotions… ironic, isn’t it,” The man started to laugh. It was a bleak, hollow laugh. “Didn’t you see them? Those horrendous masks.”
“The knights are rotting in their narcissism… the alchemists have forgotten the sanctity of life… and the occult… they believe they are gods,” The Hero spit out a drop of blood as he took a step forward. “All of them are despicable. Utterly deplorable.”
It hurt. Skul felt a gnawing pain in the empty cavity behind his ribs as he listened to his father. He wanted to tune it out. To ignore what he was saying and go home with his friend. But he couldn’t. He was hooked on what his father was saying. His true feelings.
“Even though humanity has sickened me to my core… even though this world’s cruelty knows no bounds… I will protect Carleon. As long as one person is left alive, I shall do my job, for if I am gone, there will be no one,” The broken man clenched his fist. “Because… because I am a hero. And as a hero… I will kill… and I will fight until there is no demon left in this land…”
“I… will protect Carleon at any cost,” The hero’s voice rose, but Skul could only see a shell of a man underneath his eyes. With no words left to be spoken, the hero charged.
It was pitiful, honestly. The hero was still strong, but against the Grim Reaper and the Unnamed King, The First Hero might as well have been flailing aimlessly at his son. Guilt welled up in the young skeleton as a ground slam sent his father flying across the room and crashing into a wall. Skul slowly walked towards the Hero, sword in hand.
“Is… is this really the end?” Blood flew from the hero’s mouth as Skul stopped before him. “After all these years… I can’t believe I lost…”
If Skul could sigh, he would. He finally fulfilled his dream. He’s saving all of demonkind. But why does it feel so hollow? Where was the joy that was supposed to swell up within him?
“If only I saved them back then… we could have lived happily ever after,” The hero looked down, too ashamed to even

we could have lived happily ever after,” The hero looked down, too ashamed to even look a demon in the eye. “None of this would have happened.”
“I… I’ve lost,” The hero looked up at Skul. His defeated eyes threatened to crack Skul’s ribs. “Please, skeleton. If I have one last request… Please spare the citizens of Carleon…”
Skul grabbed the head of the fallen king and tore it off. The royal garments faded into motes of light as he threw it aside. He held his hand out and the scroll within his body started to glow. In a flash of light, his own skull appeared in his hand and he stuck it on his head. He took two steps forward and nodded to the hero.
“Those eyes…” The hero dug in his pocket and took out a small picture. Skul barely had to peek over to see that it was a picture of him… a young boy who dreamed of being a hero. “They remind me so much of my son’s… I really should have spent more time with him.”
A single tear rolled down the hero’s cheek as he slumped over. Skul lowered his head. Even though he caused all of this, the little skeleton couldn’t help but pay at least a little respect to his father, his idol, and his hero.
“Skul!” The skeleton turned to see the Witch pick up the Demon King. “Thank the gods I’m not too late! Quick, we need to get out of here!”
Skul took a look at the hero, then back at the Witch.
“Oh… you still have something to do, then,” The Witch said, a hint of pity in her eyes. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Just… don’t die, okay?”
When Skul nodded, the Witch nodded and vanished. Skul then knelt down in front of the corpse of the First Hero and grieved as the castle crumbled around him.
“Skul!” The Witch ran up to the damaged skeleton as he limped his way through the disheveled walls of the Demon King’s castle. Repairs have already begun, but they have been getting more and more expensive.
“Skul,” Skul looked up as the Demon King walked towards him. The two stood and looked at each other for a second before the Demon King pulled his

“Human emotions… ironic, isn’t it,” The man started to laugh. It was a bleak, hollow laugh. “Didn’t you see them? Those horrendous masks.”
“The knights are rotting in their narcissism… the alchemists have forgotten the sanctity of life… and the occult… they believe they are gods,” The Hero spit out a drop of blood as he took a step forward. “All of them are despicable. Utterly deplorable.”
It hurt. Skul felt a gnawing pain in the empty cavity behind his ribs as he listened to his father. He wanted to tune it out. To ignore what he was saying and go home with his friend. But he couldn’t. He was hooked on what his father was saying. His true feelings.
