"Argh!!!"
Eryth jumped out of bed and rushed out of his tent with Syrie following behind him, running towards the direction of the scream.
Everyone else in the camp was also outside, running in the direction of the scream. They all arrived at the area where they saw three shadow beasts chasing a young girl. Before the dark brown-haired man could reach for his sword, the emerald green-haired girl, Arya bolted forward, charging towards the young girl who was running from the beast. "With me Scoptophilus!"
The Dark mage followed suit and launched himself forward. He waited and synced his action to that of the blue-eyed lady. The moment Arya was out of the way with the girl, the dark brown-haired man used a single swing to eliminate all three shadow beasts.
He majestically slipped his sword into it's scabbard before turning to face the others.
"Are you okay?" Arya asked the young girl while tucking a stray hair behind the girl's ear. She smiled and ushered the girl back to her parents.
Eryth walked up to the emerald green-haired girl. "That is a lot of trust to put on someone you know nothing about."
She hissed and rolled her eyes. "I may know nothing about you, but I can tell a fighter when I see one, and I know as a fighter you won't resist a call to battle."
"I see."
"I cannot believe it," Kane said out loud, drawing the attention of everyone around. "Chaos monsters like the Shadow monster shouldn't be able to make it to this place. Our camp is hidden and protected, it can't be possible."
"Maybe they just happened to stumble out here," May chipped, trying to calm the crowd but her husband insisted.
"No! That shouldn't happen unless there's chaos being here because chaos is drawn to chaos… this place isn't safe any more, we have to leave. Everyone, gather your things, we must flee this place immediately."
The crowd quickly turned in panic and started back into the camp to get their things. May tried to calm everyone but it was all fruitless. She frowned and turned to Kane. "What are you doing?"
"Why would you say those things to them? Look at them."
"I am trying to protect these people. The last time I ignored these signs, we lost a kingdom, I will not let this happen again."
"Why do you keep holding on to the past?" May queried. "The Shadow beast just happened to stumble past this place and you are trying to make a big deal out of it."
She continued. "You are so hell-bent on making everything that happens about you— or about your moment in the past that you don't mind putting others at risk. I'll tell you this: you are not a survivor, you are not a hero and you sure as hell did not fight Hex!" She turned and followed behind the crowd.
Without any change in expression, Arya turned and started walking into the woods.
"Go, help them, Syrie, I'll be right back." The dark brown-haired man turned and followed behind the emerald green-haired girl.
He followed her for a while before she stopped and turned to face him. "What do you want with me?" She asked.
"Well," he started. "You are just intriguing, and I love to stick my neck in things that don't concern me, you know."
She shook her head and continued walking.
"You are not concerned with what just happened?"
"It's whatever," she replied. "The two have been at each other's neck since father was saved."
"And what do you think about it?" He probed.
"They can kill themselves if they want, I wouldn't give a fuck less. Mother goes on and on that father is delusion and has no idea what he speaks of. She calls him crazy, while father keeps on about his nightmares... He claims he only survives because Hex spared him and in return, he would bring the Tome of Discordia to Hex."
"And what do you think?"
"Me?" She paused. "I never had a say in anything, not even my life."
"Tell me about your act then."
She stopped and turned to face him. "I have no act, which is why I train myself to fight."
"What about the ability you used to survive the cut Syrie dealt on you?"
She stared into his eyes before sighing. "Why do I feel like I should tell you about my whole existence."
Eryth sighed. "I have that effect on people."
She shook her head. "I told you, I never have a say in anything, not even my life. When I was little, I got infected with a chronic illness, one that made my death inevitable. But my mother refused to let it be. They made a sacrifice to the gods and I was blessed with immortality."
"So unless it's been revoked, no amount of damage inflicted on me will end my life, so yeah."
"Wow, that is a great ability…" Before the dark brown-haired man could complete his words, Arya grabbed him and spun, now entering in front of a red projectile that hit her instead of the dark mage. But the projectile pierced through her and the dark brown-haired man, sending them down the cliff. They hit the bottom with a thud and ended motionless with blood pooling the ground around them.
