《Hollow Ideals》 Requiem Past is something everyone escapes from. Every human will experience consequences for their actions one way or another. Every step you take to escape from them will just make it harder to accept them. Acceptance is the key for personal salvation but... He should have never existed. His existence was his mistake. The day he opened his eyes was the day he cursed his fate. With every step he took led to his end. But this end gave him a new chance Young boy:hu...ghh... He opened his eyes like it was his first time His eyes that were hungry for answers were blinded by the light of the fire of ball above him called sun. *Where am l?* He was thinking to himself, searching for answers but he found none. He had no memories he was hollow. Hollow like a baby. He had no personality, no future, no present, no past. His existence was nothing. He had nothing under his name. He was like a newborn baby with no knowledge of anything. He was scared of the unknown. He wanted to stop existing right there, he wanted to close his eyes so that he won''t be forced to explore this unknown. He hoped that he would just stop breathing out of nowhere and everything would end. He wanted the end. Unknown was scarier than an absolute end. The end never came, it looks like he needed to go forward and seek answers rather than waiting for a supernatural power to somehow end everything for him. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. *Who...am l* He got up from the ground and checked his body with his rather small hands. *Is this iron? Must be some kind of armor....iron plating for chest and leather for other parts...* He opened his mouth for the first time and tried to make a sound. Young boy:humid... It''s really humid l dont even want to talk. Talking won''t help me either. I am sweating as well...how do you even take this armor off? More importantly is it even safe to take it off? He was rather scared to take it off and he didn''t even knew how to take it off. *Huh what''s this?* His hands felt a hard and long thing connected to his belt. It was a leather scabbard that had a sword inside it. He slowly took the sword out and inspected it. It feels rather old and damaged. It has a weird brown thing covering it. He licked the brown thick and solid thing. *Tastes weird what is this...iron?* It was tasting like iron. He had no idea what it was so turning a blind eye to it felt like the best option. After he finished examining himself he started his journey, taking small steps towards an unknown goal. Tear My Wings Apart He moved forward with each step. The armor is damaged. It is missing any type of plating on the left shoulder unlike the other one...ughh He continued walking randomly with his leather boots sinking into the muddy soil with every step. He looked at the cloudy sky and took a deep breath. *Is this the smell of soil...* Everything was a new experience for him he was a newborn child. He had no past. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The feeling of the humid air passing through his throat calmed him down. After taking a few more steps he took his sword out of it''s scabbard and slided his thumb across the sharp edge. Young boy: Ha... Few drops of blood fell to the ground. *It''s really sharp...l wish l had a glove.* He looked at his thumb for some time and then started licking it. *I can''t just let it bleed...iron...* He looked at his sword... Thump thump. *Wha...* Thump thump *That thing* Thump thump *It''s blood* He dropped the sword in shock and took a few steps back. *It''s covered in blood. The whole thing is covered in blood..Who did l kill? What did l kill? Shit shit l need to leave this place...l need to escape...* He wanted to run but he was in shock. Every creature in the world has 3 possible ways they can react to a danger. Escape,fight and stay still. He wanted to run but his legs stood still. ?:Don''t worry you are safe. The sound echoed inside his head. He looked in hope of finding the source of it but he was alone inside the forest. The cloudy sky, green leaves of the tree''s covered the sky like they were trying to conquer it...but he was alone. ?:They deserved what was coming to him...kill or be killed this is the rule of this world. Young boy: Who...who are you? He said this in a stuttering silent voice. Maybe he was hoping this was just a trick of his mind. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. ?: Who am l? What a dumb question l am you... The voice was calm. Like it had no emotions. It was like calm lake. Young boy: Where are you... He was shaking. Unknown gives birth to fear. ?: Turn around little cat. He turned around. *Wha...what is this? Monster? Human? How does it even breath?* A figure of complete darkness. It didn''t have eyes or a nose it was just a human looking darkness. It was sitting on a rock. It only had a mouth. ?:Don''t look that suprised this is the body your mind gave me. Who would want to look like this huh? *Wait what? I created him?* Young boy: l created you? What the hell are you talking about? I don''t even know who the hell am l. Dark figure lifted its finger left it in front of young boys lips and started shushing him. ?: You didn''t create me...you gave me a body or should l say this body. You can call me friend...no call me myself we are same after all. It''s complicated and l can''t stay here but let me give you a gift, a reason, a shard. A sudden headache caused the boy to fall on his knees. His whole world was spinning he opened his eyes just to see a blurred world. You have the potential... Someone was staring at him from above. He was completely blurred but the sound made his gender obvious. It was the voice of a child. Dgjsjsgsjsjshhd light of hope He wasn''t able to understand his next sentence but he was able to make up a few of the words. Everything turned to normal. He was on his knees. Something dripped on his hand Young boy: huh...blood? His crimson blood was dripping out of his nose... ?: This is everything l can do for now...we will see each other again but for now...and go to the smoke it must be coming from a village or a town. Take the sword with you and don''t tell anyone about me... stay away from the blessed ones. It disappeared again like it never existed The boy wiped his nose with a leaf and grabbed his sword. He saw a rising smoke when he looked at the clouds. *It doesn''t look far...the blessed ones huh...* His journey started again after a few hours he sat down on a rock. *I can''t walk more...the armor is too heavy.* He saw a little butterfly on the ground that was missing a wing. He continued staring for some time. *Where does it want to go? What do they even eat. It''s not the hard things on the tree''s for sure...is it flowers?* He grabbed the butterfly from its wing and placed it on top of a flower. Young boy: go on eat it... It had blades for arms. Something came out of nowhere and grabbed the butterfly. A bug that had blades for arms slowly tore the butterflies body apart and started eating it. *Should have expected this.* Boy continued to watch the bug eat it''s prey. *Some must die for others to live...* Little bug finished eating and retreated to its hiding place. *If you can''t save yourself no one can.* ?: It''s fate was already sealed Young boy: l know ?: After you remembered it l gained my eyes. It sat next to him ?: Think of me as an alter personality or a partner... it''s your choice but know that l am the only thing that''s keeping this body together. Young boy: what is hope of light? ?: l have no idea maybe it''s a nickname, a town or a legend who knows...don''t look at me like that... *What did he meant by keeping this body together? It''s not like a weird creation of my mind is the thing that keeps me alive.* Young boy: What did you mean by keeping me together? It''s not like l will die without you. You just said you are an alter personality. ?: I said think of me as one...long story short that organs of yours are rejecting us and l am handling all the work to keep you moving... *Rejecting us? How can someone''s organs reject them? Ughh l can''t understand anything why am l even here? What is the hope of light? Who am l?* ?: l won''t be able to see you again for a few days. Like l said l have things to do and some memories to decipher... Young boy: wai.... It disappeared again... *I dont have anything...do l even have wings?* My Name My Dream Unknown gives birth to fear. *Taking too long...* After walking for a few more hours he found a dirt road and ever since that discovery he followed it towards the smoke. Young boy: Hey sir...HEY!! A wooden cart stopped for him. Young boy: Sir can you take me to the town...come on do this friend a favor. ?:....Ugh just get in Young boy: let''s go! First day of my adventu... He fell down while trying to get on top of the cart ?:phhhaahhaha just sit on the front with me. He sat next to the man and they started their journey. Young boy: so...what are you carrying? He was an old man. He looked really healthy at least for his age. His slicked bac Grey hair gave him a unique aura. His left ear was missing half of it. He had broad shoulders and he was wearing a cloak probably sheepskin. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ?: Beers...we have a festival you know...isn''t that the reason you are going there? *I need to learn everything l can.* Young boy: Do you know what the light of hope is? Old man pulled the reins. The cart stopped moving in an instant. Old man: l didn''t expect you to be this young... Me? Old man: you came earlier than l expected...do you want to do some preparations? *Preparations?* Old man: ha!! The neigh of the horses covered the atmosphere. *I need to bluff* Lies are an evolutionary development that evolved for the sole purpose of escaping from reality. Young boy: Yeah...l want to learn more about the area too...l would like to taste some of your beer too. *He didn''t state that l am the light of hope but the thing is going that way...l have no taste huh who would call themselves light of hope? It sound soo chivalry like...being a knight doesn''t sound that bad...l will have cute maidens falling for me...oww it would be awesome* He was looking at the blue sky with his sweat covered face. He had a childish look, even the thought of being someone that cool had a immense effect on him. Old man: l am Gerard...ughh the youngsters they don''t even look at your face. Young boy: huh..oh..he...what did you say uncle Young boy had his mouth open all the way. He was happy. Even the dream of becoming a loyal and heroic knight was enough to make him smile. Me *I need to learn more* Young boy: So... did it happen before? Gerard: You mean the wolves? Yeah they came and killed the family of that bitch. Sir Gawain said he will handle it and when he returned he had a giant wolf on his back. *So cool* Young boy: Really a giant wolf! How big was it? Was it bigger than this cart? Gerard looked at him shocked by his weird interest. Gerard: Yeah it was...you are really childish aren''t you? It''s funny how someone like you became this well known. *Childish? Of course l am gonna get excited for a huge wolf...l wonder what a wolf is. I need to ask if they have a place for me to stay. It''s not like l have anything l can trade for a place.* Gerard: You look different from the tales. This youngsters are always faking it. Young boy: Tales? Gerard: Yeah the tales about you. They said your sword was so sharp it can cut the reality, your armor so great it can''t be pierced by anything, a face so beautiful you need to hide you wives from him...hahaha even if she wasn''t dead l wouldn''t have hid her from you. *Did this uncle just called me ugly?* Gerard: They said you are like a sun among the dark sky but look at you l have seen stones shining brighter than you...hahahahha *Not my skin color...this uncle has the power of a foul mouth and years of experience on his side.* His skin color was brown and yellowish compared to the pale skin of Gerard Young boy: Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage. *Woah let''s go...wait a minute what if he just cancels the whole thing...l won''t be able to learn anything at that point.* Young boy:...sorry uncle it just slipped out of my mouth... Gerard:.... Old man had a serious look on his face for an unknown reason. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Gerard: hahahaha...kindness has it''s boundaries too. Give them too much and they will always seek it... *Is he threatening me? No l don''t think so he isn''t mad and this is just a statement.* Silence covered the atmosphere for some time but it was destroyed by a tough voice. Gerard: It''s easy to say this to others but you know what they say a light of a candle doesn''t illuminate what''s underneath. Young boy: Huh what is it do you have a son or something like that... Gerard was looking beyond the horizon with his tired eyes. Gerard: I have a daughter...you can say she is a weird one. She just can''t talk to people she doesn''t know...I tried forcing her but...She came back crying and shaking like a little rabbit...she is old enough to marry yet she can''t even buy some coal from the merchant. Gerard was stopping every now and then taking deep breaths to calm his nerves. Young boy: why are you telling me this? It must be hard talking about a thing like this.... His sentence was cut in half Gerard: She is only talking to that ungrateful bitch and John... John is a hardworking man and he helps me with everything...he is innocent and naive but he at least listens to me and tries to help me...You must have seen a lot in your life...you are young but everyone has heard of you so you must know a way...or at least suggestion. *Suggestion?....I am scared of the unknown maybe her deal is the same thing...let''s try this at least it is better than nothing.* Young boy: Why don''t you put her in a situation she can''t escape without interacting with someone? You said she returned to you shaking like a little cat but there was probably a reason behind it...she knew she had a place to go. Put her in a situation she can''t escape and then... *She will face the unknown.* He wasn''t able to say the last one because of the old man hugging the young boy making him unable to breath with raw strength. Gerard: That''s it l knew you would know a way...hey it looks like you don''t carry any clothing other than your armor...help me with my crybaby and l will give you some of my old ones deal? Young boy: l....ca...breat... Gerard: Oh here you go. Gerard let go of the boy and patted his back a few times. Young boy: You are the deal old man you would have killed al that wolves by yourself hahahah...and sure l am burning inside this think anyways. Gerard: Yeah l can smell it...go take a bath when we reach the tavern... *What''s a bath?* Young boy: I wouldn''t say no for that. Gerard: You should clean up too after all....you smell worse than a pig carcass. They watched the horizon with their little eyes puzzled by the beauty of the nature and the young boy started feeling exhausted after all the walking. Young boy: Old man...please wake me up when we reach there.. Gerard: Ughh the youngsters so fragile... Young boy lay down sideways on the bench and pulled his legs up while using both his hands as a pillow...he felt better this way...is this nostalgia? *Goodnight world* Cloudy sky Nameless grave Stone wall Bloody hands The blank one The hollow one Stood in front of the grave ?: It wasn''t your fault Slow drizzle of rain washed away the clotted blood on his hands He was holding something Bloody saw ?: She is alive don''t worry. They stitched her up Wooden cross as a tombstone ?: This wasn''t my fault. She said it was safe.It''s not like l do this because l like it...right? His words had no emotion or meaning These were just the mutterings of a crazy kid Wash Away Your Sin ?: Get up! Huh... Young boy: Just a little more come on... Gerard: Hahahhaha Young boy: Uwaaaaah He was kicked down from the cart by a familiar person Young boy: You laugh after a funny thing happens not before ugh...what''s this...mud? Damn you old man...hahh... *What was the thing l saw...a grave with no name... a saw with blood on it...maybe l killed it? Who am l? I...I am a adventurer, a well known person. Even if l killed someone it must be justified. I am a hero....I am a hero!!!* Young boy: I am a knight!!! He got up and opened his arms like he is greeting the moon. Gerard:..... Young boy: Huh why are you looking at me like l am a madman? You need some energy in your life come on smile Gerard looked at him in a puzzled way Young boy: smile... Gerard: hahahhahahah...maybe you should work as a fool at this place. We need someone like you. Gerard had a weak smile. *It''s really dark* Young boy: Where are we? A street filled with colorfully painted houses and stores. The light of the lanterns shined bright this night. They were in front of a big building. A wooden building with big windows. He was able to see what was happening inside a young man was carrying beer to the customers he was a bit fat. His bowl cut made him look goofy. He had brown eyes, brown hair and a pale skin. The place looked like a tavern well this must have been one of the reasons why he needed coal. The interior was covered with lamps and candles. Young boy: So this is the place l will stay huh better than nothing to be honest other than this loud sound coming from inside it is rather cool. Gerard: It is called music idiot...it looks like John is handling things rather good...hey you remember the plan right? *The plan?* Young boy: No? You never talked about a plan? Gerard: huh.... His genuinely suprised look made everything awkward for the young boy as he was wondering about the plan. Young boy: l was sleeping... *And again here l am thinking about how l got myself into this situation. Life is cruel but especially for me. Finding myself in weird situations has became a habit at this point.* Gerard: l....l...l......l didn''t talk all the way just for you to forget everything damn it...just remember don''t do something stupid got it and now go to that wooden cabin on the back the water must be warm at this hour. *Well at least he didn''t say youngsters* Gerard: Youngsters are the same. *Oh come on...I need to think fast the last think we were talking about was his daughter so this must be something about it...he talked about water and...* He looked at his body covered in mud *I need a bath as well...well l dont think l understand anything...lets go...but there is something l need before that.* Young boy: Did l say something? His emotionless eyes met the suprised eyes of Gerard. Gerard: Say what? Young boy: what did l say...we talked all the way right? What did l say? Gerard jumped down the cart and stood next to the boy towering over him. Gerard: You were ok for the first part but after some time you started saying weird things...something about a nameless star. *Star?* Young boy: nameless star? Like the ones up there? He pointed his finger towards the sky pointing at the little balls of light shining among the darkness. Gerard: Probably...maybe it''s a nickname too like the one you have... *Ughh new things are popping up back and back l am tired of this shit.* Young boy: bath time for me...and then... With a childish smile on his face Young boy: It will be extermination time. *Yehooo let''s go* He looked around but he wasn''t able to see much because the dim light coming from the lanterns placed alongside the road wasn''t enough. There was enough space next to the tavern. It looked like a alleyway, big enough to allow a few people to walk next to each other. *...l don''t know why but this place feels scary* The road was shorter than he expected a few steps and now he was in a garden like place with a wooden cabin inside it. *Is this like the backyard of the tavern?* He was able to see the light escaping from the cabin. *I am lucky it isn''t cold out here or l would have turned into a ice cube inside that.* As he opened the door he was met with an unknown. *What the he''ll is that stone?* It was a wooden tub that had a red crystal like stone under it. *Is that the thing that hea....* This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. You are a fake He stopped before entering *Why....why the hell am l scared* He was shaking like a deer thst met it''s end, like a grass facing the warm winds of August. Young boy: wha... He looked around for some time but he already knew he was alone so nothing changed. It wasn''t it''s voice it was different this time. He started taking his armor off starting from his leather boots *Ughhh look at this smell. I really needed this after all.* Everything changed when it came to his armor. *How do you even take this off....lets try the shoulder.* The plate on his shoulder came out relatively easily. It was had leather belts and buckles that connected it to the chest plate and one they came out it just fell to the wooden ground. Then he did the same with the chest plate and the leather parts and ended the whole thing by taking the chainmail off.... Young boy: Thank you the stars out there without you this dream of mine wouldn''t have been possible. The stars were still mysterious for him but he knew they weren''t something to be scared off. *Ohh so warm...* The dim light of the candles on the walls covered the entire cabin. *...it looks really bad* He looked at his small torso covered in red marks. *I need something to wear inside the armor or l will branded out there...* His entire chainmail was branded on his body because of the heat. So beautiful right? *Huh....