“Even though humanity has sickened me to my core… even though this world’s cruelty knows no bounds… I will protect Carleon. As long as one person is left alive, I shall do my job, for if I am gone, there will be no one,” The broken man clenched his fist. “Because… because I am a hero. And as a hero… I will kill… and I will fight until there is no demon left in this land…”
“I… will protect Carleon at any cost,” The hero’s voice rose, but Skul could only see a shell of a man underneath his eyes. With no words left to be spoken, the hero charged.
It was pitiful, honestly. The hero was still strong, but against the Grim Reaper and the Unnamed King, The First Hero might as well have been flailing aimlessly at his son. Guilt welled up in the young skeleton as a ground slam sent his father flying across the room and crashing into a wall. Skul slowly walked towards the Hero, sword in hand.
“Is… is this really the end?” Blood flew from the hero’s mouth as Skul stopped before him. “After all these years… I can’t believe I lost…”

If Skul could sigh, he would. He finally fulfilled his dream. He’s saving all of demonkind. But why does it feel so hollow? Where was the joy that was supposed to swell up within him?
“If only I saved them back then… we could have lived happily ever after,” The hero looked down, too ashamed to even look a demon in the eye. “None of this would have happened.”
“I… I’ve lost,” The hero looked up at Skul. His defeated eyes threatened to crack Skul’s ribs. “Please, skeleton. If I have one last request… Please spare the citizens of Carleon…”
Skul grabbed the head of the fallen king and tore it off. The royal garments faded into motes of light as he threw it aside. He held his hand out and the scroll within his body started to glow. In a flash of light, his own skull appeared in his hand and he stuck it on his head. He took two steps forward and nodded to the hero.
