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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasi
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372 Chs

Rainbow Colored Fish

Apollo's consciousness began to flicker, like a candle reaching the end of its light. Yet, when it seemed like darkness would consume him entirely, a bright light filled the room, as though breaking an illusion.

"Friend, you have to try this fish!"

Layla crouched down next to Apollo, excitedly holding a rainbow colored fish in front of him.

Apollo weakly turned to look at Layla, hardly able to keep his eyes open.

"...Layla."

His lips parted ever so slightly while his voice trailed off.

Layla giggled.

"Yeah! Now try this fish, friend! It's super tasty!"

She proceeded to crudely shove the fish into Apollo's mouth.

As for Apollo, he anxiously tried to bite down because of how hungry he was. However, the rainbow colored fish struggled violently enough to leap out of Apollo's mouth, and onto the snow.