* He was standing inside a luxurious room. Under the dim light stood a naked girl on her knees. She was covered in blood up to her elbows She was holding something What is it What is it What is it Her whole existence was like burned photo Her face, her whole body was blurred So beautiful right? Yes... You can see it now right? I am the only one that will love you. No... Forget about her you have me now I can''t but l love you as well He hugged her naked skin. Her heart was beating like a small drum Thump thump Thump thump You are so warm You too... She dropped the thing on the ground Red liquid poured out of it You should have choked it instead of ripping it apart Hehe sorry It''s ok... He kissed her...again...again...again...again Thump thump Thump thump thump Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump.... Young boy: ggghehee....heeghehee He launched himself out of the tub landing head first... Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump Young boy: hgheheee.....gh..h... He couldn''t breathe....something was stuck on his throat... Young boy: Koff! koff! Something came gushing out of his mouth. Red liquid mixed with blood and in the middle of it. Thump thump thump Thump thump thump thump thump thump A pinkish piece of meat fell the ground You can see it now right? An unknown voice You are a fake Again again and again The acidic taste covered his mouth Again again and again Blood,sweat and saliva mixed together Again again and again Thump thump thump thump thump.... It''s rotting He is rotting I am rotting His body contracted as he continued vomiting His insides fell to the wooden ground one by one He is infected I am infected ...... ..... .... ... .. . His eyes were open But they refused to see anything He way lying on the ground Inside a puddle made from himself He was feeling it He was rotting from inside Everything was falling apart Everything was leaking pus They were rejecting him He lifted his frail body and grabbed his sword Young boy: l dont want to live...l dont want to suffer with no reason,l dont want this body,l...l am nothing but a corpse. He wanted everything to end. He preferred a sudden end rather than a unknown suffering. He felt the sharp and cold edge on his throat. Why Why why Why why why Why why why why It wasn''t moving Not even an inch Can''t even kill yourself huh... He heard the unknown voice again Even if you kill yourself it won''t mean anything. You are nothing but a doppelganger after all. Do you even remember who you are? Am l a hero? Am l a killer? Am l a psychopath? Who am l? What am l? Between the planks that made the so called wall a single eye was visible Eye of a madman An eye with nothing but malice Lies Truth This eye only believed in what favored him I am not talking about the lies he fed you I am talking about you. Who are you A pair of blank eyes met the eye of the madman Let me give you something. This isn''t just a lie created by it...this is who you were. This is a fractured part but at least you will get the feeling ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. . His body was never his anyways He wasn''t able to move He wasn''t able to breathe He wasn''t able to swallow He was mutilated His whole bad was covered in wires, pipes and tubes. He wasn''t breathing A weird metal box covered in wires, pipes and tubes was connected to his fragile body. It filled his rotting lung with air and then sucked it away A metal box that worked as a pump His heart wasn''t beating A small metal box was stitched to his chest and connected to him with wires and tubes Thump thump Thump thump thump It made a mechanical sound trying to imitate a heartbeat It was cold His whole body was contracting He was naked on this bed His sight was blurry The only thing he saw was the while paint on the ceiling ?: Maybe we should call one of the professors he has been shaking for the last 6 hours ??: Leave him be....and don''t you try to cover him. We aren''t allowed to touch him ?: but... ??: The is no buts...he is the only one left and all the others died because we were slow... He wasn''t able to swallow All his teeth were pulled and ripped from his mouth and a tube was forced down his throat. It forced so called food into his body He had no digestive organs other than his stomach They were ripped apart from his body and placed inside a metal box. His belly was open and his intestines were connecting his stomach to the machine Everything was covered by silk sheets used like curtains His mouth was stuffed with towel like sheets so that his saliva won''t leak out He was shaking So cold ??: professor is it the time? ???: yeah...can you leave us alone...l need to tell him something He waited as they left the room ???: as you know...you are really important...l know you think of this as a torture...l dont even know if you remember or know who l am but just know that you should live till the end. He felt something wet dripping on his arm ???: l am sorry...l wish everything would have ended with a happy ending... His sound was accompanied with the weird beeping sound coming from one of the metal boxes wired to him ???: Everything was good at first but as we increased the potency of the therapy you started to change...to be honest you will forget everything tomorrow so l have no reason to tell you all this...l am just trying to get rid of the weight on my chest. You started to lose your memories...little by little you slowly became nothing but a little child...but you never forgot her...l am sorry l can''t give you painkillers they can alter the effects of therapy I don''t care Someone Kill Me ???: We continued the therapy every day...l heard your cries every day as you suffered the side effects...l am sorry for everything we did...but science requires sacrifices. I don''t care Kill Me He continued shaking ???: We can''t give you anything about your fever as well...for the same reason...l will return later...please live. Kill Me He was alone He continued staring at the ceiling with his blurred vision It never changed It was the same thing every second He wanted to walk He wanted to talk He wanted to hold His body stopped listening to him long ago He was too tired He waited Waited Waited Just for an end ???: l am here for the injection... Something entered his body from the tubes all over his body. It burns It hurts Kill me Kill me Kill me Kill me Kill me Nearly all the metal boxes started beating at a fast rate ???: Brain is rejecting. Fucking idiots go call her he will die if this continues like this ?: Yes sir. Kill me Kill me Kill me Kill me His whole body was shaking from the raw pain he was feeling Kill me Kill me Kill me ???: He is rejecting again if this continues we will be forced to lower the dosage to 15 times the safe limit... Beautiful voice: Leave us alone. This was a voice he could never forget. This was the voice of the girl that supported him in his Lowest. The girl that gave him hope. The girl that will save him one day. Beautiful voice: l am here don''t worry...l will never leave you again She held his shaking hand and kissed it Beautiful voice: You need to calm down or the plan will lose it''s meaning. It hurts Beautiful voice: You want to stay with me right? Then be a good boy and calm. Accept the pain, accept the change. The beeps slowed down over the time Beautiful voice: Your compatibility is increasing every day.l know you will be the one and when that time comes. You will be with me even in the depths of abyss right? Tears covered his face as he felt like his body was being torn apart by the thing they were injecting him. Beautiful voice: l already know your answer don''t worry. He felt her soft lips on his ribcage He was lying on the wooden ground. The eye of malice looked deep into his soul and asked his question. Now tell me who you are? Are you a psychopath or just a victim? YOU ARE HARD Young boy: hehehhehehe The silence was broken into pieces with his laugh. Young boy: ahahahhaha....do you really think l would believe you? He stood up and looked into the tub His long black hair was laying on his shoulder shining under the dim light that covered the room. He had dark circles under his eyes he had a small nose and thick eyebrows. His brown eyes were empty with no meaning behind them. His mouth was covered in blood and pus. Young boy: l will accept who l am and the thing you showed me doesn''t even make sense! He shouted to the madman his voice filled both fear and hope, he cleaned his mouth with the water inside the tub. *I don''t know who this dude is but the whole existence of the thing he showed me is contradicting to everything l have heard or seen until this moment and it doesn''t have any connection towards the dream the first thing l saw must have been sent by the other guy not him considering his way of talking. That one was similar to the dream l had unlike this one.* Young boy: You lier...do you really think l would believe someone with eyes like your''s.... He sat inside the tub again this time his wide open and his feet touching the ground slightly. Young boy: Stop staring at me it''s embarrassing you know... He started splashing some of the water to the ground hoping that it would push the red liquid down the holes on the planks. *It is just a creation of my mind l wonder when that thing will dissappear* Young boy: Go away or come here you fucking bitch...huh? It wasn''t the eye of a madman...it was different. It was a brown eyes filled with emotions. Once he met the eyes they disappeared in an instant. *No...no don''t tell me...* Something was moving around the cabin. It was circling around it non stop slowly getting faster with each moment. Thump thump thump thump *You aren''t real* *You are just a creation of my mind* Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Thump thump thump thump The sounds stopped all of a sudden. *I will kill it* *Kill or be killed* He rushed out of the tub and dashed towards his sword. *why why why* Every time he tried grabbing it it slipped from his fingers falling on the ground again and again Young boy: No...no no no... The wooden door slowly opened as a figure entered inside Young boy: Stay away!...stay the hell away... There is only three reactions a animal can give against a threat. Fight, run, stay still. He fell to the ground in shock and started crawling away until he was stopped by the tub. Young boy: Stay the fuck away from me... It was a muscular figure. He was young. He was properly similar to the young boy age wise. His upper body was like block with his huge shoulders swaying left and right with each step. His thin white skin revealed the veins under it making them easily noticeable. His short straight brown hair covered his eyebrows but it wasn''t helpful since his eyes filled with madness were still looking at the young boy. Young boy: please... He covered his horror and fear filled eyes with his arms trying to calm down. ?:.......calm......down He peeked between his eyes only to see a cute girl rather than that madman. She had long brown hair which covered her face making it impossible to see her eyes. She was covering her naked chest with both her hands while looking at the boy which was shaking in fear. *Stay away* She pulled herself closer to the boy shaking in fear hugging his naked body. Young boy:...l don''t need your pity The boy pushed her away and covered himself. *This must be the girl he was talking about. She is indeed weird. Who the hell was that dude* Young boy: You must be his daughter....why did he send you? To not waste water? Go use it but it''s only half full...l needed to clean something *l am tired of this bulshit l can easily live without some extra clothes* ?: I saw you.....you were scared... The boy looked at her naked body. It was shaking probably she was as scared as he was maybe even more. Young boy:...l remembered something... *I can''t leave her fucked up like this...at least she tried helping me* He pulled her body closer to his and hugged her shaking fragile body Young boy: l am done...l will leave once you calm down...so stay still He continued hugging her small figure with his fingers pressing into her skin *Stop shaking already.....* Young boy: You wouldn''t make a good pillow...you are just too hard to put some sense into....what kind of idiot would try helping me after what they saw...what are you thinking what is your mission l wonder. He buried his face into her neck tickling her with his breath Young boy:....you are still shaking and l have things to do...l can''t stay here...but thanks even though you weren''t helpful He got up from the ground and started wearing his armor Young boy: Hey shaking deer can''t you see l am in trouble? Can''t you give me a hand? ?: Oh....yes... She got up from the ground and helped him wear his armor.. Young boy:...your daddy will probably be proud...at least you aren''t crying now...maybe l should have teased you further...what is your plan..why did you acted like that when he was around...why did you act like you were a scared cat unable to talk to others... He wiped the sweat from his forehead Young boy: It''s hard playing the tough guy you know... He looked at her face for a reaction but nothing was visible *She is indeed weird* Young boy: It looks like seeing someone more fucked up than you is the only thing that gives you courage... *Can''t evenshow emotions...l am not that different but l still have them* He left the cabin in a hurry and started walking to the tavern *l am too tired to drink the thing they call beer. It looks like l need to lie again* YOU WONT DISSAPPEAR RIGHT? Young boy: It looks like everyone left He was looking inside the tavern from the window *l need some time to think* He sat on the ground and pulled his legs towards his torso hugging them *the girl is definitely different than what he told me l am sure the only reason she was shaking was all the thing l vomited on the ground...that view must have shocked her at least* He looked at the moon with his tired eyes *what did l do to deserve this weird place?* As he expected nothing answered his question *let''s say that she is just acting like she has trouble talking to people but why would she do that* He looked at the tavern behind him *maybe she just wants to escape from responsibilities she has* Young boy: ughh l just want to be a cool knight! His fingers slided through his hair as he swinged his head left and right *ugghh l am tired of thinking* Young boy: Energy! Fun! Adventure! He shouted his fake ideals and opened his arms with a childish smile on his face Young boy: Maidens! Fame! Love! He rushed inside the tavern his arms open Young boy: A knight with a face so beautiful all maidens fall in love with him and his name is....huh *shit l should l thought more about my entrance* The inside of the tavern wasn''t fancy at all. If Young boy needed to explain it in one word the word would have been simple. Multiple long wooden were lined up along the fireplace. The fireplace had a empty pot hanging on it and a wolf head pinned on the wall on top of it Young boy: poor wolf...wolf? *wait l am not supposed to remember anything at all then...* He stared at the decapitated trophy with his tired eyes before sighing *you must be doing your job well partner...l wonder what that insect was called* He looked at his surroundings again. Young boy: wow old man is sleeping Gerard was sleeping on one of the tables ?: Don''t poke him! Young boy was stopped by a unknown voice. Young boy: oh come on bowl guy don''t you think he looks funny as well? This so called bowl guy was John that Gerard mentioned before he was standing behind a wooden table different from the other ones since this one had beer mugs all over it behind. A whole shelf full of different types of cheap wines stood behind him. John poured himself some beer from a keg under the wooden table and sat on a chair behind the table. John: do you want beer? This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. Young boys stood still for some time before sitting in front of him Young boy: l am too tired for it... Bluff Young boy: What''s your and that girls deal? I am sure that she is a lot different from what Gerard said...and since you are one of the only people she talks to you should know a lot more about her than a handsome knight like me... Young boy looked at him with a mischievous smile Young boy: What''s your deal huh John...What''s do you gain by making her seem like a useless person...don''t tell me you want to inherit this cheap place from Gerard... John looked at the boy with a suprised face but quickly recovered before taking a deep sip from his beer *l was right after all huh John* Young boy: You are easy to read you know that right? *l can see the fear in your eye bowl guy. You are nothing but a rabbit in front of a hunter* John kept his posture and spoke with a serious face and a steady pace John: Can l choose which question to start from?...about that girl... He lifted his sweaty and fat hands and pointed his finger to his head John: She is a little cracked if you know what l mean...she has a crush on me and it made everything easier for me...don''t look at me like l am a piece of shit l am working hard. Young boy pointed at the Gerard that was sleeping on one of the tables Young boy: Aren''t you scared? He might hear you... John let out a small laugh before changing back into his emotionless and serious face but Young boy was able to see it...his eyes had emotions John: He is intoxicated...he is not waking up until tomorrow morning that''s for sure...l will inherit this place automatically once he dies...since l will marry his daughter this year...l don''t love her and l am here for this place but...can you blame me? *l hate you* John: She is easy to manipulate just a little kiss on the cheek and she will be like a little dog... *You are a disgrace* John: And for that old man....don''t you think that he is annoying? To be honest it doesn''t feel bad toying with his mad girl...by the way don''t try telling him this...do you really think he would believe your word when the boy that handles everything around the tavern tells the otherwise? Young boy: You piece of shit! Young boy launched himself over the table and grabbed his neck while his whole body was on the table Young boy: I have never seen a spineless piece of shit like you Kill John: Do it... Or be killed *it''s warm* Everything became blurred all of a sudden when everything became crystal clear again he was laying on the ground... John: Thank for doing it babe... John pulled a thin figure to himself and kissed it *shards...* When the boy looked at his right he saw glass shards shattered all over the ground *it hurts* The shards were covered with his blood ... You must fight ... You must kill ... Do you want to die? ... John: Huh... A figure was standing behind the mad girl A figure covered in blood It had a childish smile John: Ughaaaha Young boys arm slammed into his face and sent him flying It was a childish punch...no it wasn''t even a punch it was just a instinctual move The boy stood on his legs with blood trickling down his head ?: haaaaa! The girl jumped and his back and bit his shoulder. She was ready to do anything in her hands just to keep her love safe Young boy: bitch! The sound of Young boys thin voice echoed inside the tavern as he grabbed the girl on his back and slammed her on one of the tables *You are disgusting* He walked towards John and took his sword his sword out of it''s scabbard Kill him He stood there for a long time...so long even he doesn''t remember Sweat trickled down his forehead as he looked at the defenseless John laying on the ground with his eyes closed And then he slammed his sword down .... .... .... You failed huh The sword missed his head by an inch Young boy: l can''t.... He pulled out his sword from the wooden ground and walked upstairs to his room. He had no idea which one was his so her just got inside the first one and lay on the bed after taking his armor out once more *A peaceful life without leaches like these piece of shits would have been good...too good to be reality* He pulled his legs up again and hugged them...this felt nostalgic ....... ...... ..... ..... .... .... ... .. . A girl was on her knees ?: Will you dissappear like them? The girls eyes were covered with a white cloth She took it off and everything became nothing A whole field of flowers became a dead land ?: Everything will dissappear as long as l live...l hate it...l don''t want to lose you... ??: l won''t dissappear She was like a lost memory Her white dress was shining under the sun It was a dirty dress but it was still shining...no the only reason this dress is so beautiful was the person inside it He sat next to her and placed his head on her lap ??: l won''t dissappear...even if my body dissappears one day the memories we had will always stay. Tears fell to his face ?: You won''t dissappear.....right? He wiped the tears on her eyes which she closed ??: l won''t... She started playing with his hair slowly braiding it from the side creating a huge braid ?: l love your hair...l can''t see it but l am sure...it must be really beautiful... He lifted his fingers and created a fake smile on her face ??: please smile...l hate crying pillows BLACK AND WHITE Everything was black and white to me Nothing had a meaning I wasted my days since they didn''t have a meaning I never ate more than l needed since it didn''t have a meaning I never talked since it never had a meaning I never smiled since it never had a meaning I never cried since it never had a meaning Until that day When l saw something colorful under the moon Something changed inside me ...... .... ... .. . *too bright* The morning sun entered the room from the small window. The room was rather cheap like everything inside the tavern. It had a small table which had a small quill and a ink pot on top of it. The room had a little wardrobe inside it but since the boy had only one set of clothing which is his armor he had no need for opening it and placing something inside. The bed was cheap at least it wasn''t as bad as the pillow it had. Like the pillow the bed was stuffed with straw as well but the boy felt like he would have slept better without that cheap and thin pillow. Young boy: l am alive...well l already knew they couldn''t kill me in my sleep but....ughh whatever no time to think. He jumped down his bed in a hurry and Young boy: aaarghhh....my back. His sudden movement sent waves of pain throughout his body *Even a cool and famous person like me can''t escape the numbness from waking up huh* The boy quickly wore his armor and opened his door This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. Young boy: wake up old man we have a whole day in fro.... John: Shut your trap up we are trying to sleep here... Young boy: Huh where is my bowl guy? *sound comes from the next room* He opened the door of the next room and he was met with a suprise. Unlike his room this one was insanely luxurious. It had a beautiful bed as well as a newly painted wardrobe. The room had a beautiful carpet on the ground which had a weird depiction that the boy had no idea about. Young boy:....Well it looks like l accidentally slept in your room...but l am not going to lie you actually needed a good sleep more than me with a face like that. John''s left eye was bruised and his already ugly face looked more like a raccoon at this point. Young boy: I won''t tell him don''t worry...he will have a normal life...and l don''t care what happens after his death. The boy left the room without hearing his answer and walked downstairs only to find it empty. *l am not sleeping with that cheap pillow again...l will steal John''s pillow next night* He went outside only to become blinded by the sun *who is that?