“Those eyes…” The hero dug in his pocket and took out a small picture. Skul barely had to peek over to see that it was a picture of him… a young boy who dreamed of being a hero. “They remind me so much of my son’s… I really should have spent more time with him.”
A single tear rolled down the hero’s cheek as he slumped over. Skul lowered his head. Even though he caused all of this, the little skeleton couldn’t help but pay at least a little respect to his father, his idol, and his hero.
“Skul!” The skeleton turned to see the Witch pick up the Demon King. “Thank the gods I’m not too late! Quick, we need to get out of here!”
Skul took a look at the hero, then back at the Witch.
“Oh… you still have something to do, then,” The Witch said, a hint of pity in her eyes. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Just… don’t die, okay?”
When Skul nodded, the Witch nodded and vanished. Skul then knelt down in front of the corpse of the First Hero and grieved as the castle crumbled around him.
“Skul!” The Witch ran up to the damaged skeleton as he limped his way through the disheveled walls of the Demon King’s castle. Repairs

有人吗？有人吗？有人吗？

27号又多了一篇

我……我不会放弃的……”初代勇者把拳头重重地砸在地上。“魔王…他必须从这个世界上消失…”
小骨的目光从魔王身上转移到初代勇者身上……他的父亲……到底发生了什么事，让这样一个伟大的人变成了……这个样子？小骨想尖叫，想哭泣，想恳求父亲停下来，但他没有声带。他只能心碎地看着他的英雄…他的父亲诅咒他唯一认识的朋友。
“肮脏的恶魔……你总是锲而不舍……对死亡前景的和平念念不忘……”初代勇者瞪着这两个孩子，只有纯粹的仇恨。小骨的心又一次碎了。
“和平？”一声干笑离开了倒下的英雄的嘴唇。“你从来没有遵守你的诺言。”
不要！ 小骨想大喊。恶魔们从未违反条约。魔王有时会提起这件事。小骨并不总是明白他的朋友在说什么，但他从他的漫谈中收集了足够的信息，知道他从未想过要和卡里昂开战。小脑壳疯狂地摇头，试图否认男人的说法。男主角只是对这种姿态嗤之以鼻。
“停止你可怜的否认。你可能认为你没有伤害任何人，但卡里昂的人民总是生活在恐惧中，”英雄咆哮着，然后满嘴鲜血。“想想我几乎相信你。这次事情会有所不同。”
