3 Whispers Of The Past I

When it rains one should pray! when it rains one should pray! when it rains one should pray! For better or for the worse! Rain is sent to heal the world.

Rage was sitting on the stool in front of the counter, waiting for the old lady to inform him about his new job. He had already freshened up and wore some new white linen clothes.

" Now! You look like a human being. No matter the reason one should always look good." said Shanina.

She got off her stool and gulped down a mug of ale in a matter of seconds.

Rage became worried and said, "Don't you go easy on the ale such thing ruins the beautiful skin of yours."

"Such a sweet boy! ain't you? But no need to worry about me I can handle ale more than most men. Anyways enough about the idle chatter. Let us talk about your job." Shanina smiled as she went back to her stool.

Rage nodded eagerly to know what his new occupations would be. This is a world where occupation earns the respect of the others. Occupations such as knights, alchemist, doctors, hunters, adventurers and military men are respected in society.

"Do not have such high expectations! As hanad mentioned earlier your job is in the Royal Palace. From now on you, occupation shall be the shitman until the underground sewers are fixed. You will receive a map of the palace and more details about your job from Hanad. Now! Are you willing to work as a shitman! The pay is damn good." said Shanina in a serious manner.

Rage pursed his lips and thought to himself what is there to think about? He said, "I will take that job and from now on I shall be the shitman." He bowed and left.

" What a kind boy! Too bad the scapegoat shall be he! Don't you think old man?"

" Aye! Aye!." The old man was busy licking the ale off the floor.

Hanad was already outside waiting for rage. He had an umbrella with him.

" You know they say when it rains you should pray! Have you prayed?" Asked Hanad with a cheeky smile on his face.

" Pray! I do not remember the last time I did." Said Rage. " Let's go the palace is quite far from here." he picked the umbrella from the young boy.

"The rain cleanses the world off evil spirit, It cleanses the heart of men of evil intention but the rain only falls for a certain time, the intention is yet again reborn stronger and more evil. that's why I have never prayed," said Hanad.

For a boy of his age, he is more mature and smart than most adults. He is quick and witty! The only way he could have survived was to develop such skills.

Just like in the past the two of them walked side by side in the empty streets, Just like how they met for the first time. The sky was weeping on that night as well.

Rage a young boy fifteen of age at that time. He had just graduated from the knights' academy as one of the top geniuses the academy has seen at all times. He had a bright future ahead of him, pampered and praised by the nobles, the pride and joy of his family, the charming prince of the females but also the envy of others. He was ready to start his career at the knights watch.

For his first mission, he was assigned to apprehend and solve the case of the missing children in the capital. At that time hundreds of children had gone missing from both peasants and noble families.

At first, it was only children of the peasants however, soon after the noble children started disappearing as well. People called it ' Firework Of the Devil' because it was a time of celebration when the children had started disappearing and the sky was full of bright fireworks of all colours for seven nights.

Rage adorned in his handcrafted armour, gifted to him by his master. It was dark perfect in all edges. Light with the royal symbol carved on its chest. Two blades on his back. One short and another long.

" I shan't leave my master disappointed. I will definitely find the missing children." He left on his black mare as he rushed onwards to the last crime scene.

Rage always had a gift that was unique to him. A Hidden talent to be more precise!

He could find traces left behind on crime scenes whether it was the scent or hidden footprints. His senses were sharp unlike his peers and for that reason, he stood out among the young graduates and became known as a genius.

It was the back garden right behind the house of Zino, A peasant family where a child had disappeared.

Rage was brought up with manners and humility. Kindness was but only one of his many virtues.

He knocked at the door and patiently waited for an answer.