* He was sure he was seeing the weird girl talking to someone he wasn''t able to see who she was talking to *l need to ask her about Gerard* He sat near the taverns entrance and started waited for her to finish talking *l wonder who she is talking to* Once his eyes got used to the light the only thing he saw was the wide back of a man walking away towards the center of the town with a leather bag under his arm Young boy: Hey weird girl where is Gerard? The girl stood still for some time and then looked at the boy with blank eyes. ?: He is away...he left a message for you he told you to go find that bitch in the forest. *that bitch? I think l remember him mentioning someone like that* Young boy:....so that''s it? I mean the forest is huge you know... She continued staring into his eyes ?: just turn your back towards the tavern and walk for a while until you reach the river then follow the river downwards *she is as boring as she can be* Young boy: Well then another adventure for me and don''t you break a bottle on my head again it hurts you know...and don''t cry because the handsome knight has left the town don''t worry l will come back Without waiting for an answer he turned his back towards the tavern and started walking between the houses. It was probably pretty early considering he wasn''t able to see anyone other than a weird kid playing with his dog. All the houses were painted in colorful colors and well kept. After a long walk he finally reached the river he needed to follow downwards. *it looks rather clean* He stared at the river for some time before taking his boots off and putting his feet into the river Young boy: l really needed this... He continued looking into the river with a small smile while thinking on his next step *l wonder who that girl was* He then washed his face with the water and even drank some *maybe l will have a chance to take some time off after l am done with this job* Young boy: ughaaa.... Something smashed into his face before he can react and threw him on the ground Young boy: huh? He saw a man looking at him with a weird expression. Everything happened faster than he can comprehend and before he even understood what was happening punches and kicks started landing on his face. He guarded his face with his arms but after a few kicks they both gave up and fell on the ground. Everything became dark TRUTH James: Honey what''s for dinner? James came downstairs and found his wife cooking in the kitchen. Rapi: l am cooking potato like always. James hugged her from behind and touched her baby bump with his hand teasing her before kissing her neck. Rapi: Mmmm...babe...we can''t do it right now he is still awake... James: What about this night...don''t tell me you have a headache tonight as well. Rapi turned around blushing profusely as she kissed James lips. Rapi: l want to do it tonight as well... Her hand slipped inside his pants as their tongues met each other. The feeling of euphoria covered their body''s as they rekindled the passion of their love. James: He is still outside right? Don''t worry l will get him. James kissed her nose before she can even answer. James: l will see you later babe...ohh he is here. Someone knocked on the door. James quickly rushed to the door and opened it in a hurry. James: Where have you been it''s nearly dinner....huh A small figure was standing in front of him. James: Hey honey look one of August''s friends came here...even they are on time unlike him... James stared at the boy for some time. He had a face he has never seen before. James: Have we met before little guy? Of you are looking for August he must playing with his friends near the town center... The kid looked at him with eyes filled with emotions. Eyes filled with love. Rapi: Honey are you..................... End ........ ........ ....... ...... ..... ... . Thousands of corpses were laying there silently as he piled them inside the town center. They were huge. The mountain of corpses was taller than every building in the town even the castle of the knights. The boy lifted a oil lantern ?: This is the humanity l fell in love with The lanterns smashed tk the ground and became the spark that started everything. The corpses slowly burned and covered the dead town with a beautiful smell. The smell of skin slowly melting, the smell of hair slowly burning, it was a smell so beautiful that he was slowly losing his mind... ?: Thank you...thank you for this chance... His mouth was watering. He covered his mouth with his hands. It was no use. His saliva accompanied with a feeling of euphoria came gushing out of his mouth... ?: l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you....... His hands delved into the burning pile of corpses. He wasn''t feeling the heat the only thing he cared about was the feeling of euphoria and adrenaline in his body. He stuffed every soft thing he found in the pile into his mouth. Bowels, hearts, livers, pancreases....tears fell from his face...the tears born from pure pleasure. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. August: You monster!! A little boy with a pitchfork was running towards him. With every step he came closer...until he was one step away from killing him. He stood up and looked at him. He was holding something in his hands... August: huh...aa..aaaararrararaggahahh He was holding the arms of August....they were ripped from his small body so fast his body had no time for a reaction.. ?: Every one of you shall die! Everything ended in an instant. After nothing was left other than ashes he started walking away.... He stopped on his way and looked at one of the burning houses...no he wasn''t looking at the house it was the window. He looked at the broken shards on the ground... ?: l look good today... The only thing visible was his smile of madness. ......... ........ ...... ..... .... .... .. *l hate this pillows* He continued keeping his eyes closed and tried sleeping again but his insane headache kept him awake. Young boy: Why didn''t you kill me? He was hearing the low but alluring sound of fire. ?: It was never my purpose...l thought you were one of the bandits Young boy quickly opened his eyes and sat on the ground. Young boy: What kind of bandit sits near a river and puts his feet inside it huh? He looked at the cause of his pain. It was a young man with mid length hair and deep green eyes. He had long sideburns and wide shoulders. He was wearing some type of leather armor with some parts of it having fur. He looked at the young boy and smiled. ?: You look like dogshit...what did he call me this time? I am guessing it is bitch but it may be son of a bitch as well... *yeah this dude is that bitch* Young boy: You won! He called you bitch of l remember correctly...what are you cooking huh is this the lunch...come on give some to this poor soul Young boy snuggled to the young man and Young boy: revenge! A childish movement that wouldn''t be called a kick was thrown by the young boy. Even he wondered how someone like him could be a well known person among others. The young man easily dodged his kick and grabbed his neck from behind. Young boy: Damn yo.... Young boys torture continued for some time until a certain someone remembered the thing called mercy. The boy lay on the ground breathing heavily as he was released from the choke. Young boy: don''t you have mercy huh... He touched his face and winced *you bitch* Young boy: How dare you touch my beautiful face you....ugh just give me some time to find some insults for you... After coughing for some time he sat next to him Young boy:...so what are we supposed to do? They stared at each other for some time. The boy was rather bad when it came to human interactions but this man was just worse. *when you meet someone you tell them your name...well l can''t since l dont remember it but not everyone is like me* Young man grabbed the wooden spoon that was inside the pot he was cooking a potato dish and tried tasting it Young boy: Should have been faster...whwaahh The boy devoured the food before he can taste it but his low knowledge on food making became his end as the potato burned his tongue leaving an irritating feeling as he spat it on the ground. Young boy: why the hell are you laughing huh? He was laughing. His silent mouth was forming a smile as he continued. His hands grabbed his thighs and squeezed them like a little boy that hates oranges but likes the orange juice. Young man: I will definitely die...with a dude like this we are sure to die. He was able to stop himself from going further. Young man: Ragnal...is my name nice to meet you useless mercenary. Young boy: Yeah yeah just give me break Boy turned his back towards him and lay down on the soft grass. Young boy: a bed would be better but whatever...poke when it cools down got it? Before laying down he walked towards the river and... Young boy: bitch look at this bruised eye l look like John now... He turned around and met Ragnal''s eyes. Young boy: look at what you did to me...huh m forgot to tell you l smashed that John''s face inside...why are you looking at me? Hey hey hey stay the hell away! He was hugged by Ragnal. His head was forcefully buried into his chest as he continued hugging him. Ragnal: l never got the chance to do that.... *well it looks like he hates him as well* Young boy: ok ok got it....just get away from me l hate cuddling with maniacs and weird dudes... Their long journey started right there as they ate their lunch and Ragnal explained his whole deal. Ragnal: like l said l just need you cover me when needed and that''s it...now get up l needs some things to buy from the city and you are gonna carry them all. Young boy: I forgot the part where l became a slave... Their journey towards the city started right at that moment. From what he has seen Ragnal was a rather cold and blunt person. He was still better than anyone he has seen before him. Young boy: When will we get there... Ragnal looked at him with his cold stare different from the time he heard that the boy beat John. Ragnal: This is 4th time you asked this we will be there before the sky becomes orange. Young boy: What does that even mean...ugh whatever...so what are you going to buy? Ragnal sighed as the boy continued yapping. Ragnal: l need to set up some traps and l am lacking explosive power...and l will buy some other things as a last resort... Time was like a snail but after a long walk they found themselves infront of a huge stone wall with a huge wooden door in the middle of it guarded by people above the walls with bows in their hands. And right at that moment the boy heard a pleasant voice. It was quiet but alluring at the same time. It was like a remedy to his soul. What was it singing? why was it sad? He had no idea. I WILL KILL YOU I always wondered. If l will ever have wings If l will ever become perfect. If l will ever become complete. After some time l stopped thinking. I stopped questioning after some time. I wore a fake persona as a mask. It was better than being empty. Even if it was just role-playing. I wanted to feel normal without questioning anything. ..... .... .... .. . The alluring voice was singing a song. What was this song...no this wasn''t a song but a requiem. He was stopped on his path by this voice that embodied beauty and elegance. Young boy:...huh..what is this? Tears fell from his eyes as he heard the mysterious requiem. He wasn''t sad, he wasn''t angry...the tears held no meaning at least for him... Young boy: Ragnal...do you hear something....forget it talk to the guards on my behalf. He continued in his path. His small steps became faster and faster with each step. He was running behind the gentle voice. His arms were swinging like they were dislocated, his eyes were blank as the only think he needed at that moment was his ears. Like a fish swimming against the current. He wanted to meet the owner of this voice. He felt like his whole body was getting controlled by this requiem. This requiem was able to calm his entire brain that was overwhelmed by the whole situation and was refusing to think or use logic at all. Ragnal was running behind him as well. He was shouting something but to who? His blinded eyes saw nothing in front of him. He felt like his whole world was like a ocean. He was nothing but a fishing boat fighting the waves only to be their slave. The guards near the gate stood on their ground letting him enter the city. He turned around and shouted. Young boy: l will find you later Ragnal! Ragnal''s answer was cold and late as usual. But his anger was hidden under his answer. Ragnal: That''s my line dumbass... He was running inside the city like a rabid dog. He was feeling like magma was pumping through his body, his whole body was burning. He was feeling intoxicated. ?: Look where you are going bitch! ?: Hey what the fuck? Thump thump thump He found himself infront of a huge building and without any rest he threw himself in. Barging into rooms one by one He was running around the building. Even himself had no idea why he was doing this. Room after room his ears were searching for the beautiful voice. After a long search and entering weird rooms with multiple people inside them he was in the middle of a long corridor. In front of him stood multiple heavily armored guards. They were there probably because of all the chaos he was causing inside the building. The lifted their swords and spears as the boy launched towards them. *do something...fucking do something* His adrenaline fulled body jumped right before entering the range of their spears and swords launching all of them towards the door behind the guards back and this was the first time his vision became clear probably because of this life threatening situation he has got himself into. The door opened as they crushed into it and then. *WoW* He was floating in the air. His eyes were locked to the chandelier covered in gold hanging over the people down there. His eyes wondered around the room. It was filled with people wearing elegant clothes and drinking wine while sitting on their tables. This place was definitely a restaurant by all means. He floated less than a second but everything felt more than minute. His brain numbed by the beautiful voice and carried him all the way here with no care at all was returning back to normal. As his body spinned in the air his eyes locked into the guards rolling down the stairs. His body slowed down as he lost his momentum ans started falling down. *Shit shit shit shit* Before he landed head first into the ground his eyes met someone. She was playing piano while singing a sad requiem from a lost culture. The requiem of the language that never existed. And as he fell down and landed next to her everything went dark. ...... ..... ..... .. She used to sing me a lullaby whenever l had trouble sleeping. Her voice was angelic I always sneaked out of my room and climbed to hers. Climbing was easy for me. I always knocked on her window and she never kept me waiting. I was lucky that she was staying alone in that room. She was always kind towards me unlike others. Her bed was too small to fit both of us properly so we always cuddled until the sun rose. She was the best pillow l have ever had. She wasn''t one of the flat ones that never supports you. She wasn''t like the hard ones that pushes you away every time you tried something. She wasn''t like the cheap ones that always had a foul mouth. She was the pillow l always wanted. She was my soft and high quality pillow. She always smelled like flowers. She loved them and l liked helping her water them as well. It was sad she never witnessed her own creations. She was always in pain but she never stopped smiling. I couldn''t have just waited while doing nothing. I was ready to sacrifice anything. And everything l would get my hands on. She always told me that l shouldn''t risk myself for her. How can l hold myself from helping her? She is my creator. She is my god. She is the one that named me. She is the one that gave me my emotions back. She is colorful. She is the only colorful person l met in this monochrome that had colors this shiny. I want her to use me. Just one sentence is enough. Just ask me to save you. It''s my fate to be used. It''s my fate to be a weapon. It''s my fate to be a slave. It''s my fate to be a monster. I was never a human from the start. Please.... Use me instead of loving me without asking for something in return. ..... .... ... .. . Blood trickled down his face as he stood up.Everyone was looking at him with bloodshot as they started cursing and throwing their glasses at him.Their face filled with rage as this small figure fell from the sky and caused the beautiful requiem to stop.The boy stood there for a few second with his face covered in blood from the blood leaking from his head.The glasses shattered on his head and armor as the guards that fell down the stairs unlike the boy came with their weapons lifted.The boy continued looking around with empty eyes.The beautiful girl wearing a pink dress caught his eye.She was standing on his right sitting on a wooden chair with her hands resting on the piano she was playing before the boy fell from the sky.She had a ponytail orange hair. She quickly got up from her chair and rushed to the boy. *l don''t want think* She stood between the boy and the guards.Her ponytail swayed left and right as she stood there panting.Her swinging pony tail revealed her sweaty back.Her dress was one of the ones that had a low cut back.She spreaded her arms as if she was trying to protect him like a mother bird. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. *Why am l even here?Why did l lose my memories?Who am l supposed to trust?Can l even trust myself?No no no!They aren''t me!How can they expect me to trust that weird guys l have never heard or met before.How can they expect me to believe in things they showed me?Maybe they are fake,maybe they are just lies created by them to use me?How did l even get here?I felt like my whole body moved on it''s own.What was that feeling of nostalgia and how can l even question the feeling of nostalgia itself?Maybe it''s a lie as well.Maybe it is a way for then to move me from place to place.Why did they showe me that weird things?They don''t even add up with each other.Maybe they are trying to weaken me...maybe they want to use me like a puppet.I don''t even know what they are.Maybe l should just leave everything behind...what if l escape?I can probably pickpocket some money and pay someone to take me away from this hell hole...but then what?Do l even have a skill or an ability that l can use to earn money?I have nothing to keep myself alive other than this sword...* Girl: He is with me...l called him here. Guard number one: But miss Yela.... Girl: Are you questioning me...and how can you act rude towards my guest huh? She shouted towards one of the guards.Her angelic goddess like soft voice covered the whole room as she took a step forward and slapped the man. Girl: Know your place... She turned towards the crown and bowed in a elegant style. *l am tired of having this weight on my shoulder...l wish l could just leave everything behind...who am l?Let''s assume l really am a killer...no let''s say l really am a monster...someone''s status can be different from other people''s eyes...it must be justified...the light of hope isn''t something they showed me so it can''t be fake...l am a cool knight...l have a chivalrous soul, everything l did must have a reason behind it....l am sure* Girl: l am sorry everyone but l need to leave early today...thank you for listening to my song. *Everything must be fake...they are both creations of my mind l am sure of it. Then what am l? Why did l even lose my memories? Wait maybe he is right...they are like alter personalities after all. That would explain how it felt like a fewer dream when l ran all the way here. But why this doesn''t explain why the madman called the monster a liar...