小骨静静地看着他的父亲，泪水开始在他的眼睛里形成。初代勇者再次把拳头重重砸在地上，低下头。
“我错了。你们这些人甚至没有感情，”小骨听到父亲的声音开始颤抖，他能感觉到自己身上的每根骨头都在疼痛和颤抖。“如果你理解我们人类，你就不会做这种事了。你们都让我恶心。”
斯库尔握紧镰刀，开始向前漂浮，但当射杀劫匪号开始站立时，他停住了。
“人类的情感……很讽刺，不是吗，”那人开始大笑。这是一种凄凉、空洞的笑声。“你没看见他们吗？那些可怕的面具。”
“骑士们正在自恋中腐烂…炼金术士们忘记了生命的神圣…和神秘学…他们相信自己是神，”英雄向前迈了一步，吐出一滴血。“他们都是卑鄙的。完全可悲。”
很疼。小骨听着父亲的话，感到肋骨后面的空腔一阵刺骨的疼痛。他想把它关掉。忽略他说的话，和他的朋友回家。但是他不能。他被他父亲说的话迷住了。他的真实感受。
“尽管人性已经让我恶心到了极点……尽管这个世界的残酷无止境……我还是会保护卡里昂。只要还有一个人活着，我就要做好我的工作，因为如果我走了，就没有人了，”心碎的人握紧了拳头。“因为……因为我是英雄。作为一个英雄，我会杀戮…我会战斗到这片土地上没有恶魔存在为止…”
“我……会不惜一切代价保护卡利恩，”英雄的声音提高了，但小骨只能在他的眼睛下面看到一个人的躯壳。没什么可说的了，英雄冲了上去。
老实说，很可怜。英雄依然强壮，但是面对死神和无名国王，初代勇者还不如漫无目的地朝他的儿子挥舞手臂。当地面砰的一声让他的父亲飞过房间，撞到墙上时，年轻的骷髅心中充满了罪恶感。小骨手里拿着剑，慢慢走向英雄。
“难道……真的就这样结束了吗？”当小骨停在他面前时，血从英雄的嘴里流了出来。“这么多年过去了…真不敢相信我输了…”
如果小骨能叹息，他会的。他终于实现了他的梦想。他在拯救所有的恶魔。但是为什么感觉这么空洞？本该在他心中膨胀起来的快乐在哪里？
"如果我当时救了他们…我们就可以从此过上幸福的生活，"英雄低下头，羞愧得甚至不敢直视恶魔的眼睛。“这一切都不会发生。”
“我……我输了，”英雄抬头看着小骨。他挫败的眼神威胁要打断斯库尔的肋骨。“求你了，骷髅。如果我有最后一个请求…请宽恕卡里昂的公民…”
小骨抓起堕落国王的头，把它扯了下来。当他把皇家服装扔到一边时，它消失在光的微粒中。他伸出手，体内的卷轴开始发光。在一道闪光中，他自己的头骨出现在他的手中，他把它贴在他的头上。他向前走了两步，向英雄点了点头。
“那双眼睛……”男主角在口袋里翻出一张小照片。小骨几乎不用偷看就能看到那是他的照片……一个梦想成为英雄的小男孩。“它们让我想起了我儿子的很多事情……我真的应该多花点时间陪陪他。”
当英雄倒下时，一滴眼泪顺着他的脸颊滑落。小骨低下了头。尽管这一切都是他造成的，小骷髅还是忍不住对他的父亲，他的偶像，他的英雄致以起码的敬意。
“小骨！”骷髅转身看到女巫抱起了魔王。“感谢诸神我还不算太晚！快，我们需要离开这里！”
小骨看了看英雄，然后又看了看女巫。
“哦……那么，你还有事情要做，”女巫说，眼里流露出一丝怜悯。“好吧，那我就不打扰你了。就……别死，好吗？”
小骨点点头，女巫点点头，然后消失了。然后，小骨在初代勇者的尸体前跪下，悲伤地看着城堡在他周围崩塌。
“小骨！”当他一瘸一拐地穿过魔王城堡凌乱的墙壁时，女巫跑向了受损的骷髅。修理工作已经开始，但费用越来越贵。
“小骨，”小骨抬头看着向他走来的魔王。两人站在一起，对视了一秒钟，然后魔王把他心爱的朋友拉进了拥抱。“谢谢你。
小骨静静地站了一秒钟，然后放下手中的棍子，用他瘦骨嶙峋的胳膊搂住了君主。两人拉开了几分钟后，小骨抬头看着女巫。

“谢谢你所做的一切，”女巫点点头。骷髅抬起头，点头回礼。
"小骨，我讨厌在回来后这么快就问你这个问题，但在我们回来的路上，女巫和我发现了一些有趣的事情，"魔王的微笑慢慢变成了关切的皱眉。“可以请你检查一下吗？你现在是我们最可靠的战士，我不知道事情是否会变得危险。”
他甚至没有犹豫。小骨拿起他的棍子，点点头。
“谢谢你，”妖精王点点头。"女巫会带你去那个地方。"
“我设置了一个标记，这样我可以保存位置，”女巫喷出一股烟，变成了一只猫。“来，斯库尔。让我们走吧。”
小骨一看到变黑的镜子就握紧了棍子。当两人走近时，女巫变回了人形。
