A Hero

I met my grandfather when I was 5 years of age, an age right for children to satisfy their curiosity and fill their minds with knowledge, at same time naive dreams and fantasies.

"Make way for the Baron!"

The gates of the town opened up as the soldiers formed two lines, facing each other, awaiting their lord, while the flagbearers waved their flag, the sound of a trumpet soon flowed in as a wave of applause and cheers could be heard from the people behind the soldiers.

Soon a figure of a brawny man, emerging from within the outside of the gates.

'So this is a hero!?'

The man wore a chainmail, a longsword sheathed behind his back, as his left hand waved receiving yet another wave of applause from his people, and the other holding a bascinet, but had horns, the same as stag and a flat face.

Judging from the looks, one could see that he had aged quite well, but it seemed his flames in the battlefield hasn't died down yet, as fresh scars could be seen from both his arms.

The man smiled at crowd, as his brown hair with a tinge of white hair was being swept by the air.

To Lark, the back of the hero seemed lonely.

There were wagons and probably the corpses of the soldiers were in there, and the armor of the knights coaching the wagons are different than ours.

'So the other two hundred soldiers and the ten knights died, huh?'

Lark knew all the knights that was swept by the terrors of wars, he clearly remembered them, afterall, they were his only friends and mentors, the face of that one man who once taught his own swordplay, Sir Guren and that man who taught him how to write alphabets, who, from the very beginning never even wanted to be a knight and instead aspired to become a teacher.

"You're slouching again, brat!"

'Thack'

Lark still remembered the lingering pain from his hands filled with callouses, as it was always swatted by Sir Kwynn, whenever I made actions that must be corrected.

He remembered the both of them, having smiles on their faces as they gave hugs and goodbyes to their families and friends, as they set out for war.

'Now that I see it, there's a lot of crying people'

'As for the people cheering, well I'm pretty most of them are happy because their sons didn't get enlisted, maybe even some of the families who lost a husband or son are probably having twitching mouths right now, afterall they get to have compensations'

Ahhh! how disgusting these perfect creations the God made did.

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"So you're my son's son, eh?"

"Eh? uhm yes"

The tall man was now right in front of my face as he coldly voiced out a question.

"Unlike your brother who's got brains, you're quite simple"

The moment I heard those words, my head was soon filled with anger, and was gritting my teeth.

"Hah! see a simple boy!"

"The moment you say they're nothing, they easily get agitated, now that is what makes a man so simple"

"A predictable common man you see everyday"

At that time my eyes were already welling up with tears, as my fist decided itself to hit that man.

But before what my fist intended to do finished, a flash past before my eyes, as I soon see the world turning.