* The boys looked at the crowd with a disturbed face as they looked at him with eyes filled with anger. The boy was a delusional person. His whole existence was a delusion itself. The boys hands met each other as his right gripped the left stabbing it''s nails into it. The boy was stressed the boy was in fear. The harder he tried to refuse thinking and questioning the more he found himself questioning his existence. He looked around stressed and scared as his nails dug into his skin. His blood fell to the ground as his scared eyes met the girls face. She was walking towards him with a childish smile on her face. She had two long bangs on both sides of her face. Her green eyes filled with amusement stared at the boys scared eyes. She looked at him with her pink lips covered in a light colored lipstick, a cute smile appeared on her face as she walked up to him smiling. She had a innocent face that most people would call childish, she had a small and button like nose. Her thin and beautiful eyebrows gave her a weird expression that the boys wasn''t familiar with. She opened her pink lips and talked with a seductive voice...a voice filled with love. Girl: l found you...my star. The boys hand was quickly grabbed and pulled towards the stairs. She looked back and smiled to him before continuing to run while holding the boys hand. Before long they were outside the building. She let go of his hand and took a few steps forward before opening her arms and turning around smiling Girl: You are like a star on my darkest night...hey you will be my inspiration got it? She lifted her left and and poked the boys cheek before taking a step back and clasping her hands behind her back. *huh* The boy looked at her with his mouth halfway open and with a suprised expression. Girl: Wow you look really bad...well if you become my inspiration for my next song l might as well heal you and take you on a date what do you say? Look you can''t just go on a date with a cute girl like me everyday you know. This is the chance of your life. *Date?* Boy looked at her shocked for a while before asking her a question. Young boy: What is a date? The girl looked at him with a annoyed face and sighed before talking. Girl: Is this a rhetorical question? And l don''t care you are coming with me...before that... She lifted her hand and touched the boys face before whispering a incantation. Girl: may the light that gave birth to life shall restore it too. A green light covered the entire street as the boys wounds healed up in an instant. The girl put her hand on her waist and smiled filled with pride. Girl: Really cool right? Not many people can use magic and especially a healing magic this strong....what is it? Why are you looking at me like that did you fall in love or something like that? Well you know what they say some people are bound by the silver string of fate. You look really unique and l love it . You are different than the animals that walk around and so the same things everyday. She pointed at a man sitting on a wooden bench right outside a dessert shop. He had a cardboard bag on his lap filled with chestnuts covered in chocolate. He was focused at his food....so much that you could say that he was living in his own world. Girl: You are really silent...well let me tell you why l called him an animal. To be honest slave would have been a better term but whatever as you can see he is eating his breakfast or the thing he calls breakfast. I see him everyday and everyday he is buying the same thing. Then he is going to the adventurer guild to work in his little office handling the bounties of the monster and changing them according to the daily reports and inflation. Aww what a simple guy he is. Then he returns to his place at the slums of this city and takes the trash out every day before cooking himself a simple dish like boiled potatoes or just a simple soup. You know what l mean right? I hate people that are scared to try new things, l hate people that can''t even make simple choices in their life....but you are different. No sane person would jump down from 2 floors above. Why are you staying silent l feel like that certain politician from lulush. Young boy:...You talk so much that l started feeling weird...normally l am the one that takes that role...you are cool you know... The boy had a weird smile on his face. His body was filled with different feelings that he never felt before. Young boy: Hey that magic...how do you do it? It looks cool so l was curious... The girl looked at him with a smug before leaning towards him and whispering to his ear. Girl: It takes years...but l would gladly teach you everything if we meet again but...it won''t be free cutie... Her lips touched his earlobe as she whispered. She pulled back after finishing her sentence and then started walking away. *huh where is she going?* Girl: You can''t have a date without eating desserts together....hmmm what about crepe? They it''s really popular around here. Have you ever eaten crepe? No? Well you don''t look like you are from here where did you come from? Well we can talk once we get a seat. Oh l forgot to tell you what crepe is. It''s like a really sweet and soft dough with chocolate and fresh fruits inside it. They have alcohol versions as well where they add a liquor like sauce inside it...well l dont like it why would you add something bitter into something sweet? Ughh l can''t understand that weird guys...hey why are you staying silent again? Don''t tell me you hate girls that talk to much. I didn''t expect you to be one of them She looked at him with a disappointment face as he looked at her blushing and shaking his head left and right profusely. Young boy: It''s not that...l find you cute...but don''t you think you are going a little fas.... The girl grabbed his hands and started pulling him. Girl: Awwww you are so cute when you blush if you continue like this l might fall for you... She continued pulling him as she started running towards the crepe stand. After a few minutes they were standing in the middle of a wide street filled with stores and stands. She turned back and smiled to the boys before leaving him alone in the middle of the crowd. *There she goes...well l might as well find a place to sit* He wondered in the middle of the crowd until he saw a wooden bench in front of a statue. He sat on it and waited the girl to find her. The crowd was overwhelming especially for him. Girl: Hey...you found a spot for us huh that''s cool and here is your crepe l and them add a lot of chocolate to it since you look like you are starving to death. Hey why are you looking at it like that l am sure you can finish it...l mean you should be able to if you try hard enough. This wasn''t a crepe...no this wasn''t even a food this was a mountain of torn apart dead bodies of fruits with their blood of chocolate covering them. Young boy: Miss have some mercy on me l dont want to dishonore the lives of all that strawberries that sacrificed their life... His defense wasn''t strong enough to protect him as she stuffed the huge crepe in his mouth. Girl: Wow l didn''t expect you to take it all in at the same time...hey why are you getting purple? Hey hey hey don''t you die on me idiot! She shook his whole body as he slowly turned purple but with the help of a miracle he swallowed it at the last second. Girl: Wahoo here you go did you like it? Oh you didn''t have time to savor the taste right? Well too bad maybe you will be lucky next time... Young boy: You nearly killed me and that is the only thing you are going to say? The girl looked at him with her classic smile and leaned towards his face. Girl: You have some on your cheek... *waaaahh* The girls tongue touched the boys cheek as she licked the chocolate on his cheek. The sweet feeling turning the boys face completely red. Girl: What a klutz you are.....you lost all your memories right? After seeing the boys reaction she continued speaking. Girl: l used a magic again when l licked the chocolate off...you are really mysterious no wonder you are this colorful in this monochrome world... Young boy: Huh? This words reminded him of something Girl: what should my new songs name be....what about the scout of love? Or the day a star fell down? Maybe it should be greedy child or honey....you are full of possibilities yet none of it is certain...hey what do you think l should name my new song? Young boy: Well...what about..hmmm...light of hope? Girl: Light of hope?...no no no this name doesn''t suit you at all...oh l found it, it will be called the one hated by gods. Sounds cool and epic right? Of course it sounds epic l named it after all...ohh.. The girls stared at his face with blind eyes for a while. Girl: l haven''t told you my name right? I am sorry l was focused on different things so l completely forgot about it....it''s Elaine...my name is Elaine...you don''t have to tell me yours l already know you don''t even remember it...it''s really classic right? Well it''s not like l love it...but l don''t hate it either. The boy shook his head. Young boy: I think it''s beautiful...not that l understand much from names... Elaine took a bite from her crepe. Her eyes wondered around and saw something she never knew she needed until she saw it. Elaine: Let''s take a photo together Elaine stuffed her crepe in her mouth before taking the boys hand. Elaine: Let''s go come on *what is the photo she is talking about* Elaine took him in front of a young boy that was holding a small metal box with a crystal on top of it in his hand. She handed the boys some coins before looking back at the boy. Elaine: Let''s take a cute pose come here...don''t be shy grab my waist..yeah just like that now bring that lips of yours here... *huh lips?* She pulled the boy from his neck and right at that moment... Elaine: Hey...how does it feel to kiss someone...don''t look at me suprised like that a human should their life to the fullest without worrying about anything...now tell me how does it feel? *hot* Thump thump thump thump Young boy:...l feel like l am about to melt... Elaine looked at him with a smug for a while before whispering to him. Elaine: Don''t forget this feeling...this melting feeling. The action itself was a meaningless act but the person that did it changed everything about it. Once their lips departed with each other his body was shaking in a weird feeling. A feeling he hasn''t felt before. Elaine quickly rushed to the boys as a weird piece of paper came out of the metal box. Elaine: Aww you look really cute..look at this shocked face of yours...ohh Her eyes locked into something other than the boys face for the first time. Elaine: l need to leave...but don''t worry l will come back just wait here for a while. She rushed into the crowd while holding the thing she called photo in her hand. *Leave?* The boy ran after her, following her inside the crowd but after a while he got lost himself. *where is she? Where is she!....here she is* He saw Elaine walking into a small alleyway and ran after her. *A little girl?* It was a dead end and at the end of the alleyway a little girl was sitting on her knees crying. He wasn''t able to see the little girls face because the houses were cutting of the light but she was surely crying. Young boy:...Hey little girl...have you seen a cute redhead?....are you ok? The little girl looked at her with her bloodshot eyes before saying a small sentence. Little girl: You took my kidney... ...... ... .. . The boy took a step back in shock but he was too late. The girl was just a step away from him and all of a sudden a huge hole appeared on his lower abdomen as the little girl stood there holding a kidney Young boy: aaaa...a...aaaaararhhhhhaaaa!! The boy fell on his knees before someone whispered to his ear from behind. ?:You took my liver... Another hole appeared as he fell to his right shouting profusely as the guy that whispered behind him showed the boy his liver he just ripped out. The boy crawled away and took his sword out while on the ground but he saw something he shouldn''t have seen, a familiar figure no something was different about her. Elaine?: Did you forget our promise? I did my part and showed you everything you asked for...you told me you loved me...you would become my everything if l asked for it. Elaine? took a few steps forward and lifted the boys chin just to look into his eyes. Her eyes were filled with obsession as she stood there towering over the near dead boy as he lay on the ground his rotting organs falling out. Elaine?: You said you would be my star...you promised me you would be there for me until everything ends...you said you would only think about me, talk to me, love me, hate me...you said l would be your everything like how you were my everything... The man that ripped the boys liver gave Elaine? A purple flower. She held the flower and examined it before sniffing it. Elaine?: Don''t you remember our flower...the flower that saved us and the stars...the flower that showed us the beauty behind humanity... She threw the flower on the boys body before leaning down licking his lower lip before sucking it. Blood gushed out of the boys mouth. She savored the taste of his blood and licked her own lips before letting go of him. Elaine?: Think of this as a warning...l will collect you the next time we meet...you will never leave me again... Elaine''s body changed all of a sudden and a muscular figure stood before him...it was the madman. He turned to the boy and smiled with his brown eyes filled with madness. Young boy:...l will kill you.. The boys body was launched forward in an instant and before anyone can even react the man that ripped his liver was decapitated. The boy...no what was left of the boy stood there. He wasn''t a human at this point. His body was living on the instincts and before long he dashed again. His feet dug into the ground breaking the stone ground and pushed his body towards the little girl before kicking her head. The blood covered the whole alleyway as her head exploded. The boy looked at the madman and before he could even move He was thrown back by some kind of shockwave. Young boy:...huh...wh...uhh....... His torso had a huge hole in the middle of it and before the boy could even get up everything became cold and then it all became dark. ?: It looks like you can''t go on any longer...let me take control of it...we can''t die here right partner? He was getting swallowed by a thick dark shadow when he saw a face he has never seen. A young boy was looking at him. His long grey hair was covering his cute face but something was visible...his eyes filled with emotions. He was happy...no he was sad. His expression was one that he couldn''t read, it was one he hasn''t felt until this moment of his life. The obsession in his eyes was something nothing could clean or excuse it was pure madness. He wanted to say something but nothing came out of his mouth as he got swallowed by the darkness. ...... ..... .... ... ... ... .. The corpse of the boy stood up from the ground and launched the the madman in a animalistic way. His fingers dug into the ground as he moved forward but before he can reach the madman he instantly turned into Elaine. Elaine? Was standing there in her beautiful dress and before he could rip her respiratory track she whispered something without even looking at him. She talked in a language that never existed. Weird words formed in the sky. The white shiny words shined upon the corpse going full speed towards it''s end. Elaine?:...l warned you. It was just a sparkle..... The boys skin melted as the small sparkle touched him. His insides melted as his whole body caught fire. There was nothing left of him as he fell to the ground as a piece of charcoal shaped like a human. no matter what happens l will be here for you He was sitting on the ground with his tires eyes looking at the sky His eyes were empty They never cared about what was happening to the world Even if it burned Even if it wasn''t fair His whole world was like a wheel It''s turning it''s turning it''s turning like a wheel his world was spinning He was intoxicated...no he was high...as high as the clouds The whole world was like the wild waves of the ocean hitting the beach He tried getting up only to fall back like a small baby trying to take it''s first steps He was sweating yet he was freezing This wasn''t an affect of the drugs His dilated pupils locked onto the moon with a small smile as he opened his mouth Nothing came out Nothing was heard The addicting euphoria kept everything inside His cry was none existent They were moving His feet were moving in a cool way His iron boots went right and left as he continued staring at them The high pitched sound was like a lullaby The city was burning They already burned the Duke and the duke''s mansion They skinned him alive...no he skinned him alive in front of everyone He still remembered his cries He was a good man at least this was what they told him He kept the taxes low and helped the city in every way he could What a nice guy he was Too bad his fate was sealed with the order The platoon of Siegfreed gathered everyone at the town center. Near a million people gathered as Siegfreed pointed at the crucified Duke with a smile on his face He lifted his sword and with one downwards slash the whole mansion caught fire. Windows cracked with the sudden combustion, the furnitures became nothing but ash right at that instance Siegfreed: Look at how much your country values you. Look at the Duke that cared about you. Semyon, Lawrence and him stood near the Duke which was already unconscious after he broke all of his limbs and crucified him. Saliva was leaking from his mouth as his short black hair covered his burned face leaking pus. He stood there crucified with his skinny body exposed to his own people. His empty eyes looked at crowd before his dry lips opened to try to say something only for him to dislocate his jaw with one punch. Siegfreed: Semyon, Lawrence skin him alive now... The old man''s voice was calm and it had no emotion behind it. This was his one of the tamest days after what happened at the village they visited a few days before arriving here this was like a blessing at least for the crowd. Semyon: Ugh..l am not doing this again hey can''t you do this for me? If you do l will give you a coin. ?: 2 gold coins or l won''t waste my time trying to work together with your toy. You can''t expect me to pl.... Siegfreed: Are you defying the order of your commander? Skin him now! He took a few steps forward and placed his hand on the nearly dead man''s torso. ?: Are you going to come here or what? A young boy took a step forward. ?: here you are....now make a small cut near the wrist and don''t worry about the hands they would take too long anyways. The blond boy was standing still with his whole body shaking under the pressure. His frail body took its like it was the heaviest thing in existence. His small hands were holding a small knife keeping a firm hold of it like it was the only protection he had between him and insanity. He took one last look at the man under his foggy glasses before closing the distance with small steps. Semyon watched him as he closed the distance with his whole body shaking. ?: Now make a small cut...yeah just like that hey hey! Dont cut too deep you just need to cut the skin ughhh you useless bitch...just give me your hand! He took Lawrence''s hand and guided it. Slowly slitting through the thin skin of the near dead man. He was shouting like a pig that was sold to the butcher, his cries were heard across the whole town. Tears started forming in his empty eyes as he watched the crowd. This tears werent for himself but for the people. But he wasn''t the only one crying. Something fell to the ground. It wasn''t red nor brown. Lawrence''s tears fell down on the wooden platform they were on. His whole body shaking because of the stressful moments forced upon him by this lifestyle. ?: You are a fast learner huh... He started pulling his skin towards himself as Lawrence continued cutting under it separating it from what was left of the Duke. ?: You did great...now separate the arm part from the torso. We will do the torso just by itself...here you go...hey crowd! why are you so silent look at this! Where is the support they promised huh? They said the garrison would stop us right? Well than what is this! The crowd was never silent in the first place. Tears of agony filled the crowds eyes as they charged forward. They were ready to die for the Duke. They fell one by one with their cries heard across the whole town. Their cries became worse as he threw the skin they just harvested onto the crowd. As they continued rushing forward just to get impaled by spears and swords Siegfreed lifted his sword and slashed down the air and small explosives followed his sword. Small explosions all over the crowd tore their bodies apart raining down blood and limbs. A little boy was looking at them watching them from the crowd his blue eyes filled with fear. He didn''t dare to move at all as the remains of people he loved fell from the sky. Duke: Stoph!! I don''t wanthh it....l donthh want anyone to die because of me...please just do what they wanthh...give they whathh they ask for. Your life is the most important treasure...l am not worthhhy of your life...please don''thhh do this...don''thhh throw your life away. With tears