“就是这里，”当他们在镜子前停下时，女巫说。小骨能感觉到邪恶的能量从它身上散发出来。当然，年轻的骷髅以前也感受过这种感觉，就像扭曲的奇美拉，但是这面镜子…它散发出的能量要纯净得多…甚至更精致。
“这面镜子散发出精制黑石英的存在，”女巫解释道。"它比我们或卡里昂的炼金术士创造的任何东西都要精致."
斯库尔点点头。他仍然不明白暗石英是什么。他只知道他把它给了女巫，女巫让他变得更强大。
“嘿，那是女巫吗？”听到熟悉的声音，斯库尔转过身来。站在离他们几十英尺远的地方，是他在秘密走廊深处救出的那个半死不活的孩子。如果小骨会笑，他会的。他很高兴她安全回家了。“是女巫！伙计们，快过来！”
突然，又出现了两个半身不遂的孩子，这三个人跑向女巫。
“啊呀啊呀！真的是你！”其中一个孩子大声说道。“我们的父母总是告诉我们，你是最棒的！”
“是啊！”另一个新来的人同意了。“你能在这片叶子上签名吗？”
小骨走近镜子时，对孩子们的滑稽动作视而不见。有什么东西在把他拉近。一个微弱的声音在呼唤他走近。
“啊，”女巫听起来很慌张。“我——很高兴见到你，孩子们。你一个人在外面干什么？”
“我们想见见你！”最初的半身人孩子叽叽喳喳。
“太好了……”女巫的声音越来越小。小骨站在镜子前，把手放在玻璃上。一道紫光闪过，他消失了。
"小骨，你能帮我一下吗？"当一个孩子开始爬上她的手杖时，女巫喊道。“不，孩子。不要那样做。你可能会摔倒。”
等了几秒钟，小骷髅不见了，女巫转过身，却看到斯库尔不见了。“小骨？”
骷髅醒来时着火了。燃烧和烟雾围绕着他，成堆的骷髅和其他恶魔散落在地板上。小骷髅摇醒自己，站了起来。过了一小会儿，他整理了一下周围的环境，然后向前走去。
这个地方出奇的熟悉。斯库尔记得自己被女巫叫醒，前往卡里昂的大门，结果却被射杀劫匪彻底摧毁。他走过熟悉的道路，被他所目睹的死亡和破坏的数量所羞辱。
"该死的……"小骨听到远处传来熟悉的声音，拔腿就跑。他看见两个人影站在卡里昂的大门前。小骷髅躲在一块岩石后面观察情况。一个类似女巫的女人跪在地上，漂浮在她面前的是…不…不可能…
“你为什么要这么做？”女人虚弱地喘着气。她挣扎着移动，但似乎她试图站起来。“你为什么要杀魔王？”
但是… 小骨的思想慢慢停止了。魔王还活着。小骨几小时前见过他。
“那个可怜的弱者？”初代勇者笑道:“他该死。”
这…这不是我父亲， 小骨想。小骨认识的初代勇者已经崩溃绝望，但他仍然相信自己在为正确的事业而战。然而，这个人…他只是个虐待狂。
“你们人类……”女人一拳打在地上。"我恨你们所有人…我厌恶我生来就是人类的事实…生来就像你们一样…"
“真可怜，”初代勇者举起了剑。“你本可以站在胜利的一方。”
小骨摇摇头。够了。尽管他厌恶父亲的所作所为，但他不会容忍有人玷污他的名声。即使初代勇者最终是错的，他拯救了许多人的生命，用他的英雄方式激励了许多人。
随着一声无声的喊叫，小骨举起棍子向那两个人冲了过去，他跳到了那女人和射杀劫匪人之间，准备再一次冒生命危险。
注意事项:
感谢大家的阅读！当我玩了黑暗之镜测试版并开始写这个的时候，我真的很兴奋。不幸的是，我没有在我的Steam帐户上击败这个游戏，所以我被禁止进入过场动画，所以我不得不即兴表演。我希望你们都和我一样对这个fic感到兴奋。如果你喜欢fic，请留下评论并加入讨论！

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“令人印象深刻，”射杀劫匪轻声笑道。"你真的开始让我头疼了。"
斯库尔紧握着他的棍子。那个人…不…那个 东西 假扮他的父亲。射杀劫匪人从不使用黑魔法。即使他的生命危在旦夕，他也从不诉诸这种手段。小骷髅不是黑石英专家，但是他可以看到紫色的光透过他“父亲”的盔甲，感觉到他那颗小而多骨的心碎了。
“Tch，你不值得我浪费时间。我会让炮灰干掉你……”射杀劫匪喃喃自语，然后脸上浮现出恶魔般的笑容。“或者……如果它们还不够，我想我可以在你爬到顶端时找点乐子。”
不要！等等！ 斯库尔抓起他的小头骨扔了出去。正如他所做的，射杀劫匪被黑魔法笼罩。就在头骨要撞击的时候，他消失了。斯库尔集中精神，他的身体出现在他的头旁边。当他戴上它并转过身时，他看着面前失去知觉的女巫..
