Goodbye

Must've been fun Vick who had been wandering the city for over an hour, lampooned as he gazed at a run down theme park.

He had read and seen them in pictures, kids his age would play on the little train that would circle around the place, there were also many different kinds of sweets for them to enjoy.

Envy filled his entire demeanor, he was brought up in this world, a world that couldn't even offer dried bread. In this cursed world no one would even remember how to cook a decent meal.

Everyone was either busy trying to look for something precious that they could exchange with Trancenders for additional time or trying to search for grounded myths to kill.

He glimpsed at the theme park for a few more seconds, before continuing south.

After thirty minutes of walking, a rather old building that resembled a mosque came to view.

It had two wooden doors that sealed an opening that was wide enough for a car to go through.

.....

Standing at both sides of the doors were two burly middle aged men with spears in hand.

"No luck today too?" One of the men asked, when he saw Vic approaching, still this time he didn't have his usual playerful tone.

"Come on, stop giving the kid false hope, we all know that myths only appear on a full moon, and no one has ever seen one being left behind after the eye closed" the other man who stood to the right said, with anger laced in his tone.

"Yeah" Vic answered the first man, while choosing to ignore the second, he walked towards the giant brown doors and pushed them open, before steeping in, as to whether the first man was being playerful or not, Vic didn't care.

He was meet by a well decorated two story building, that had five rooms on each side of the lower floor, opposite the last room on the right was a staircase that led to the second floor.

Walking towards the third room at the left side, he heard murmurs and sensed gazes around him, but paid no mind to them as he was well used to them.

Approaching the door he pulled it open, to which a rotting stech hit him, though he didn't seem to be bothered by it and just walked in.

The room was small and only managed to fit one bed and one set sofa.

"Which game did you play today?"

Vic placed his broad sword behind the couch, and sat down before answering

"Hide and seek"

"Ohh haha, I read that it was one of the best kids game"

"Wait, what happened to your time?" Vic asked as he shot out of the couch towards the bed.

Laying on a rather uncomfortable looking bed, was a man, with neatly comed curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and skin as dark as a starless night, the man resembled Vic so much so that if it wasn't for their clear age difference, one might have confused one for another.

In his forehead was a red tattoo that seemed to change every second, at the moment it read

0d 6h 4m 45s.

"Where the hell did a whole freaking day go?" Vic asked, with clear frustration and worry in his voice.

"Vic language" the man on the bed paused for moment, took a deep breath before continuing "I've told you again and again this is my fate"

"Fuck fate.. sorry, but why now, I told you to hold on a little longer" with tears now streaming down his cheeks, he continued " I'm gonna figure out a way, I'm.. I'm gonna beat this curse and destroy the void"

"I trust you will, but I'm sorry Vic, I won't be there to celebrate"

"Just one more day, why, why did you give it away, I'm sure I could have figured something tomorrow "

More tears streaming down, Vic said.

"Someone needed it more than I did, look at me, a father who even depends on his son and the neighbours for a meal" he said while pointing a his legs, which were severed at knees length.

He was once a strong Trancender.

On one of the full moon, in one of the many battlefields, while fighting the onslaught of the myths, he met a girl, one who caught his attention.

After months of pursuing her, he finally stole her heart. In which they decided to raise a family.

Almost every person would look at them like they were crazy when he would tell them that she was pregnant.

....

Everything was great for about two years after she gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

Inspite that one day she suddenly changed ,started talking about how she wanted to make the world safe fo their child. Till one morning she left a note indicating that she was gonna go through the void. Since then he never heard from her again

He was left alone with a child in a world that one was needed to constantly fight for time.

Deciding to join a group, in exchange for time they would take care of his kid.

And things went on a smooth path for a while, but it seemed like nature was constantly trying to snatch every bit of peace he had.

One day as he was fighting the myths with the group like usual, he tripped and fell belly flat, leaving an opening for a Tokoloshe, which in turn cost him his legs.

After the incident occurred the group helped him and to an extent tried to feed him and his son.

Despite that there's always a limit to how kind humans can be, and for someone who can't give something in return they're very cruel.

"They're going to take care of you" stepping back from the memory lane, he said, warm tears and a comforting smile displaying on his face.

"I only want you, I don't want anyone else" his eyes having turned red from all the crying.

"Come here, I want you to tell me about your day" he said stretching his arms out for a hug.

Vic clawled onto the bed then into his father's embrace.

"I didn't really meet any friend, or play hide and seek" Vic said, his voice barely audible.

"I know"

"You knew" he looked at his father with a surprised face, who inturn looked at him with a questionable look.

"Ohh, right I saw a theme park....."

They went on, and so did time. 0d 0h 4m 0s.

"And then there was this huge thing..."0d 0h 2m 7s

"It was this huge, bigger than this house.."

0d 0h 0m 30s

"I'm grateful for the time I got to spend with you, son"

0d 0h 0m 0s

With a bright smile on his face, he closed his eyes, never to reopen them again.

Screaming his guts out, with uncontrollable tears running down his cheeks, he hugged his father tightly.

On that moment he swore to become a beacon of the dark ages, and a spell of doom for every myth or anything that would stand in his path.