of blood coming out of his eyes he shouted at what was left of the crowd with his bloodshot eyes. After hearing his words Siegfreed started talking. Siegfreed: Sylvian is the name of forgiveness. The empress has given you people a chance. Go to your houses and wait until a soldier comes there to collect what is our. The boy continued watching them as nearly everyone ran back to their house with tears in their eyes. His blue eyes locked onto the duke''s body. He wasn''t crying, he wasn''t moving. He was just staring at him with blank eyes. Lawrence: I can''t take this..... He looked into Lawrence''s eyes and took a few steps steps forward poking his chest with his hand. His leather weird shaped leather glove touching his skinny chest. ?: You can''t take this? Well well look what we have here...you thought this would have been easy like a trip in the forest? This is fucking war. Lawrence looked at him with his whole body shaking and his green eyes locked into his brown eyes with tears flowing down from them. Lawrence: Why are we doing this...we are supposed to be the good guys...we could have just gathered everyone here and forced them to give us everything we need yet we caused all this death and suffering... He looked at him with a grin on his face. ?: Good guys? Well well look at this little angel... He patted Lawrence''s head while laughing profusely. ?: You think good and bad exists in the world? There is no good or evil in the world. The concept of good and evil changes depending on who wins the war. Stronger one gets to tell the story. If we lose this war we will be known as a country of genocide and war criminals but if we win we will be heroes. I said heroes but don''t worry no one will remember us. We will be forgotten in the propaganda history created by the winner in both situations. We are nameless minions in this game that is called war. Why are you looking at me like that? I am not the one that gambled all his money away and got his sister taken away after all l did and became the reason she is going to become a slave and be sold on the market. Maybe you should have held back with your habit...but l am not even going to lie you are even selling your own body just to get enough money to buy her freedom...how cute. You are acting like a saint yet you are as evil as Siegfreed. Ohh are you getting angry at me? I am just stating the obvious. Blood trickled down his face. ?: wha... Lawrence was looking at him with his yellow hair covering his eyes and his tears falling down on the ground. Lawrence: l am sorry l am sorry l am sorry l am sorry. Lawrence''s hands were empty as the dagger he used before was inside his eye. Lawrence looked at him with his whole body shaking under the pressure. He grabbed the dagger inserted in his eye before opening his mouth. ?:.....every action has consequences Lawrence....an eye for an eye...this is their way....l am not sorry for this. Semyon: Fucking idiot!! Semyon rushed to Lawrence before anything could happen and covered his eyes. Nothing happened ...... ..... .... .... .. . ?:.....Save me...... He lifted his hands towards the moon with his whole body shaking from the feeling of euphoria and with tears falling from his eyes. The tears that held genuine emotions. The tears fell down as he listed his hands into the sky asking for her help. ?:....l dont want this...save me... His hands were covered by loose leather gloves covered in patches. They were too big for his hands yet he always wore them. ?:.....save me.... His gloves were covered in patches just like his broken body. He was a corpse He was a weapon He was a creation with one purpose Yet he betrayed it He searched for his own purpose But the purpose He found forced him into this path again It wasn''t that his purpose was faulty But his fate was Fate of the cursed Fate of the faulty one Fate of the one that rejected everything ??: Hehhhhh....he...ehh....he... His blank blue eye was locked into the one that entered this lonely alleyway. ?: Stay...aw A pregnant woman was standing there hugging a leather army bag. Her long black hair and the dark sky made it near impossible to see anything beyond her body type. ?: stay away.... A primal fear She continued toward him with her labored breath heard briefly. After taking a few steps she sat on the ground. But then she saw something. A boy on his knees looking into the sky A disgusting existence ?: Stay the....fuck away from me! He tried getting up but the world felt more like a endless sea then the soil. After falling down he started crawling away. It wasn''t my fault Breaking the syringes as he crawled away. Stepping on them with his hands. The acidic taste He was laying on the ground. Useless Laying on the ground head first as the vomit gushed out of his mouth. The acidic taste and the slimy texture filled his mouth. Disgusting He wasn''t even able to vomit properly. He continued laying on the ground unable to breath. Disgusting His blue eye was locked into the figure towering over him. She stared at him with disgust on her face. ??: Fucking Sylvian pig. Stomp ??: Die Die Die you fucking pig!!! She turned her back to the boy laying in a puddle of his own blood choking on his own vomit. She was holding a leather pouch as she walked away. ?: ahhaaargg... She was tackled down by him. Powerless His hands gripped her neck as he got on top of her. They had no power. His Powerless hands were nothing but an annoyance to her. Her hand searched for something on the ground and... Her whole body was covered in blood and vomit. She got up from the ground leaving him on the ground. His throat ripped apart by one of the syringes. The broken syringes was stabbed into his throat with the heat of the moment. The disgusting figure left his vision on to return towering over him with someone as big as a human skull in her hand. I can''t The cut in his throat was stitched back by....... I can''t die until l see him She lifted the thing she was holding. It was a huge brick. She looked at him one last time ready to smash the figure coughing trying to breath. I can''t die ??: Die! Until l make him pay for what he did The brick lowered down with great speed with her urge to kill at least one of the pigs. It splashed everywhere Before it can crush his skull a figure happened behind her. A muscular figure with a similar height to her. His face impossible to recognize in dark. It was holding a mace with a weird shape. It had sharp edges rather than pointy spikes covering it or just a flat surface. It didn''t have a wooden handle. It was made from only one material. It was as long as his torso towering over the woman. She wasn''t reacting to him...no she couldn''t react to him. She wasn''t fast enough to even know someone was behind her about to end her life once and for all. The mace smashed into her torso and right at that moment. It''s raining There was nothing left of her The raw power of the swing left nothing but a puddle of blood from her that is raining from the sky. With a genuine and kind voice he spoke... Boy: Here you are l have been searching for you...how many times am l supposed to say this to you just stay with me even if you are going to take them... He continued walking forward and then Boy: Shit not again! Dont you ever learn from your mistakes. Boy quickly lifted him and started patting his back as he continued vomiting. After a few minutes he listed his head and looked into his eyes. Before long an annoyed voice covered the alleyway. Boy: You can''t do anything without me...did you get yourself new stitches? Was it her that made this? Well at least this means there should be others like her as well...plan is successful huh...why are you looking at me like that...hey? He buried his head into the boys chest before lifting his face and looking at him once more. Tears feel from his eyes as his trembling lips were unable to utter a single word. He buried his head once more as his hands clinged into his armor as if it he is the only thing he can''t ever live without. He held to the boy like he was the only think between him and insanity. His fear filled eyes locked into the boys as he opened his mouth again but something was different. ?: l wonder....why? The hollow shell covered in dried blood looked into the boys eyes with his blue eye shining in the dark alleyway with nothing but a void inside it. ?:....why l am still keeping this act....why am l still acting like a human...am l even one in the first place? The boy looked at him with a small smile but he wasn''t good at hiding his emotions. His eyes started to feel heavy and his throat started to feel like someone was choking him. Seeing the person he loved turn into this broken machine was nothing but torture to him. He was perfect...no he should have been perfect at least that is how the boy saw him. Boy lifted his arm and ran it through the hair of him. He patted his head as his hair turned darker with the clotted blood covering it. Boy: What did l say...just stop putting that persona in front of you hoping it is the salvation you trive...no matter how you act...no matter how you look...no matter how deep down you are l will always be there for you...now come l need to clean you up. Boy grabbed his hollow body and put it over his shoulder and left the alleyway with slow steps with his eyes looking around Boy: It looks like our play worked as well as he expected...maybe a bit more than he expected. Well chaos is here but...this is more than we needed. Well you know what they say more is better than nothing right....right? ?: One must suffer....for other to survive... Boy: This is the unbreakable rule of humanity yeah yeah you are really annoying sometimes. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Boy patted his head with his left hand while stabilizing his torso with his right arm keeping him still on his shoulder as he continued walking in this burned town. Boy: Let them slow the army down rather than us....not a bad idea right? If we take away everything they have other than farming equipment which can be used as weapons they can resist the army support that will pass from here slowing them down since they will reach here 2 days later than they the promised time which became the cause of their dear duke''s death. A mini civil war to say the least.... They continued walking through the city leaving burned buildings and cries of agony behind. Boy: You know Siegfreed he hates when things refuse to follow his plan...some idiots thought killing the soldiers that are there to take what is ours was a good idea and you can imagine what Siegfreed did....well it was their fault.... The boy continued walking...Stepping on corpses and the remains of dreams. Boy: You don''t know what happened right? After you disappeared all of a sudden we got into one of the houses to raid it only to see it has a bath inside of it how lucky we are right? It has been at least a week since we had a proper bath... The atmosphere got heavier as he took a deep breath and sighed. Boy: I wish we could just run away... ?: Too early....l just need 100 more...just 100 and l will be... His sentence was cut in half by the boy as he suddenly stopped in his track and shouted at him. Boy: Just 100 more and then they will need 3000 more! Just 100 more for your new suffering. Why are you even doing this are you taking pleasure from being forced into this life? Why can''t you just live a normal life......look at yourself how long do you think you can live if this continues like this? 10 more years? 5? 2? Maybe it is even less than that! You!.....you.. Blood trickled down the boys lips as he bit into them trying to hold back from beating some sense into him. Boy:....l despise you.......don''t worry l will be your salvation...like how you became my savior. I hate how you allow people to use you and how you are unable to even do anything for yourself...but l am here...and l always will. After a few steps boy heard something coming towards him and.... ??: fuck! It was stopped mid air. Boy: You guys never learn right? An axe was thrown at the boy before he grabbed it with his left hand before throwing it back slicing his whole body into two pieces. ?: You are fast... Boy looked around trying to understand how he was attacked in an area that was already searched throughly. Boy: Ohh...so he killed him huh...don''t get happy from the start it isn''t Semyon it is just one of Siegfreeds one time use fire power. ?: I was always unlucky The boy continued his way happy that he was able to chance the subject before it got worse for him and for himself. He entered one of the houses before making his way into the bathroom Boy: Here you go your bath is ready Mr He lifted him off his shoulder with one arm and threw him into the wooden tub before stripping him naked. Boy: You become really useless after using them...l will make you call me mama after all this. ?:.... Boy slowly took his chainmail off and placed it on the ground over his chainmail. Boy: We shouldn''t waste water you know... The boy touched the blue crystal on top of the tub and a sudden gush of warm water happened as a blue light covered the room. Boy: Blue looks good on you you know.... Boy''s naked body was visible under the candle light that lightened the entire room. He had long black hair and dark circles under his eyes. His tanned skin was shining probably because he was literally melting inside that armor because of all the fires heating up the night. Boy: Let''s start with your head 1 2 3! Boy was shouting from inside hating how he was acting like everything is normal and nothing is different from how it is supposed to be yet he continued with his act wearing the mask of lies. Boy grabbed a small bucket next to the tub and used it to wash his hair. Boy:...it''s getting worse every day...can l take your gloves off? His body was covered in stitches. Nearly his entire torso was covered by them and most parts had different skin colors as well. Same went for his arms as well since they were both covered by stitches keeping this rotten corpse together. ?:...huh? Ohh......there is nothing to hide.... After saying this he slowly took his oversized leather gloves covered in patches off. Boy: Can you even use your hands at this point?.... Seeing his savior slowly turn into a rotting monster was enough to bring tears to his eyes yet he held himself back trying to be strong for himself and him that was nothing but a crybaby moved by fake emotions and a fake human persona after taking all that drugs. He was forced into being something he never was ever since he was born. He was a hollow shell, a mechanical emotionless body created to this world with no purpose and forced to be a belonging for others. Boy: Hey....wanna escape? Silence covered the room as the boy spoke with a tear falling from his eye. He couldn''t take it anymore. He couldn''t just watch the one he loves suffer and slowly turn into something he never was. Boy:....we have enough money to bribe our way into another country and buy fake identifications...then we can rent a small place in the city. We can easily get a job since we both know how to read and write. A simple job in a bank would be enough for us to live a simple life and then after years of saving we can open a book shop. You always liked books right? Then we can live the rest of our life in peace. We can live a simple life and if we ever get tired of it we can just go on a vacation visiting town after town searching for the beauty of nature and other things....Don''t you want to be happy? Escape from the grasp of others that love you just because you are a valuable asset to them. ?: Happy....happy? Happy! He lifted his stitched up arms and covered his face with what was left of his hands. ?: Can l even become happy? Can l even enjoy something? How? How can someone expect me to feel something l wasn''t born with? My whole life was an act yet how can you expect me to feel something? What am l supposed to be? A human? Weapon? Monster? Can l even feel something l only know how to act? Between his so called fingers his eyes were different. They weren''t blank eyes....they were a lot different. Boy pulled him for a hug Boy: I will save you... They were the eyes of a madman ....... ..... ..... .... ... .. . Young boy: is this...afterlife? He found himself in the middle of a black world covered with broken mirrors covering the entire world. Stepping on broken shards leaving bloody footprints behind he stood in front of a mirror. It was cracked yet it stood whole and high among the sea of broken shards. Boy lifted his hand and touched the mirror. ?: like l said l am here Boy took a step back shocked by the voice only for his eyes to meet a shattered image...no a shattered reflection on the mirror. It was his own body standing there naked...no something was different. The body in front of him was nothing like the brittle body he had. It was a lean yet muscular figure standing in front of him. His long black hair going down his shoulders as he stood there smiling with a huge grin. With dark circles under them his eyes were tired yet they were full off emotions the young boy could never feel and can only fake. Young boy: What the hell are you talking about! Who the fuck are you! ?: Cut the act. I am here for you...just as l promised that day and l don''t want to take your time so cut the act and let''s get to the point. His words were cold yet they weren''t there to hurt him. They were just stating the obvious. ?: Do you think someone like you can just die by something like that? Even without......you would survive it pretty easily. It felt like something in his sentence was destroyed from reality before he could even hear it. Not that he cared that much about it. ?: Now before all the important parts don''t you have things to ask? I might not be able to answer all of them yet l can try my best. The boy stood there with little to no facial expressions as he continued talking. His eyes were blank and he was acting like he didn''t just shouted at him a few seconds ago. Young boy:...l was like this before as well right? ?: You mean this weird way of acting with the usage of fake emotions? Yeah you were always like that....every time you smiled, every time you cried, every time you got angry. You tried your best to perfect your way of acting yet sometimes the fake persona wasn''t enough to protect the brittle thing inside you. The figure lowered his body and sat on the end of the mirror with his huge grin. ?: Let me answer your next question as well. Yes l know who you are....to be exact l know who you are supposed to be but...considering your situation you will never be him....well to be honest l am not sure how l am supposed to feel about this...wow...you are a hard person like you always been. You forced me into being the one that does all the talking....look if you continue like this this will turn into a staring contest. Don''t you ever think you can beat me on this matter, this is one of my strong points. Young boy: l burned alive a few seconds ago. A voice devoid a urge to live spoke. How can you expect him to know the importance of life when his whole life was made out of 2 days, shorter than that of a butterfly''s. Life was nothing but suffering from what he has seen. Forced to move forward into unknown only realize nothing about it, forced to live in the traces of a past life digging into the ground hoping to uncover who he was. Maybe he was like the butterfly, unable to even save himself. ?: And you lost like always. Well l was always good at staring contests so no wonder you lost....well enough with this chattery. Tell me...did you fail? Young boy:..... ?: You promised me.... That you would make the stars fall ...... ..... .... ... .. . Something was standing on top of the hill of thousands of corpses...no it wasn''t standing it was held up by the swords and spears that pierced it''s body. It was pale and lifeless. Boy: No....no! Climbing on top of the hill hanging onto the dim hope he has only to meet his worst nightmare that he always refused to face. Stepping on corpses climbing up only to meet it. ?: Sorrwwyyyy...... A broken voice was heard from the top. A voice filled with pain, a voice that wasn''t different from that of a animal that accepted it''s end and welcomed it with a quiet voice. A corpse was waiting for him on top of the cliff. Pierced by javelins, arrows and spears torn apart by swords and axes crushed by maces and hammers but yet it stood there. The boys eyes met with the broken figure with its back turned to him. It''s bones were visible from outside as it stood there with it''s internal organs laying on the ground. Boy:..... He wanted to shout it''s name yet nothing came out of his mouth as he stood there with the corpse of his savior...no his loved one standing there torn apart in every way possible. The savior was dead...no the hope was dead, the reason was dead, the purpose was dead, the urge was dead, the love was dead, origin was dead, life was dead, will was dead, dreams were dead, instinct was dead, colors were dead, meaning was dead, despair was dead, obsession was dead. Everything that held a meaning died that moment when the savior fell. The impaled body twitched for a few seconds before stopping again with its spine and ribcage visible from the back with it''s body held up by the stakes and spears lodged into what was left of it. ?: sowwny...l wowt thiwk l wan wo on.... The torn apart thing slowly turned back with it''s head pulled back by.........strings. Strings kept what was left of it together as if it would change anything. The futile attempt did nothing other than moving it like a puppet while forcibly pumping blood