The sound of retreating hooves filled the air as a man in dark robes rode away on his horse.
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Blutox quietly followed the chief of the village as he led them through a maze-like building. The largest building in the village.
"I know you have questions, go ahead and ask," Tan stated.
Blutox hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Well… firstly, I'd like to know if we really are descendants of the war god."
"Unfortunately, that is incorrect," he revealed. "Yes, we are descendants of a god, but a minor god. And you know minor gods are being granted strength by the gods to serve as an image of themselves, and so we are descendants of the minor war god."
"While the Blue Kanrei decided to take the ways of our father, our mother, Kanriya, tried her best to keep the rest of her children away from the battlefield, which is why we do not engage ourselves in pointless battle."
"This angered our father and he severed all ties with our mother and the rest of his children, living only with your ancestors, the War Kanrei. Passed down through generations must be why the stories changed and they think they are children of the war god, Achim."
Blutox inhaled deeply, letting all the information sink in.
"There's something I must give you," the Green Kanrei said before pushing a door open.
Inside the room, was nothing but a single sword, plunged into the ground. The hilt of the sword was long, long enough for a person to hold it with two hands and it had a chain attached to the end. At first glance, the blade of the sword looked as though the sides had been broken, but on closer inspection, one would tell it was internationally made that way to have it look like fangs.
"What is that?" Blutox queried.
"That is the Utagri Al, the blade passed down to your ancestors by our father," he revealed. "Your father was the next generation to possess the blade, but his brothers were mad and wanted to fight for it, so he gave it to me after killing them."
Blutox gasped in shock. "What's so special about the blade?"
Tan let out a soft chuckle. "Everything boy. It is a sword used by our father and the user possesses exceptional abilities, speed, strength, techniques and more."
He continued. "But your father told me that if not strong-hearted, the user gets taken over by the sword and they do evil things, which is why I never used it, or let anyone use it."
"You are showing me…?"
"Because I'm giving it to you. You were strong enough to not follow your kinsmen, so I believe you are strong enough to handle it, go on… take it, it was for your father's after all."
The blue-skinned man hesitated before taking steps forward and grabbing the handle of the sword.
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"Insolent beings! Bow before Lord Lancelot!" A voice resonated through the entire camp.
Kane, May, and the rest of the campers turned around to see a blue-skinned lady with brown hair standing on a branch of a tree. They felt an extraordinary amount of energy blowing all around, but it wasn't the Blue Kanrei that exuded it.
A man who had his face covered with a plain white mask and a dark robe over his armour emerged from the woods riding a black horse. He was the possessor of the extraordinary energy they felt. They could also see a figure in the woods behind him but it had very little energy
Kane gasped and his eyes widened in shock. He quickly got up on his feet, not believing what he saw. "H--Hex…"
May looked at the man as he approached them still on his horse.
"Hex?" The man called Lancelot repeated.
He then quieted for a while before speaking again. "I see the confusion, my comrades do say I have similar features to him. But I am not Hex."
"What?… I-I fought you that day."
"You think Hex will stoop so low to fight… you?" He paused and shook his head. "It was I you clashed blades with, it was I who spared your life because we made a contract, that I'll let you go if you manage to draw blood on the condition that you will find the Tome of Discordia for me."
"I do not remember that."
"No surprises there, I dealt you a killing blow."
As the man moved his horse forward, the campers remained still, not even moving an inch, some even going as far as to hold their breath.
"So, did you find it!" He asked.
Kane crashed to his knees, unable to utter another word. He felt every word his wife said to him stabbing into his chest like a sword, he felt as though his whole existence was a lie.
"I see… you had potential, this is disappointing." The masked man raised his arm and aimed it at Kane. "You only live because of my blood, give it back."
Kane began to tremble as his blood began to drain out of his body. He screamed in pain, twisting and turning parts of his body in ways it was not meant to turn to. His body finally burst and blood sprayed all around, some pouring over his wife, May.
She let out a maniacal scream and crashed on the ground in front of the remains of her husband. "Do not worry, you'll be meeting him shortly."
"Kill them all."
Maya grinned wickedly before crouching. "With pleasure."
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