1 Chapter 1:Threat
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Kyle's POV
Standing chill while watching the sweaty huge mascular ogre who stopped for awhile to catch its lost breaths. I can see fear, anger and frustration in his eyes,
You will regret for stealing money and taking hostage of that little girl.
Five criminals were already down, and you are next and last.
"One wrong move, little brat, I'll kill her!" he said hesitating to a 17 years old man while aiming his knife to the innocent little girl that he just recently hostaged.
I slowly take a step towards him with a blank expression of my face.
"I said don't move!" he was frightened from trying to scare me.
"Hmph." I reacted and stopped. Only 1 1/2 meters is our distance.
"Spare me and give me a gold, and I'll--"
I swung my sword on his neck. He was open, the young girl is too small to cover him up. So fool.
"Darkness shall be perish." my last word for him.
Violet blood spluttered from his wounds and bloodbathe the ground as he hugged it unconsciously.
"Margarette, I--" his last word that escaped to his mouth.
The girl's mother came to get her shocked little girl soaked with a sticky violet blood.
"Thank you very much." she said and left.
All ladies and gentlemen who whitnesed the situation gives a round of applause and cheers for being heroic.
Staring at the corpse of the last ogre instead of the eyes of thankful people.
"Young Hero!"
"Young Hero!'
The people gave me a name and cheered it up as if they saw a hero.
"Receive this gold as a reward of your courage and kindness." someone said and kneeled like giving me an honor.
Something disturbs my mind, so I didn't notice him. I should go. So left the crime place.
I came back to the mini store where I left the goods I bought.
"Your clothes are stained, you probably should change first." said the owner when he saw me.
Third Person's POV
"Young Hero!"
"Young Hero!" cheered by the people to that golden haired 17 year old brat, wearing a commoner's clothes and holding an ordinary Knight's sword.
"Heh, what a freak name." A man with a brown cowboy hat smirked devilishly.
Kyle's POV
When I got home, I placed the goods in the kitchen and went to my bedroom. I removed the strap tangled in my body as well as the sword and its sheath, fold the strap, and lean it in front of the cabinet.
I was about to continue my task in the kitchen when someone appeared on my way.
"And why did you took too long, Kyle?" scold by my beloved old lady who's the only one who gave me tender love and care since I was born in this unpeaceful world.
"Ahh.. Lola.. because.."
"Because what?"
"T-there's something.. U-uhm.. You know.." I said while scratching my head. Oh my, I cant say it directly, her reactions already appeared in my mind. No no no..
A pair of sharp and fierce eyes directly looking at me. Looks like she already figured it out. I'm dead.
"How many times do I have to tell you that, 'NEVER GET IN TROUBLE!' no matter what!"
"But I can't help myself just watching an injustice treatment of the ogres and besides, I just used my normal sword." I politely explained.
"There's an authorized organization who should do what you did."
"But police always came late, and the victim's life is already in danger--'
"But you now may be in danger! You know what's threat in your life when someone found out who you are!"
"I'm sure they'll never know--"
"Apo, I love you so much, my conscience will kill me if something happens to you. You can be hero later once you got strong enough. Please, don't be involve in trouble again."
"Ok." I said in my lonely tone voice.
She's right, If I mastered my skills and magic, I can save as many as I can and deminish every piece of darkness! But I dont think if I can tempt whenever I saw evil doers.
"Promise me."
"I.. P-promise Lola."
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The moon had finally rose, darkness covered sorroundings, crickets, birds and animals are fell asleep.
I sat upon my bed and hug my dirty white pillow. I can't sleep, something bothers me.
'Margaret.. I--'
The voice of the ogre whispers in my head.
'Margaret.. I--'
-what does he mean?
'I'?
-'I' what?
-what's next on it?
'Margaret.'
-what is Margaret? Is this kind of his favorite stuff or what?
Gosh.
I overthinked so much. I shouldn't be bother, they're still a force of darkness and evil doers after all.
Once an evil, is always an evil. Giving a second chance will give them a chance to betray you.
After I cleared my thoughts, my eyes slowly fell.
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*Blag*
A soft and clean footstep from somewhere made my almost 3 hours closed eyes to wide open. Me, as a trained swordman, I have a sensitive sense even I'm in the middle of asleep.
I alert my self and grab my sword bellow my bed due the sensation of danger.
This feeling,
I'm sure there's something wrong.
I stepped like a cat, carefully walked to my grandmother's room.
I'm about to twist the door knob when I sensed someone behind my back, so I turn around to chase it.
"Show yourself." I said in my monotone voice.
Black suit, covered face, with dark violet eyes and a dark violet hair appeared in my front.
He also had a famous sybolic tattoo on its shoulder where you can recognize a kind of organizations.
Dark Tribe
Like me, he's holding a sword at that young age. There is no doubt that he's an assassin.
How the heck he get in our house that built middle of the forest? What do you want from us?
"What do you want?" I said and ready my sword.
"Your head." he also used a monotoned voice just like what I did.
He gripped his sword tightly and run towards me.
*Cling*
Our sword sparked when I blocked his attack. Tsk! He's fast and also strong. I wonder if how many innocents died in his sword.
"Darkness shall be PERISH!!" I shouted to gather a strength and attacked him!
He dodged it so I accidentally sliced my grand mother's vintage vase inherited from our ancestors and fell into pieces.
Oops! maybe fighting inside is a very bad Idea. I should lead our fight at the outside.
He attacked again and I doged it.
*Creak* -sound of the collapsing wood material.
Our wooden table at my back devided into two pieces.
As we fought, even chairs, kitchen wares, and many things broke. The house is now a total mess. Gosh I hate cleaning!
After awhile, I finally led our fight outside.
Cold breeze shivers in my skin. Our hair sways in the air. The round full moon and stars is the only source of light here in the forrest.
He's standing in front of me, grips his sword tightly. Small drop of bloods falls from the small cuts made by my sword.
He grinned with worry and anger while breathing deeply to catch his breath.
*Sound of liquid drops*
B-blood?
When I saw a drops of a red liquid came from my head, I realized that just like him, I also have cuts and lost lots of breath.
I never fought like this before. It's seems that we have an equall strength, or worst, he may be a little bit stronger than me.
It's been a minutes but we froze in thid standing position. Looks like he's also exhausted like me and wished to to go back to bed and continue dreaming sweetie.
I have to move, I have to take this over!
I can't lose.
How can I follow my path if I died already?
How can I save thousands of people?
How can I punish evils?
How can I serve justice for abused people, specially,
Justice for my parents.
If he's here because of my secret, looks like I need to use it.
NOW!
A very strong beam of blindful light flashed in front of us.
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Reminder: UNEDITED CHAPTER
Author's Note:
What's up guys! So I tried to write in english to practice my self in this kind of skills hehehe. But I'm so worried if kakayanin ko ba hanggang sa dulo ng walang hanghang kung saan wala ng nararamdaman. Ayan na di na kinaya hahahaha.
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