throughout it''s body by covering its heart with strings and simulating how a heart beats. Connecting the corpses to it by stitching the veins to it''s body trying to keep it alive but it was already too late. The head continued turning back as all the blood siphoned from the corpses escaped from it''s wounds. ? It huwts..... It was rotting ?: It huwths.... It was falling out ?:....save me... It''s whole head was smashed yet it had a calm face...almost a face filled with peace. In the place of it''s left eye was a huge hole going deep down into his skull with blood and pus leaking out from it with small pieces of tissue coming out occasionally falling on the ground made out of the corpses of the fallen. The grotesque figure stood there with it''s eyes locked into something before speaking. ?: it''s rowwing...sowwy l couwldt wo it The blank blue eye continued looking at a fixed point as another gush of blood and pus came out from the hole where his eye was supposed to be. It''s head loosened and fell down looking down to the ground as more liquid leaked from the gravity. Boy:....no no no no no! Look up to me...please just hang on don''t you remember what you promised me....no don''t you remember what you promised yourself? You said you would make the stars fall, kill all of them one by one and then kill the prodigy of light...you said you would take my revenge and save me again...you saif you would make then suffer for everythingthey did to you....you can''t die...not like this... Boy fell on his knees as his eyes met the disfigured figure. The one that saved him, the one that is flawless was standing there as nothing but a part of the mountain of corpses. ?:..... It lifted it''s head again and looked into the moon and then smiled with it''s broken teeth creating a unease smile...a smile of death. ?: She wis hereww... It lifted it''s left arm into the sky only for it to be stopped by the stitched veins before it can even reach halfway. ?: prodigwy....she used two call we thatw.... It''s blue eye locked to the moon as it smiled revealing his broken teeth and the reason of it''s way of talking. It''s innocent face looked into the moon with emotions that the boy has never seen....no these weren''t emotions but rather an obsession similar to that of the boys. ?: Momwy....she wsed to wall we to wher room ewery day....she callewd we a prodigwy. ?: she ownly lowed we...we and ownly we. Boy: Mom? You....you always said you don''t know who your mom is... Boy walked in front of grotesque figure while trying to hide his disgust and disbelief over the whole situation. ?:...momwy iwnt my mom...but she mawde me who l am...she cweated me.... It lowered its head and looked to the boy before before giving him a big smile with what was left of it''s head. ?: my bowdy is hers...l am her produwt, her lowe, she gawe me her giwt...l am her ewerything...she is my ewerything...riwht? Ow l worgot to awk you sir...wo awe you? It looked at the boy with a innocent look on his crushed face expecting an answer from the boy as if he can talk even if he want to in this state.The boy looked back with a reactionless face as it smiled again before suddenly looking away as if it remembered something. The lungs of the corpses connected to it''s body grew in size as it inhaled and sighed before smiling with a smug on it''s face. Trachea of the dead connected together with stitches worked as a life support. ?: staws...they callewd me one as well...they awked me to be their sword, wheir bow, they wanted me to swile onwy to them, cwy onwy for them, love onwy them....they callewd me theiw preciouw star... It continued talking as it''s memories, personality, existence,logic and individuality slowly disappeared as it''s brain continued rotting still trying to keep it alive and sound...even it knew his end was near even with this state of his mind and it was sad. It''s voice was high pitched and frightened from the incoming end but it wasn''t the death that scared it. It was feeling sorry to leave her, it''s moon alone. It knew she must have been angry at it after it failed, this was probably it''s only regret as it slowly continued rotting away on this pile of hopes and dreams. Boy:....lier...you promised...lier...lier...lier... me...lier...lier...lier..lier....lier....lier...lier... Boy covered his face with his hands as if the sight in front of him would change if he covered his eyes. He continued ranting like a madman as the grotesque figure lifted it''s arm with the use of strings and slowly reached to him. ?: Sir? Awe you ok? Boy: You lied to me! It''s stitched up arms fell to the ground as the boy slapped it away. It was just dangling from it''s shoulder with a small piece of skin. The only reason it could move it''s arm was the strings working as it''s muscles. ?: Sir awe you sad? Why awe you cwying? Boy: Why.....why! What did l do to deserve this huh! What did l do to see everything l love and care for die infront of my eyes! Why why! Why can''t anyone give me a fucking reason for this why! Why did you lie to me? How can the fact that you are one of....ohh....no....... Boy took a step back after learning the truth and then rushed to it with his fist up in the sky ready to slam it''s skull in rage Boy: You fucking lier! How? How can you expect me to accept this? You planned on dieing huh! Why? Why.....before all this happened we could have escaped...we could have lived a nice life and even get the chance to kill them...but why...why... He got on his knees without punching him and covered his face. The feeling of failing to protect the one thing he loved...no the only thing that held any meaning was a excruciating pain. Everything would have been fine if he persuaded him before all this happened. Everything would have been fine...everything would have been the way he always dreamed. ?: Dowt cwy sir.....l dowt know who iwt was buwt...somewone told we they wouwd save we....mawbe they wan sawe you aw well... Boy slammed his lifted fist to the mountain of hopes and dreams as tears fell down his face accompanied with a animalistic cry of agony and.... Everything went dark ******************************************** I wish l could fix anything I lived my whole life in a rather rich neighborhood I was never hungry or sick I lived a happy and peaceful life I had 2 big sisters and my mom and dad Dad always worked until late hours so never really saw each other I always admired him I couldn''t even imagine how hard his work must have been considering our wealthy life style He never smiled or at least l have never seen him smile until that day He returned late at night and l was the only one awake so l got up from my bed and came down He was standing there and for the first time in my life l saw it His genuine smile He was holding a wooden toy in his hand It was a prince riding a horse What a beautiful thing it was He handed me the prince and talked to me This was rare but l always loved hearing his voice It was like a prize at the end of the day He told me to take good care of the prince and never break it under any circumstances Days passed after that day One day weird guys broke down the door of our house and entered inside It was a weekend Dad got between us and the armored man with weird armors but they just tossed him away They started searching through the house while shouting at us telling us to stay still But l couldn''t The toy fell to the ground and suddenly the prince got decapitated from the hit I couldn''t keep my promise It broke like everything l ever touched Friends and lovers alike A weird note like paper was laying on the ground One of the armored guys rushed forward and right at that moment His eyes had a primal rage in them He pulled out his sword and swung it at me It wasn''t me that died My youngest sister rushed between us right at that moment and she got decapitated in result She broke as well They gathered us in the living room and chained us together before walking up to my sister And they broke her again I always wished l could fix things with a small touch I wish l could fix the prince But life never works that way My dad was a traitor And the paper was actually a report on the garrison The punishment for traitors it Public execution They first took us into separate cells They tortured all of us every day Not that anyone other than dad would know anything They ripped out my nails one by one I said nothing that would please them They cut my fingers one by one I said nothing They did the same with my toes They ripped them off one by one Nothing came out How long did l suffer I don''t know One day someone threw small rocks inside my cell I wanted to play with them I wish l could make toys and towers with them I didn''t have fingers to shape anything They were nothing but small bumps The day for our execution came Traitor traitor traitor This is what they called us First one was my dear sister They placed her on a wooden table and chained all her limbs Chains were connected to 4 horses and She was ripped apart I couldn''t fix or save her too Next one was mom They pulled their strings and shot her with more than hundred arrows I couldn''t save her as well It was my turn They wanted to burn me alive And all of a sudden death rained from the sky Millions...no billions of little blue lights rained down from the sky The arrows of light purged the city leaving little to nothing left But the castle was standing protected by the red light The color blue and red were clashing in the sky shaking the city Blood rained from the sky as the arrows continued purging what''s beneath Dad died Mom died Sisters died Everything broke Leaving only a broken me behind A tall building was falling down Was this my end Then l saw him My savior With short brown hair and amber eyes he intercepted the building and with just a small slap It disappeared The figure looked at me before touching my arm ?: l will save you...when the day comes will you save me? Before l could understand anything weird veins of mana appeared on my body and Now l had hands They were back I am jealous I wish l could save too I wish l could fix too That figure suddenly disappeared That was the day I fell in love Boy: Who are you Boy: l am you Boy: You are not Boy: l am you or should l say your origin? I am the will of humanity Boy: Will of humanity? Boy: If you want use the other name sure you can call me order. Boy: What are you even supposed to be? Boy: You always wanted to save and fix things. You want to save him right? Like how he saved you. Then go on and use me. And don''t worry about the consequences you aren''t planning on living long as long as you can save him right? Use me... Just chant my name ******************************************** Boy: l always dreamed about a world everything is fixable The reality shattered Boy: l always dreamed about a world everything can be broken and fixed Reality shattered on his back creating wings from the shattered reality Boy: l wish the things l held never broke The wings that transcend concepts themselves showed images of burned down cities and corpses of people that believed that a salvation in this broken world still exists. Boy: l will become the salvation The broken reality crumbled and turned into a halo over his head. Boy: The power to create, control, construct and deconstruct He chanted everything and then got up from the ground with a weak smile on his lip Boy: This is the power of salvation. The reality shattered around him as another pair of wings that transcends above concepts that chains reality came out from his body continuing to show images filled with despair. His pupils shattered like the reality with each segment showing another corpse. Another dream, another despair. Boy: Order! The salvation! A power created by the trauma and insecurities of the users that transcend over everything, a power that held immense possibilities yet insane drawbacks as well. A power given by the humanity, a power that is the symbol of their will. ?: Wow...swiny He took a few steps forward before touching the grotesque figure. Boy: Not just a simple rot huh...is this even supposed to exist? He pulled his hand back before taking a deep breath. Boy: I will save you...no l will make you better than ever.... You will become human With tears falling down his eyes he smiled again as veins of blue mana appeared on his body burning his own body, melting his flesh. He touched his face and all of a sudden. Boy: There is only one salvation. Let me save you like how you saved me... He was slowly changing. Small patches with lighter skin color appeared on his body and his hair turned brown. He was slowly turning to it with a weak smile on his face. He was happy that he could save his savior yet he knew the only way of saving him was giving him working organs and there was only one way of doing it. Boy?: Let me save you... ?: Blue! A blue bow appeared out of nothing as he closed the distance and lifted his hand. The blue light or mana in this case leaked out from the bow like waves hitting the beach. A single arrow appeared on the bow as the boy pulled the string back Boy:....l can''t...l just can''t.... Just when he was about to lower the bow someone wiped his tears away from his face. ?: dowt cwy...Somewone told we blue looks beautiful on we...sawe goes fow you... Boy:....l am sorry Arrow strong enough to pierce reality pierced the head of it bringing it salvation. ........ ...... ..... .... ... .. . Young boy: I don''t know...l just remember the first part of it so l don''t have a clue... ?: Well then let me ask you...what is the difference between the memories they showed you and the ones that you already remember. Young boy: Mine don''t have cut or blurred moments. ?: Well maybe they are trying to protect you or maybe they just want to manipulate you for their purpose. Well it''s not my concern as long as you help me with just one thing...you know what l will give you 3 question chances so choose wisely. Think of me as your genie in the lamp. Young boy: She lied about her name right? ?: Wow l didn''t expect you to accept it instantly...well l have a trustable look right? They always say that...and yeah she lied to you about her name and it wasn''t just you she lied to everyone about her name and this was too obvious don''t you think? Young boy:...who saved me? Since l am not dead someone must have done it. ?: Look l can only see what you see but considering the situation it was definitely her that saved you from that abomination. Young boy: Who am l? ?:...... Young boy: You said you would answer any question l have now tell me who am l? ?: If you really want an answer you are my savior, my love, my obsession, my everything but if you are asking a name....well you have one but it was given to you later on so you can say that you have no name at all. Young boy: What do you mean by no name at all? ?: Well l gave you 3 questions and this makes 4 but whatever...you never told me anything about your childhood and you never used anything other than the name given to you by her so l really have no idea about that. Young boy: What about me being your lover and savior? Were you someone that l was close with? ?: Yeah and no it''s a long story but we never got that close...and if we got close.... Young boy: You knew l couldn''t love you even if l wanted to since... His sentence was cut in half by the statement of the reflection ?: You never had emotions in the first place...you know sometimes think that l am one of the most unluck persons out there...but still l found my salvation...l want you to give me an end....l want you to kill me. Young boy: Kill you? Why what are you even going to gain from me killing you? ?: Just a peace of mind that''s it. You are thinking too highly of me. He slowly came out of the mirror leaving nothing but a frosted mirror behind. He made his way towards the and grabbed his hand before lifting them up and placing them on his muscular neck. ?: Don''t worry l forgive you for everything you stole from me... One by one He lifted the boys fingers and wrapped them around his neck one by one and smiled to the face of death infront of him. ?: I know you won''t feel bad about this...come on help this poor guy with his dream... Young boy:...goodbye weird guy... Boys grip became strong with every second as his finger started digging into his skin. ?: This doesn''t feel that bad when you are just a soul.... The necks slowly shattered like glass under his grip. ?:....sorry for lying to you...but this was the only way. Let me be your savior like how you became mine...stop questioning, keep going and live your life to the fullest without thinking...walk into the unknown with no care, become free and throw your shackles away... He lifted his hand and touched the boys chest. His finger traced a circle on the left side of his chest and a hole appeared. Boy couldn''t speak from the sudden change of events and the pain of shards piercing his hands as they continued choking what was left of him. ?: l will fill that hole and save you..... He forced his hand into his chest breaking it like a window before pulling out his heart. His body started cracking as he smiled once more. ?: Death can never be my salvation...you are my salvation. Let''s become one...my savior... Young boy: No...... The heart was pushed inside the hole and then..... They became one ....... ...... .... ... .. . It was a dining room with a piano in the middle of it and a figure was sitting on top of it. The figure with long grey hair stood there with a expression he is familiar with...a look filled with pure obsession. Unknown figure: Took you long enough...don''t you know making someone wait is rude...partner A figure was sitting on his knees with blood trickling down his hands slowly falling on the ground. A blue eye appeared in the darkness looking at the figure. Young boy: Blue....it looks good on me right? A single tear fell down to the ground. A tear made of blood. Self proclaimed knight So this is how it feels This is a new feeling indeed I can feel it Is this love? ...... .... ... .. . Young boy: We became one.... A sharp shard of glass was left from him Young boy:..I wonder...if l will ever become whole. He lifted the shard and hugged it like it was a part of him. Small droplets of blood fell to this dark world as he started walking forward. Young boy: Are you my mirror? A mirror was standing infront of him. A mirror with no image and once he placed the shard on this mirror without an image something became visible. A version of him was standing in front of him yet something was different, he was met with a long brown hair and a blue eye. His right eye was as blue as the sky, was this the image of the person he became? Young boy: There is still a lot missing... ?: One day you will become whole. The boy was hugged from behind by something. Someone that shouldn''t exist. Young boy: You are just a part of my imagination right? ?: Is this how you react to me....yeah l am just a coping mechanism created by you and your knowledge of me inside than empty skull of yours...well l am still curious...how much do you remember? He sat on the ground patting the ground covered in black goo inviting the boy to sit with him. Young boy: Not much just a few memories yet they hold near to no connection or they even make sense. They sat together in this graveyard of mirrors looking to the sky watching the thing towering over them, giving them the power to see even in this dark abyss. Young boy: It isn''t supposed to be blue right? ?: I became your light, your savior just as l promised. You are nothing but a sheep that can''t find the right way without a shepherd, a boat that is lost without a lighthouse, an arrow can''t be shot without a bow. That blue moon will be your guide...no l will be your guide. He lifted his hand and pointed his slim finger towards the moon while shouting as if it will enhance his words making them more powerful than they already are. ?: No matter what happens l will be here for you got it!!! I will be the one to save you!!! The boy looked to the sky with his blank eyes before chanting his words. Young boy:...you will save me huh...hey can''t you see something different on the moon? ?: Huh different? Young boy: I feel like if l reach out hard enough a hand will reach out from the moon and hold my hand... ?: You are a weirdo you know that right? Young boy: Weirdo....l probably am. I don''t know what a normal person is supposed to be but l am sure l am not a normal one. Ugghhh l even failed to replicate all that emotions no wonder they all found me annoying. Gerard seemed to find me fun tho...right? ?: He found you annoying as well don''t you remember his face? Young boy:....well let''s go over everything l remembered so far. ?: Changing the subject like always...start from the first one l hate stories that start from the end. Young boy: Can you even find stories like that? Or memories in this case. ?: Can you prove me time goes forward instead of backwards? You can''t since time itself is the thing proving it''s way since there is no distance involved. Everything changes by the way you look at it so let''s check what you have with the mask on and mask off. There will be huge difference don''t worry. Well let''s go... It was a emotionless voice probably because of the boy''s inability to create fake emotions even when it came to the creations of his mind. ........ ...... .... ... .. . It was really dark Not that l had the ability to see Yet l knew it must have been dark We were walking together slowly descending into this place filled with madness My stitched and torn apart body was carried by someone Someone with hands hardened by hardship I could have walked if l wanted to But l knew at the end of this road my end was residing Maybe l wanted to take a break before the last requiem was sung I was happy I was humming a song A lullaby she used to sing for me Tears came out of my stabbed eyes I was happy This end that l always trived for I knew it was near Today was the day l waited for all this time The day of my salvation The day that l will make the stars fall We continued going down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. . ?: Something must be feeling a little....ughh how can l tell this to you hmm...yes eureka. You feel like you are lacking the key right? Young boy: key? Boy had little to no understanding over his situation and why he wasn''t able to see more into his memories even though he was moving forward without care like he told him to. ?: The shard...no the mask l gave you when we became one. It is the key you need. It a different perspective...no it is the eyes someone as blind as you need to see in the dark. But l want you to see the true difference between blindness and to be able to see. Continue with the next time we don''t want to make him wait for long you know he looks like a person with a wild temper. Young boy: Stop rushing me give me some time to remember.... ...... .... ... .. . It was dark As dark as it can be My eyes were devoured by the darkness Yet l continued fighting One Just to parry one l took more than billions Back and back and back I was happy Is this the feeling of love? I am loved I am loved I am loved I am loved Even if l suffer Even if l die billions...no sextillions of times or more than numbers can reflect into the world she will be here for me Watching over me Holding my hand Patting my head I can feel her love Even when she pulls my spine out of my body Even when she rips off all my organs Even when she poisons me Forcefully opens my ribcage Crushes my whole body Rips my jaw off Gouges my eyes Rips my heart and kisses it with her crimson lips I love her I want her I need her She is my everything God? Creator? Love? Purpose? Reason? Hope? Despair? Mom? Urge? Passion? l wonder who l am ...... .... ... .. . Young boy: Nothing more than enigmatic memories. This one feels like whole at least. ?: One key opens only one type of door. But some doors are already open and even with blind eyes you can see them and open them. That memory most be carved into your soul no wonder you remember it perfectly but can you even call that a memory? It was more of a rambling of yours than anything else. Young boy: It lacks context doesn''t it? Well not that anything l have matches each other do you even think the key will make much difference? ?: I have no idea but it should have some effect. I am your imagination you know l am not the one that game you the key but rather l am what''s left of him in your mind...well being this way has good parts as well. Now remember the last one and tell me...l want to hear it with my own ears. Was it for nothing? Do you really want to become whole or just to feel happy for the time being and become ignorant about what happened before or who you really are. I will be waiting for your answer go on, think about it. ..... .... ... .. . I always loved it when she hugged me She always smelled nice like that of flowers To be honest l don''t have a personal reason to like flowers They are weak and fragile and the smell is temporary That is why they all died That''s why she became sad That''s why she cried that night Maybe it was a different reason I wasn''t that different from the flowers as well Even l wasn''t durable enough I promised her something ........ ....... ...... ...... .... ... .. . Young boy: What did l promise her? ?: I know as much as you are so l have no idea. Well well well we came to the end of out tour of memories. Young boy: They were blank visually. They can''t be called memories. Maybe thoughts but not memories. Especially the one about the flowers. ?: Because you are still lacking the key that locked that doors. But let me tell you there isn''t much to uncover other than a few things that can help you with one of the questions in your mind. Stay still let me give you the mask. He got up from the so called ground covered in black slimy goo and shook off the goo from his body before getting behind the boy. ?: When we became one l wasn''t able to make you whole and l am sorry for that. That shard you placed on that mirror was the emotion l gave you and that mirror was yourself. Even in my last moments l was happy to die by your hands and the feeling that l am giving you, the shard that gets you closer to being whole is my love. It will be the first thing you will have and the first step of your salvation. Let me give you your new eyes...no let me give you your new perspective and your first emotion. A crimson mask appeared before the boys eyes. ?: I love you... He grabbed the mask and pushed it to the boys face as it melted and stuck to the face. A mask without a mouth. It was blank yet it symbolized pure live and love of him that became the foundation of the boys salvation. He wanted to shout in fear but nothing came out as the mask slowly became a part of him and added him something new. Right at that moment something changed about the things he remembered. His memories were changed...no they actually became whole. ..... .... ... ... .. . Choir 1: Forgive me Father Down and down and down Me?: what will you do Eugene? Eugene:..... Me?:....l wonder what the time is...hey what were we using for measuring time? I think l might have forgotten it...forgotten it? Hey Eugene what do you call the feeling when you fell like you have lived through the same thing for a second time?This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. Eugene: deja vu. Me?: yeah yeah that one...l think this happened to me before as well but when...when...when....ughh can''t remember it. Eugene: Before you killed him. Me?:....So l don''t have much time huh....Eugene l can''t hold him off for a long time so rescue her and leave this place as fast as you can...and use the south door of the city... Eugene: South? Me?: It will be the only place l won''t damage...save whoever you want and whoever you love...don''t forget our promise as well you must give her my gift no matter what. Silence continued as our journey to my end continued Me?: Are you still angry? Eugene: l am not. Me?:....l am sorry l killed him...but can you blame me huh? He was an addict sucking on your earnings like a leech! Why am l the one in fault if l just ripped that empty skull of his from that guilty body of his....skull?..skull?...skul..... Eugene: You ripped off his head as well....l saw everything l knew it was his choice so it wasn''t my part to judge it or punish you...and about that pussy...l should thank you... His voice was filled with pain yet his face covered in old wounds showed no emotions. It was a soldiers job to witness the worst, accept the worst and move on as if it never happened yet Eugene wasn''t able to hide it from affecting his deep voice. His wounds must have been really deep since they were like deep canyons on his face. My fingers slided on his face before letting go of him. Me?: don''t worry about it father...we are here I launched myself off his arms before walking towards the eerie sound coming from deep. My stitched body moved forward yet no one could have called this walking or running. Like a marionette l moved forward. ?: Don''t call me that! Me?: So l am a failure to you as well...father. Messiah?: I was expecting you the one cursed by light...are you here to join my collection as well? I was getting tired of all these worthless animals and horny people... Me?:...l can''t let that...l am sorry but l have something to do... ...... .... ... .. . The mask started melting into his face rewriting his soul carving it''s traces on his soul like how........did. Young boy: AHRaghAghraAhhghrrraAhdhh. Shout that wanted nothing but to stay true to itself was heard in the grave of mirrors. Smashing his head on the ground shouting as his soul was broken into fractures only to be reconstructed in a different way. ...... ..... .... ... .. . Choir 2: Self proclaimed knights promise She had a pale skin Pale pink lips She was always rather weak She became really quiet after that day Cultivating flowers only for them to fall one by one Like the people she loved She cried most nights Yet she always had that unique smile when she saw me Maybe she was smiling because it became a habit of her''s She always welcomed me with open arms no matter the time or situation She was always tired Yet she always pulled me for a hug and even read books for me I hate books that tell man made tales that have nothing but good ends that doesn''t match with the harsh thing called reality. Yet when she read them l always found myself inside a beautiful dream Stories weren''t important as long as l heard her voice It was a tired one yet it was covered in pure kindness Love of someone that has never been loved is the most precious of them all At least that is what l always said to myself I loved it when she played with my hair I loved it when she found herself lost in the story she was reading and started making weird sounds to act like she just got lost in thoughts while trying to find the part she left off. She had weird books Most of them were just childlike tales that were for little kids They used a different language that didn''t require someone to use their eyes She always refused to take the cloth that covered her eyes I would be glad to die just to see that beautiful eyes again I knew the consequences yet l couldn''t stand here and watch her get sad so l went on a quest for the most precious gift other than my love that l can give to her. A flower that would never rot A flower that would never get destroyed A flower that is just for her A flower that would never dissappear There was something l wanted to do as well But it was gonna be my suprise for her Self proclaimed knight: Don''t worry about me...ohh are you scared that someone will steal your knight? Don''t worry my lady my body,my soul and my mind will always be your property. I leaned down and landed a kiss on her hand. My lady: Don''t go... My wrist was grabbed by her had that read me all that tales. I got on my knees and placed her hand on my head letting it slide across my hair. Self proclaimed knight: I will be going on a quest my lady...don''t worry l will never leave you alone. I will find the flower you always wanted...the flower that will never dissappear. You always wanted it didn''t you? And don''t worry you are the only girl that l can love... I hated myself I hated how l made her cry right there Maybe my love would have been enough for her But l want to see that smiling Girl that were filled with joy as she watered the flowers My lady: Will you...leave me too? She was shaking as if she met a primordial fear. Loneliness was her primordial fear I knew how sad l made her How much she feared to be left alone Yet this was necessary Self proclaimed knight: You will never be alone look! I gave her the gift l created It was a low quality necklace Made from cheap metal with the shape of a rose It wasn''t the most beautiful thing yet l knew she would love it Self proclaimed knight: I will always be here for you...l would never leave my pillow... I left my safe heaven that was nothing but her embrace,going on this adventure that would become my end I wish l could have returned at least one of the gifts l promised ..... .... ... .. . Boys fingers did everything they could to peel it off Yet it was already a part of him Becoming more than just a mere persona changing his shadow turning him into something else He smashed his face to the ground hoping that it would take his mind off from the excruciating pain. Again Again Again Again Again Again ...... .... ... .. . Last choir: Memory that was never mine I lived a above average life in the town I was adopted by a priest that lived in a rural town that was famous for its blacksmiths After the collapse of the city and the death of the emperor millions died in less than a second as the blue light left little to nothing. I was lucky to be saved by my savior and then adopted by the father George Father George was a nice man Always helped others as much as he could Thought me the way of the God he believed He was a kind man Always bought me gifts even though he never had much after the war started He wanted me to follow the path of the earth god like him Earth god was known as the protector of the soil and mountains To be honest being a pries was nothing l trived for I was good at everything I worked under a blacksmith during my free time and learned the art of craftsmanship Trained by an alcoholic knight during his free time and even became better than him in a short time Learned the art of farming and bread making by a farmer that always visited the church I was even good at knitting yet nothing gave me joy I recited God''s teachings every day yet it never gave me joy My obsession of him grew stronger every second This unhealthy obsession of mine started as admiration only turn into something sick Yet l felt my feelings were justified He was the only thing that kept me from breaking like them He was the only thing in my life that felt perfect Something that can''t break Something perfect can never break There was a girl in the town that was called perfect by everyone She was a beautiful person indeed and l thought she could be the one one day l kidnapped her locking her inside a abondened hut We were granted nails by the god as his believers Nails with different purposes I never knew my nails purpose Yet it must have been about perfection considering my nature and how they shape themselves to our nature I expected to turn her into my perfect artwork, my own perfection Yet in the end l was left with a broken slave...no something that can''t be called more than an animal asking for it''s owners love She was broken She looked into my eyes with her stitched and nailed form She smiled with her slit cheeks stitched together by me since she kept smiling profusely and even slit them herself after getting pierced by my nail Her obsessed eyes locked into mine as she forced her thumbs into my mouth forcing a smile The world of light and darkness resides inside you Sinclair....she said Refuse the world of darkness that you call your obsession she said I fell on my back from the sheer fear l felt Fear caused by how the nail failed and my creation was the furthest thing from perfection She got on top of me and pressed her finger in my chest Your salvation is here she said before my fist filled with rage after this failed creations smashed into her skull splattering the whole hut with her blood I just need to try again...just a few more times...yeah this was just a little lapse that was caused by nothing but my unlucky nature I just need to go again Perfection and the world of light is right inside your palm Sinclair He said before l broke his neck You still can''t see the perfection with that eyes of yours huh Sinclair She said as l ripped her heart out with one gentle movement, my fingers pierced her skin and broke her ribs Accept what is beneath Sinclair....perfection is the same as the world of light which comes from acceptance Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up What do they even know about acceptance huh? Why are they always looking at me with their obsessed eyes as if they know me? Why are they always talking about perfection as if they know anything about what it is. They are nothing but broken toys that even the nail given to me by god can''t fix...they are nothing but a imperfect existence that will never be perfect no matter what l do or what l try to achieve. They are broken and will never be fixed I need something that is perfect I need something perfect that l can keep and preserve unlike the toy my dear father gave me I will keep them safe and preserve them like a relic inside a museum cleaning the dust off them once in a while while watching them every day with eyes that will always keep their curious and exited look I am ready to live my life for them sacrificing everything for this perfect being l am searching for I wonder if l will see eyes as perfect as his again Breaking is an act of imperfection that only the likes of imperfects like us can I never forgot the eyes that captivated me with their magic that day The eyes of the person that saved me The eyes that l want to drown in And one day it all happened I heard by one of my friends that the army was coming here to recruit people that know how to fight and navigate through the environment because of the amount of mountains surrounding the are It wasn''t something that concerned me so l just continued drinking until l got a little tipsy and left the tavern A few days passed as l continued living my life carefree until one day Platoon reached the town and seized the bazaar which had a lot of blacksmiths as well I had something to get from one of the blacksmith which was the silver cutlery set that was specifically made for the church so l left the church refusing to listen to the father George telling me to stay away from there To be honest l knew l couldn''t get it back even if l wanted but you know what they say hope is the whip of a slave I still have no idea why something so materialistic had a huge impression on me yet l continued on my way When l entered the blacksmith l was met with a weird situation....no a different person than l expected A half naked figure was standing infront of the forge slamming his hammer on the hot metal straightening it and bending it again and again The whole ground was covered in bandages that were soaked in a creamy substance probably some kind of ointment His lower part was still covered in bandages His failed creations were scattered on the ground each one looking near perfect and can be called masterpieces After a few minutes that felt longer than the last hour of our execution he stopped do you know what perfection is he said She deserves what people call perfect This gift is for someone dear to me and they deserve the best I personally don''t believe in something being perfect Everything has it''s flaws but the world is filled with ignorant fools trying to find perfection Perfection is a personal thing but logically perfection does not exist His head slowly turned back revealing the eyes l have always been looking for Even she isn''t perfect....yet she is the perfect one for me The eyes that would captivate anyone that met them, eyes that were blank like the space itself with a lack of emotions present on his face making it seem like a centuries old painting left delusional man in his last days before his suicide I pulled out my nail and dashed forward with the sole purpose of testing if he was really him, the owner of that eyes Only thing l saw in that short moment was a slick movement of his hand and a weird strand he was holding in his hand My nail was cut into multiple pieces without much effort The nail granted by the earth god ............ When l met his broken form with my shattered wings l questioned myself I was the one granted the wings that transcended concepts, and reality I was the one that was given the power to fix even the broken I held the power to turn him into his perfected state again It required sacrifices and l had no reason to do so I was the perfect one...they were always right, I was the perfect one and the world of light began inside me I was the one above all The perfect being l always searched for But at that moment l wondered If l am the perfect one and he is nothing but a broken one at this point Why is it still beating like a deer in danger Why is my heart beating this fast The burning sensation makes it feel like my skin is about to melt off Why am l feeling this way He is not the one l am obsessed with...not anymore I lived my whole life for this In search of perfection l did everything and went extreme Yet now why am l here trying to save him with the cost being my whole life Why am l trying to save this rotten corpse that shouldn''t even bother me I still wonder...even after my death After everything above his nose level were obliterated into nothingness strings of......circled around my neck slowly choking me I could feel my heartbeat inside my brain as the pressure got higher and higher each passing moment with face slowly turning red and then purple I remember those wings He had wings that l remember seeing before on his back....wings that were a lot different than mine. They were light blue and looked more like a surge of mana coming out of his back than anything else...even with all the years we spent together he never got a chance to use his wings...l wonder if he had this wings when he saved me as well...l wonder where l even saw them before. They were the most beautiful thing l have ever seen in my life. They were like a sign of perfection he had back when he was more than a corpse....back when he saved me with those hands of his. They looked like as if they weren''t built for this world...no they weren''t built for my world of light and darkness but another world l will never see with this eyes of mine Blue looks good on you. This was the last thing l said before talking became a near impossible activity for me to do. But then a movement became visible in my blurry vision. His hand supported by the strings reached towards my abdomen and grabbed onto something.... The nail that was cut in pieces by his hands was floating in the sky with it''s broken nature. His weak hand gripped the nail and with sounds of bones breaking from the sheer pressure of the strings stabbed it into his chest Nothing came out Not even a drop of blood as the nail pierced through his soul not his body I always wondered Why they always talked about perfection before l killed them Now l understand it My nail never recovered or repaired anything It was just a nail of replication Replicating my own soul forcing it into their bodies Those eyes that locked into mine, those eyes that looked at me with obsession in them have met with something l would never understand even if l want to They saw the world of light that l never went after, that l never understood The world of potential Their eyes saw the potential inside me I killed them I killed myself Over and over again I never resisted myself I never felt guilt Not that l needed to And here l am standing just a few moments away from my death refusing to choose either worlds I won''t choose my search for perfection and the world of darkness I won''t choose my potential or the world of light I will save him even it is just a temporary salvation I know l am being delusional by rejecting the only thing l waited for all my life Sacrificing my purpose l let my consciousness fade Even l can''t save him from that rot... That rot It can''t be stopped even if l changed the reality in my vision .......l still wonder why l did that I could have turned him into the image of the perfection l seek by accepting the world of darkness I could have fixed his body and kept him like a gentle flower that will one day rot I could have left like nothing happened by accepting the world of light and myself I wonder why.... Is this love? ............ ........ ....... ..... ... .. . Obsession: Don''t cry, this is your way after all. You chose them and here they are, waiting for you to substitute then with real ones. A figure was standing infront of the boy with it''s naked body. It''s body was near perfect without any scar or deformations. His muscular body stood infront of the boy as if he felt superior than him or just disgusted by his nature. His voice was that of sarcasm. His long black hair was covering his face making it impossible to see especially in this dark place. His light brown skin shined under the dim light as he moved forward with a sadistic smile that couldn''t be seen easily. As he moved forward something was revealed as well...the nail. The nail of Sinclair was plunged into his body. He towered over the boy with blood dripping down his face covering his once masked face. Obsession: Don''t look away. Don''t turn those eyes away from them...LOOK AT THEM! His hands gripped the boys face forcing him to look towards the figures behind him. The first one he saw was a man with a atrocious beard that could count as a crime towards humanity. The figure has a crown over his head made with black feathers. His back was stabbed by countless blades yet he continued smiling. A smile that is filled with vainglory. His blood and fat figure that made him look more like a gluttonous figure smiled at the boy with it''s blurred face that couldn''t be recognized by all means, not that it had a face to begin with. Obsession: That is your version of vainglory. Do you remember how you made John feel fear? Of course you do and do you remember how you felt? Do you remember how your ego became bigger than everything in the world turning you into nothing but a brat thinking he is stronger and better than everyone....ohh l still remember your face when Ragnal choked you out...l love seeing you suffer you know. He turned the boys face to right forcing him to look towards another figure, another fake. Obsession: Let''s not forget about your pride...your precious pride as a knight of course!!! His sadistic laugh was heard across this dark world as the boys eyes met the fake figure. A child was standing lifting a huge sword towards the sky with a childish smile. He with his distorted face looked at the and gave him a wink. He was wearing a rusted armor that looked more like bronze rather than steel at this point. A raven was drawn onto the rusted armor with blood now clotted and brown. His hair slicked back with the blood of his enemies, with eyes that were lightened by the glory he was feeling. With his shining eyes he turned back towards the sky smiling while looking at the raw darkness with all other parts of his face blurred. He never had a face after all. Obsession: Before you got on the carriage you remember something a memory that meant nothing by itself bit stated that you were a knight, ohh how much of a good person you must be to be a well known adventurer and a knight....do you see the blood covering it''s armor that symbolizes your way of thinking regarding the other things you saw modified or not and trying to justify your actions. You aren''t seeing yourself as a victim but rather as a psychopath or just someone doing things for a greater purpose. What a selfish was this is...you are disgusting you know. With his face reeking disgust he turned the boys head again forcing him to face another figure Obsession: We are limited on time and these 3 should be enough for you...why are you crying? Stop acting like you have feelings of your own and emotions. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A MACHINE created by the sole purpose of being a weapon. Before the last one let me tell you some more about myself. You always wondered right? What are you so obsessed about. Humans are funny you know. Even that weirdo thought that he fell in live with you in the end but he was just a delusional bitch lying to himself like always. Let me tell you why he saved you. He still thought that you deserved some more time than him since you saved him back then and that''s it. His obsession of you became stronger than his obsession towards perfection right on that moment marking his end. You are like him as well delusional as always with that disgusting soul of yours. What you are obsessed about is a will. I am not saying will but rather a will. You were always obsessed with people that would make choices for you and use you according to their will. You never had a will of your own after all. You were always nothing but a puppet licking to boots of your masters like a little dog yapping like one as well reporting everything you did. What a nice slave you were... With his voice filled with disgust and sarcasm he pointed at the figure behind him. Obsession: That is your fear...the last feeling of yours l was able to gather here in this short time it is not easy to roam around this place you know...I wish things could be as easy gathering your main emotions but to be whole a person needs to change their main feelings not just the emotions making everything harder by default. Of course you don''t understand me but it feels like being the first guy in a guild handling everything by yourself until others decide on joining you....enough meaningless ramblings right? The figure had nothing other than it''s torso. His arms were nothing but two twigs tied to his torso and his legs were stakes stabbed into the ground and his head was just one carved from wood lacking any special features and even the necessary ones. A single word was carved on his chest. Star Obsession: lt represents you greatly. You two are same when scared but unlike you he doesn''t lose his ability to do something. He is consistent unlike that sorry arse of yours. He can definitely kill a trash by stabbing it with it''s stakes unlike you....ohh he was right after all...it must have ran out of patience. A sound similar to that of an explosion was heard from the distant mountains of goo Obsession: It can see into this world like how you can peep into one using the keyhole...it probably didn''t even understand anything so don''t worry...those mountains you see they weren''t there before you know. They are not mountains but rather waves about to crash us. Don''t worry about me and fuck the others they are fake after all. Well l will see you later His sarcastic voice became a distant memory as he started disappearing Obsession: My failure of a weapon friend....Charon....what a cute name..... The mountains started coming down like waves of darkness devouring everything in their path one by one. The crying thing on it''s knees was no exception after all. The darkness swallowed him whole drowning his soul in it. He struggled and struggled until his body gave up. ?:.... Something grabbed the boys hand and started pulling him towards to surface saving him from the grasp of the darkness. His body was pulled out of the goo now flying in the sky with something covering his vision. Brown strands of hair covered his whole vision as he held onto the hand as if his life depended on it. ......... ...... ..... .... ... .. . Everything was black and white to me Nothing had a meaning I wasted my days since they didn''t have a meaning I never ate more than l needed since it didn''t have a meaning I never talked since it never had a meaning I never smiled since it never had a meaning I never cried since it never had a meaning Until that day When l saw something colorful under the moon Something changed inside me ........ ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. . The distorted voice of the unknown figure was heard, the voice he would sacrifice anything just to hear again. ?: ThE WingS I GAVe YOu....TheY LoOk PreTty....BlUe...iT LOks gooD On yoU With tears on his eyes boy did everything he could to hold onto that hand But it slipped away causing him to fall down crashing into a castle, landing inside through one of the large window landing in a huge room. Lies of Mary sue and the empty throne Unknown figure: Blue? Yeah of course it looks good why wouldn''t it? You are my partner after all you should always look good. No reason to cry partner did you miss me that much? A blue eye that was crushed under the pressure of the situation met the gray eyes of obsession that were locked onto him accompanied by a obsessed smile and a dark body that was nothing more than pure darkness without any shape or feature Unknown figure: Thanks to your revelations and acceptance over your past instead of rejecting it l was able to regain some body parts, l have a face now even tho it feels a little weird since l am not used to it. Using fragments of your revelation as the root of my form was nothing more than a genius idea indeed, as expected from me. Young boy: Explanation? Unknown figure: Explanation? For what? For the whole thing? That would take too long as you can imagine....l can imagine you have another question as well. I did it to keep you stable until we could reach a point in life that we can be safe. Our safety is my top priority as you can see. You don''t believe me? Of course you don''t it''s not like l can blame you for that but at least accept the fact that l am more trustworthy than that Mary sue and than Fanatic that l don''t even want to mention you know how annoying he is. Young boy: Mary sue? Fanatic is understandable but who is Mary sue supposed to be? Do you mean the abomination that took care of us? Unknown figure: Abomination? That thing was the furthest thing from an abomination and let me tell you that Mary sue has no way of becoming like that. I am talking about the lying whore that tricked everyone as they turned a blind eye to her clown like acts and beautiful voice. Let me tell you something funny that you won''t believe at first... Figure jumped down the piano and walked towards the boy reaching out with his hands cupping the boys face holding it tight with his everlasting obsession filled expression. Unknown figure: SHE CAN''T USE MAGIC! ohh suprised as always right? Of course you are but worry not as your savior and your partner l will enlighten you just a little bit, l won''t go into deep details not that l know a lot. There are a lot of things that go well beyond the concept of magic and most people can''t even comprehend their existence. Some people can affect the reality around them changing it to their favor as if it is a dough that can easily be shaped. Some use magic, alchemy and even rituals for feats like this. Her method gave me no hints to figure it out but l can assure you the people that guarded her"not that she needed them for protection" had no idea who she even was. Use you logic now partner what was the main thing that made it obvious she had ulterior motive? Come on say it don''t be shy it''s just two of us here that Fanatic can''t hear us here. The boys eyes became clouded as he thought for a while but there was only one thing that can be called a contradiction and even that would have been the truth under certain situations. Young boy: nawe? The figure stopped cupping his face after hearing this funny moment taking a few steps back and then turning around with a huge smile. Unknown figure: 10 points for you partner l wouldn''t expect anything less from you. You are rather fast at adapting this life of your''s. Everyone used a weird name to address her that was a lot different than what she told you meaning she probably either lied to everyone which considering the way they addressed her and acted her is impossible since she seemed to be a really important and famous figure or she used some unorthodox ways to change everyone''s views of her, changing the reality turning it in her favor. My way of hiding the truth actually saved you by keeping the things she needs from you away from her. She seemed like she was telling the truth when she told you that she needed inspiration for her new song and by keeping her inspiration away from her l made it impossible for her to see you as something she can throw away after being done. She needed you to stay alive and now my actions saved us both. Mary sue fend off the weird abomination and then saved her with "yet again" her weird methods. We are alive thanks to her since even l couldn''t have saved us for another time especially when we were nothing but charcoal at that point. Don''t look at me as if you had a better option for us other than charging again while it turned it''s back to us. Escaping wouldn''t have been an option since we would have been forced to walk past it and l couldn''t have survived enough to just wait for it to go away. Devouring that abomination would have been the only way for us to even have a chance at surviving that time and suprise attack was the only choice we had so don''t judge me partner... Young boy: Devour? So it''s real...l really am not a human by all means.... Unknown figure: You were never human and you knew it as well. You should stop being a delusional person you know partner.... What''s the difference between you and a human? Both of you can think and act accordingly. Both are controlled by their search for the better and their greed. Both lie on a daily basis thinking it is the way towards their ideal world "which is right for the most part". Truth is only for those who are in strong enough position they believe, they look at each other with fake personas they create laughing just to trick them for their own purposes. You reject this at first but this is the similarity between you and the humanity. To be honest l despise humanity and their weaknesses*it''s not like l am perfect* they always want more and more and more unable to satisfy their hunger for everything. Hunger for love,*hunger for hatred*,hunger for understanding,*hunger for hate*,hunger for conversation*hunger for silence*. They want everything both good and evil. Give them a empire and they will be nothing left of it in the end not because of a war or anything like that but just because of their nature of wanting more and more....sorry for ranting like this partner l sometimes can''t hold myself when reminded of this reality...you look like the person that would like a cool story wanna hear one? Come on why are you acting like l am trying to change the subject?This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. His facial expressions were no lower than extreme and his voice changed from tone to tone as his unstoppable ranting that gave no chance for the boy to intercept continued. Figure clapped his hands creating a throne out of nothingness. It was connected to the wall behind the piano, with carved images of maidens with wings and a huge scale which would normally be blocked by the persons torso that would sit on it. Clear crystal gemstones were right at the place where someone would rest their hand. This throne was nothing less than that of the highest quality that only those born with royal blood can even imagine it''s existence. Unknown figure: This throne is for the emperor that betrayed all...ohh l shouldn''t start from the middle right? Once upon a time there was a empire which was just perfect. No crime was unpunished, no one was sad over a war peace felt like it would last for an eternity. This empire had the smartest, the strongest....he was above all. People were just mortals when compared to him. He always sat on his throne*the throne that judges all* and judged every sinner in his country fair and square. Not even a little amount of sin escaped from his all seeing eye that saw everything but he*the perfect one* had his own dilemma as well. Unlike his people he lived his whole life lonely unable to feel the warmt of a friendship or love without his partner seeing themselves lower than him feeling inferior unable to even talk properly in his domain. He never grew emotions, unable to feel anything at all. He never felt hatred even when neighboring countries threatened him with war. He never felt love, all the kisses from his maiden felt empty. He never felt happy as he saw the prosperity of the whole empire. Why am l working for people that l don''t even know? Why am l the sheppard that is supposed take care of this flock of sheeps. Why was this responsibility forced upon thyself? Why is it my responsibility to judge them, tale care of their mistakes, solve their inner conflicts and hand them the solution that will always be the perfect one with a perfect solution. Why can''t l see something....that isn''t perfect...why am l the one that is forced to be perfect and be the star that becomes the seed of perfection as it shows everyone their way. Ohh how sad his life must have been binded to that throne existing as only the throne and not yourself, being the emperor but not a person...must be hard. He was nothing but a tool used by his people and the only thing that made him himself was the throne he sat on and the authority he had. One day a case was brought up to him*a murder*. According to the evidences provided by prosecutor a girl killed a old man in his sleep by choking him to death and there was only one person in the surrounding area who matched the description a girl with purple hair. Everyone knew what it meant for someone to have purple hair and it awakened disgust in nearly everyone. She was one of them after all. The emperor started questioning everyone yet there wasn''t enough evidence to prove that the girl was her and not another of them. He didn''t really need proofs to know the truth but the emperor had a reason to drop the case...her face. Her face never tried lying. Her face was the inly face he ever saw in his entire life that had not even a little bit of ulterior motive behind it, it was honest to the core. She tried confessing to the crime 3 times during the trial but he stopped all of them smashing his had to his throne stating different things and his view so that she will be released from lack of evidence. He wanted tk save her since she was the only one that didn''t even try lying to him, looked at him with a fake smile, tried to save herself by lying in court. That day was the first time he fell in love with someone. She was....his first obsession. He couldn''t think about anything other than her even after a few hours passed and now he could do nothing but follow his emotions. He sneaked out of the castle in the middle of the night he got the files about her so it wasn''t that hard finding where she stayed. Well after the things he saw as he sat in the throne of his he wasn''t really that suprised when it was a brothel. His empire was that of freedom and that is why the laws were built to welcome all cultures and other unimportant things which must have been important or whatever as you see the laws weren''t that strict but the empire held up pretty good you might even call it a beautiful chaos? Not so sure about that. He walked around the brothel before looking inside and....and....and....what was it? Well in the end the empire fall and that''s it. Young boy:....l don''t want to say this but...all this time that l wasted listening to you trying to justify hiding things from me and telling me a cool story...will they ever come back. You are telling me that you did all this for my sake yet you had no idea things would go this way and your lies would save us. His annoyed voice covered the room as the figure looked at him with a amused smile. Unknown figure: Look l always think about your safety...no our safety partner. I just thought since you didn''t have your memories you would be like a little kid excited for the end of this tale but looks like the answer is a no....well then it looks like the story time is over and our Mary sue is taking her precious time so why don''t l give you a chance to ask me something? You like it don''t you? Well well well look at that face that changed from that gloomy look to a anticipating one. Go on as your partner l have no reason to lie but let me remind you l only have access to the memories l showed you and a few of my own or should l say a few that is still intact...l wonder why l am like this...l wonder.