Epilogue “Helferis”.
Darkness, madness, blood and despair.
All were seen in a black battlefield. Death bodies scattered throughout the
plain, and half had their bodies ripped apart and other has disemboweled
stomach, letting their intestines visible onto the naked eyes.
The sky are dark as lead. Much of the
stars to be covered completely by thick clouds that showered a heavy rain to
the surface below. Explosion randomly occurred out of nowhere in a farther side
of the plain, and once such area are focused into, one would saw an ongoing
battle between two human. They are clashing swords, and sometimes their faces
are more noticeable each time the thunder strikes. One is a girl and the other
is a man. Each is young, sporting clothing of a knight. Their fighting arena is
filled with corpses, and nothing else is happening apparently in their
vicinity. Sparks formed whenever the wielded swords clash. As either look a lot
like wanting to end this confront immediately, they jumped away from each other
before running onto their target, and swayed a quick slash. Blood smeared in
the air. These two are now behind each other’s back. The girl couldn’t maintain
her weapon up high and fallen with it, only on the higher half. Her body was
cut into two, and the leg also has tumble thereafter. Focus is aired onto the
surviving young boy. He was breathing heavily, and stuck his sword to the
ground and he is kneeing against the bloody land, while never letting go of his
sword’s guard. No uttering of letter could be heard at all from him. Regaining
the calmness, he looked upward and his eyes averted to the skies. Could be seen
are nothing but black skies and heavy downpour. He couldn’t be faltered of it
though, as he felt an encroaching tremor and looked at the other part of the battlefield
and shocked to spot large pieces of ground starting to gathered on the air,
forming into an unknown shape. His feet carried him upward, and he ran off
toward the area that could get him closer to the source of the tremor with his
sword in hand.
And the 2nd half of Chapter 1.
Nothing much is to be done other than to
start the process of consuming the food being served. As she is slicing a
roasted chicken properly, the door was slammed to the wall as 3 people armed
with blade on their back are making their way to the counter. Each appeared
devious and disturbing, bringing bad aura with their presence.
“May the owner of the shop come
forward!”
One of them is giving an order and pressurized
the waitress to emerge from the kitchen.
“Yee—yes?”, answered her, looking
terrified.
“You’re the one? Mr. Thompson has requested
us to collect the monthly rent!”
A demand was made, and even though she
was frightened, the waitress answered them.
“But---but, I thought that, we had
already paid for –
Her word couldn’t be finished because
one of the men moved ahead so fast, successfully make position behind the girl
and choked the target’s neck with his right arm.
“The boss has talked! You are in no
position to refuse, human!”
It quickly turned into a deadly game and
thus, has forced the client to take upon an action while saying something once
more to herself.
“So, the first event has begun, huh?”
She
stand on her two feet, but no sooner than a few second, she’d accidentally
tripped from something and fall to the floor on her butt.
“Eh?”
A banana peel was saw, and as she is trying
to remember the origin, a moment was remembered where one of the middle aged
men previously was eating a banana and throw the skin to the ground. Anger
conjured her inner heart.
“Those darn uncle!”
Her face was a little red from the
mixture of shame and anger, though it vent out rather quickly and she
immediately stand up again. Before she could turned around to face the enemies,
one of the three guys has come up in front of her and punch her stomach,
causing her to smash through the wooden wall, penetrated through it and crashed
on the ground outside.
“She’s done”, mentioned the guy that
attacked before whom head is covered in red cloak, wore a demonic shaped mask
on his face that covered his identity and has a short height.
“Good, Ries”, spoke the one that were
called boss before, whom advanced to the waitress. All of these men are young
adult, but the boss looked to be the most oldest with his thick sideburn, thin
moustache, black eyes and hair, strong body outline and wore a leather jacket and
black jean. His nose shaped normal and aside from the jacket, there’s nothing
that blocked anyone from seeing his well-trained abdomen. He is talking to the
girl in front.
“My name is Lurvan. I do not like
resorting to violence like Ennas here, though if the source doesn’t comply, I
will be force to retaliate”, threated Lurvan while giving a frightening stare.
The waitress was scared. However, she
bitten her own lip afterward, gathered her entire strength onto the making of a
something brave.
“You think that I am scared?”
The girl managed to break free from
Ennas by pushing his arm that locked her neck upward and successfully escaped.
She looked to the floor the next after and screamed.
“I am not stronger than anybody here but
I will not be scared of a threat and surrendered like in the past! I am sick of
it! I, Wisceria Hart refused to be
damned! You guys can all go to hell”!
The three men just look at her silently
as she cried while was looking below her feet. A house nearby has an old men
that is also crying as he is looking to the window, witnessing the event and
could heard Wisceria’s cry of redeeming dignity. Ennas, having an apparel of
clothing almost similar like Lurvan and has a clean face but possessed a wilder
sense of expression, has green eyes, blue hair and small nose, also lodged in
quietness. Lurvan walked up to the girl without touching her.
“Wisceria, uh? Your name is beautiful,
much like the name of royalties back in the mainland. Even your long black hair
and great body proportion is seducing. But, I am not a wild man. With of what
you had said, there’s nothing else that could be done. It’s a shame”.
He pulled out his sword from the
scabbard. Ennas moved out of the way and
Wisceria was in a temporary state of self-praise.
“I-I’ve done it. But, I can’t die now!
Please, save us God!”, hoped the girl inside herself as she lies dormant,
crying endlessly and can’t move due to being too scared to do so. At the exact
moment, the other girl that was sent crashing out onto the exterior line outside
is kneeing onto the ground and was coughing a bit due to the impact of the
attack. She took deep breath for a lot of time and tried to balanced herself
while is looking downward.
“Nice speech. I’d n-need to protect her.
But, that strike was relentless. I can’t move and breathed like normal”.
She looked ahead and could saw the
dangerous situation. Lurvan had already taken out his weapon and was ready for
elimination.
“Damn it! Move, me!”, demanded the girl
to her own body.
The enemy is about to sway his sword and
in split second, another body suddenly get into the view, coming behind from
the kitchen and pushed Wisceria aside. The anonymous entity received the slash and
fall to the floor, covered with its own blood. The protected girl looked at the
injured entity that is revealed to be a middle aged man with a grey hair and
moustache, also wearing a common clothing and has blue eyes like the waitress.
Upon inspection of the body, Wisceria is strike with extreme terror and head
over to the body, screaming.
“Father!!”
Her
crying has worsened as she is looking at the old man in disarray. The one
outside has saw the tragedy. Her eye is wide opened in surprise and without
sparing away a single chance, the sword that wasn’t used yet were taken out and
she charged forward furiously. Ries spotted the swift movement, took out his
own weapon that was etched to the back of his cloak so fast and clashed against
his opponent’s sword. Her irritation driven her to hit with every inch of her might
and they sparred for a while before she succeed in fending away the sword to an
another direction, noticed upon an opening and attacked. However, Ries evaded
by jumping backward.
Not finished yet..;-;
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