我……我该何去何从？ 斯库尔向后倒去。他坐在死寂的森林里，背靠着卡里昂的西门。这个地方如此熟悉却又如此…陌生。他不知道任何东西或任何人在哪里。当然，这个奇怪的女巫在这里，但是其他将军呢？猎狐者…兽人小贩…邪恶的德鲁伊…他应该—
当斯库尔看到女巫的身体抽搐时，他停了下来。他立即采取行动。由于他没有肌肉，他抽出他仅有的一点法力储备来增加他的力量。他一直在和他认识的女巫一起训练来增加它们，但是进展缓慢而稳定。
哪里…？哪里…？ 斯库尔疯狂地想着，一边抱着那个女人走在贫瘠的小路上。就在那时，他突然想到。
我会去那里， 斯库尔想。当他开始带着一个目的地行走时，他的眼睛里燃烧着火焰。
海伦娜没想到会睁开眼睛。当她看到射杀劫匪时，她完全料到自己会死。她耗尽了自己的储备，但似乎并没有给他带来任何伤害。这……令人沮丧。她想为所有的恶魔复仇，但是…但是…她失败了。
就在这时，她昏迷中的骨头发出咔嗒咔嗒的声音。她揉揉眼睛，看到一个小骷髅正俯视着她。它眼睛后面的小余烬是……它们是悲伤的。
“一具……骷髅？”海伦娜嘀咕道。卡里昂不适合像她之前那样的小骷髅。见鬼，她不知道它是如何在和谐森林中生存下来的…或者说它还剩下什么。她环顾四周，立刻明白了它眼中的悲伤。他们在魔王城堡的废墟中。人类女巫的眼中开始涌出泪水。
“为什么……为什么你带我们来这里？”海伦娜能感觉到她的声音在颤抖。那可怕的一天的每一个记忆都像匕首一样刺进她的心里。“这……这真是可怕的一天。射杀劫匪冲破了我们的大门…恶魔之王。众神在下面，恶魔之王…我们也很平静。那些……那些猥琐的……！”
“这是我唯一知道的地方…” 海伦娜身体退缩，当她听到一个小的声音在她脑海里。听起来像一个小男孩。一个年轻的人类男孩。最多十岁吧。
“一个……声音？”海伦娜的声音仍因她的叙述而生涩颤抖，但她现在比任何事情都更困惑。
“你能听到我吗？” 男孩的声音又回来了。然后，她注意到骨架的头部倾斜。这个声音是不是…
“是的，”海伦娜喃喃地说，她的眼睛因着迷而睁大。当她惊讶于她正在进行的对话时，她身体上的疼痛暂时被遗忘了。“你是……你是骷髅吗？”
“是的，就是我。我猜你真的是女巫，” 海伦娜以为骷髅是男性，因为他的声音，看向别处。他的声音变得更含蓄了。 “如果我带回了不好的回忆，我很抱歉…我不知道还能去哪里…”
“我——没关系，小家伙，”海伦娜喃喃地说，无视年轻骷髅关于自己是女巫的评论。她有照顾孩子的经验，因为在城堡完好无损的时候，她照顾过很多半身人的孩子。想起这些孩子，她又感到一阵内疚。人类怎么能如此残忍？“我叫海伦娜。能告诉我你的吗？”
"斯库尔" 骷髅简单地介绍了自己。
“斯库尔，然后，”海伦娜勉强一笑。尽管她处境很糟糕，骷髅不应该为她的问题所累。“你是怎么救我的？我……我记得和射杀劫匪人打过仗。”
“那是 不 射杀劫匪，” 海伦娜对斯库尔声音中的愤怒退缩了。 “射杀劫匪可能是卑鄙的，但他会 从不 使用深色石英。"
“你……你知道暗石英？”海伦娜吓坏了。暗石英极其危险。事实上，为了理解这些材料，她差点死了好多次。对于一个如此年轻的骨架来说…虽然现在她想到了它，她能感觉到周围的一点能量。不过，能量被净化了。她在几年前就能提纯暗石英，但她不知道哈耳摩尼亚还有人能提纯这种危险的物质。
就在那时，她受到了打击。暗石英有两个来源。她看过去，看到了一面镜子。一面黑暗的镜子放射出她有生以来从未见过的更集中的黑暗能量。另一个……哦，上帝。
"斯库尔，为什么我感觉到暗石英的能量从你身上散发出来？"海伦娜试图让自己的声音温柔，但她吓坏了。什么样的怪物会在一个 儿童 ?
“我需要变得更强大，” 斯库尔摇摇头。海伦娜的眼里又涌出了泪水。他甚至没有否认。他的声音里没有仇恨。对伤害他的人的仇恨。只是决心。她不知道像他这样的小骨架会有这样的决心。然后他转过身去看镜子。 “那面镜子……我就是从那里来的。那里……好得多。”

“更好？”海伦娜问道。这面镜子有什么好的？如果它落入坏人之手，那将是灾难性的。
“这就像一个不同的世界，” 斯库尔的眼睛很悲伤。 “哈耳摩尼亚是和平的。魔王的城堡完全重建了。而且……而且他还活着。”
嫉妒瞬间席卷了女巫。快乐的世界。一个国王活着的世界。她不会为此付出任何代价。但是尽管她嫉妒，她还是注意到了一些东西。
