Chapter :-23 A Glimpse of Past (Part-1)

[Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.]

I still wonder, was it worth it...when we fought against the gods. Sure the world would have been destroyed if we didn't but what of it. Every beyonder was selfish, shameless, murdurer, thief, what not.

The only thing which kept me going was fear...fear that my sister wouldn't get to live a normal life, that she too would be dragged in this mess, fear that the bounds which I made in the [Tarot club], inevitably would all disappear, fear that once more I will lose everything.

If there is a god then I am thankful to him for giving me this another chance, .......though I wanted to die,....... and to tell you the truth I still do but the shackles known as friends and families forces me to keep going.

The desire to return to my own world is as strong as ever. My longing to rest has just increased,... but not yet, I can't rest just yet. Not before killing the stars, the one's who ruined it all.

A figure flashed through, the darkness of the night provided the perfect natural cover anyone would ever require. The wind whistled through the leaves. The blurry shadow ,dashing through the forest.

The Figure had long wings, black feather, Empty eyes ,long talons ,a canny beak. The bird was unusually black, well using the word 'bird' would be undermining it's size ,any modern world person will only speak one word....Dinosaur.

On the back of the black bird under the black night, sat three figures. Cloak covered their bodies. Nightingale was wearing black-brown assassin clothes, arrows and bow on her back, a long knife strapped to her left thigh, a short silver sword strapped to her waist.

The cloak had a chainmail beneath it which could even block attacks from Kite's sword for sometime. Beside her was Cynthia, wearing Black Mithril armor, the long silver hair that she concealed inside the hood.

She had two daggers hanging from her waist. She had used the darkness that she was blessed with to create a huge 'bird', unlike Mellena who could turn into [Light-cluster] to travel at unbelievable speeds, she could only order the dark to do her bidding.

Both of their cloaks flustered under the wind they were experiencing, infront of them sat Kite. Red-white armor, like the light which peirces the dark, his armor shined with a brilliant light.

His head was incased inside a war-helmet, two horns coming out of both of its sides. Red streams running all over the armor gave his a strange vibe, a dangerous one.

Looking at his armor, one would think of paladins of the [Seyaki temple], unlike the original novel, in this world [Church] wasn't the only religion, but it was certainly the only one which had such big ambitions.

But that's a topic for another chapter. From his waist hung his [Holy-sword], his left white-red gauntlet held a strange looking weapon.

A gun, not the one from [Lord of the mysteries world] after all the technology was far primitive when compared to the modern earth. Kite was awfully familiar with guns due to his profession, life before he met her and decided to settle down.

Even after wearing such an intimidating armor, the overall weight of Kite was 3kg less than a normal guard's. The mithril was really a magical smithing material.

Through his eyes he searched for the intruders, people who wanted to destroy the wall, people who had just came to die here in [Border town].

The 'bird' looked towards his left, the trees weren't able to block it's superior vision. His eyes pierced through the leaves and bushes, it immediately changed direction after issuing a low-screech to alert Cynthia.

Cynthia together with Kattara's help was able to induce some awareness and conscious inside the bird of darkness, thus a failed product of conscious project.

They travelled at high speed, such as the sound of cutting of winds could be heard clearly, more like whistling. Kite jumps off the 'bird' back, on a tree branch and launches towards the source.

[Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.]

[Killing don't need no reason. This is ghetto. Reason is for rich people. We have madness.]

His sword unsheathed, the harbinger of death is here...only the souls of the enemies could quench this thrust that made him like this.

The source of the sound was a man, 6'0° feet tall ,dark skin ,wearing brown clothes ,a hammer hung from his waist whereas the scare on his arm displayed the dangers he had faced before.

His turned around to see the reason, the silence that the forest had maintained was now lost. Alas!!!....it was too late for things such as regret, anger, confusion, etc.

The sword with the cross on its handle had already pierced his heart, claimed his life as the blood spurted out of his wound. The blood painted on the ground red, the heaviness of the situation had already increased along with tension and the scent of blood in the air.

His face along with the body had already started going cold, the huge man, the one who wanted to kill for the same of money ,himself had his life claimed by the reaper.