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Once upon a time, just like any other fairy tails, there was a knight. This knight was born into poverty, parents who faced death due to said poverty, all to provide the family, to provide the young knight a warm home.
The father who died in the mine he worked at. The story told to the knight and his mother, an accident where the mine crashed, leaving his father to be one of many unfortunate souls who passed.
The mother wept for the man’s passing, she never doubt her spouse who died due to the nature’s anger and distortion, but then a trusted friend of her husband came. He confessed the incident was not of nature, but planned by another noble family who couldn’t stand the wealth that behold the lord of the mine, which resulted in a sabotage in the supports, leading to many deaths of innocent commoners.
They who became pieces of politics for the petty grudges nobles held.
The poor mother was filled with rage, she who grieved his death, but time left no mercy for her to grief, as she now has an extra load on her back to provide her family, her only child, her son who should be playing among his peers rather than going out to get money.
Prices kept rising, even with the help of her son, they could barely make ends meet.
Years passed, the mother had finally met her end, one filled with unjust.
She, who bought more grains, happy for she can cook a delicious stew for her son who hasn’t had a proper meal for weeks.
She, who got strangled into an alleyway, filled with lustful men.
The time she was found, all that was left, there laid a dried up corpse.
The guards of the area once again covered it up as unfortunate accident, but they of common lives knew what has happened.
The son who has yet become a knight, became a mercenary. Engulfed with rage yet sworn to become lawful, instead of seeking for revenge, the young mercenary dreamt of protecting the innocent and exterminating the evil, bringing light to those who were fraud of.
Months and years has passed, the young mercenary had become a veteran, leading new fighters in the harsh world of monsters. His dream yet to fulfilled, but still lending helping hand along his journey. He wasn’t a hero, but a warm light in many hearts.
The veteran grew grey but his grip on his sword hasn’t falter but sharpened. Along his way, he met a wise woman who likes to write. She shared to the old veteran that she hope to write journals, revealing the wicked truth to the people. A dream so similar to his, he saw her bright smile as she pursued her dream.
Ah, I have fallen in love..
He wasted no time to show his interest, as he knew by hand, how fast time can past.
‘I love you’
The woman’s face lit up in delight, eyes filled with deep passion curled into enticing crescent moons.
‘I love you’
Three words, short yet meaningful to the two.
They lived together, the veteran in love and the wise woman of love.
They never stopped moving forward, both paving each other’s path, closer towards their dream.
On one eventful day, a humongous hybrid monster showed up, not as big as a dragon, but threatening enough to be a calamity.
The veteran, strongest in its town, was in the city’s heart, while the monster was by the city’s gate. People ran and shouted, hoping for the others to come and save them.
At last, they were the commons people,
Not of importance to those in high standing,
A quarter of the town was slayed,
Before their warm light has come,
A step too late.
The monster has been apprehended.
As a new hero has descended.
The people cheered for the descended.
Not knowing, the brave souls who ascended.
As those who survived, silent in grief.
One of the brave soul, the wise woman of love.
Oh hero of the city,
Your dream has come to life,
The king appointed you as a honorary knight,
The commons people cheered for they have enlightened,
A new legend written in history.
Hero, oh hero,
The beginning of a new era,
The one who paved the road,
For the young’uns in sight,
But no one shall know of,
The wise woman of love,
Nor will they remember,
The veteran in love,
All that was left,
Was the hero.
...
Hero,
Are you happy?
Your dream has came to life.
The hero stared in demise,
For his life has lost its light.
Two souls, a passion for life,
Both soared high, yet one reached higher,
The bird lost its nest,
The sun swayed in a storm.
It was raining when he was crowned hero.
“Marinda”
“I shall continue your legacy.”
“For that the people will remember you”
“Not a lone soul, but a mystery”