“射杀劫匪……他怎么了？”海伦娜问道。
“射杀劫匪……我的父亲……” 听了男孩的话，海伦娜倒吸一口冷气。 “我杀了他。”
海伦娜立即伸手抓住斯库尔，把他拉进一个拥抱。尽管射杀劫匪是个怪物，但没有哪个孩子应该杀死自己的父亲，尤其是这么小的孩子。
“对不起，”海伦娜低声说道。当她的伤口因这些行为而爆发时，疼痛烧灼着她的肌肉。
“没事的，海伦娜小姐，” 斯库尔抬起头，温柔地看着女巫。 “我做了必须做的事情。”
“没有孩子应该这样说话，”海伦娜说，她继续无视疼痛。
“我……我想帮忙，” 斯库尔接着说。 “我……我要去我的世界看看有什么我能做的。”
“哦…好吧，”海伦娜低声说道。她怀念有人可以倾诉的日子。她花了几个月…几年的时间准备向射杀劫匪复仇。一切都是孤独的。现在，她唯一可以倾诉的人要走了。
“我……我保证我会回来的，” 斯库尔说。 “我……我不想让你有那种感觉，所以我保证我会回来的。”
“谢谢你，斯库尔，”海伦娜拥抱着小骷髅。“与此同时…我想我要小睡一会儿…是的，小睡听起来不错…”
当斯库尔走向镜子并触摸它时，海伦娜看到他消失了，然后闭上眼睛，进入了幸福的睡眠。
“斯库尔！”女巫一看到斯库尔回来，就变回人形，跑向骷髅。他已经离开了六个多小时，每个人都开始担心了。
“乐和——女巫，” 斯库尔温柔地对那个女人说。当他意识到他差点说出她的名字时，那个女人退缩了。
“怎么……你怎么知道这个名字？”女巫睁大眼睛问道。她几十年前就放弃了自己的名字。那么这个小骷髅是怎么知道的呢？他不在的时候看到了什么？
“怎么了？”猎狐者走了过来。“他说了什么？”
“他知道我的名字，”女巫回答。狐狸睁大了眼睛。
“哦，妈的，”他低声说。他们中的大多数人在卡里昂撕毁条约时已经放弃了他们的名字。像斯库尔这样的人不应该知道这种事。尤其是女巫，在上一个妖王之后第一个弃名。
“我……另一个女巫告诉了我她的名字，” 斯库尔犹豫地说，导致女巫旋转她的头。
“另一个女巫？”女巫问。正是这些话引起了大家的注意。就连魔王也从宝座上走下来，想听听小骷髅有什么话要说。
“在镜子的另一边……是一个完全不同的哈耳摩尼亚，” 斯库尔说，女巫犹豫地为其他人翻译。 “太黑了…太多的死亡…”
“斯库尔，你现在不必说话，”女巫温柔地说。
“不！我需要回去！” 斯库尔坚持。女巫睁大了眼睛。
“什么？你想回去？”女巫犹豫了。
“斯库尔，你不能，”妖王抗议道。“我们不知道如果你再去那里会发生什么。”
“不。我需要…那个怪物…那个东西…他变成了我父亲的样子，” 斯库尔摇摇头。这引起了所有人的注意。
“另一个射杀劫匪？”女巫歪着头。“如果是这样的话……”
当每个人都在默默地交谈时，出现了一阵沉默。最后，妖精王点了点头。
“斯库尔，作为哈耳摩尼亚的第32位魔王，我命令你去探索镜子后面的世界，打败射杀劫匪。”魔王说道。
“我们会尽我们所能支持你，”女巫说。
“谢谢你，” 斯库尔向女巫点点头。 “但首先……我必须做点什么。”
斯库尔在返回射杀劫匪铁塔的路上叹了口气。即使射杀劫匪已死，仍有许多抵抗。教会和炼金术士联合起来试图接管卡里昂，而斯库尔必须定期穿越王国以确保这不会发生。
当他步入塔内时，他跳下了射杀劫匪人在战斗中留下的巨大弹坑。当斯库尔走向倒下的英雄时，他看到一切都没有改变。自从他死后，似乎没有人进过这个房间。
斯库尔走上前去，挥舞着邪恶的剑基里恩。这是他知道的唯一能胜任这项工作的东西。他站在射杀劫匪的尸体前，停了下来。
对不起…父亲… 斯库尔一边举起剑一边想。 谢谢你。
斯库尔挥舞着剑。
注意事项:
啊，终于来了。我终于打败了游戏，所以我可以进入黑暗之镜过场动画。抱歉，我花了这么久才到。
另一个女巫活了下来！这一章我想讲几件事。我已经决定，如果斯库尔不会说话，我就不能写一个引人注目的故事，所以我有它，这样那些熟悉暗石英魔法的人就可以理解斯库尔。所以主要由女巫和矮人工程师组成。还有，如果我把Skul写得太成熟了一点，请告诉我。我没有太多可以放弃的，所以我尽力了。我还想让黑暗空间里的人比佳能里的人多活几个，来增加一点趣味。
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