The Young Achromo

The sun shone brightly raising high in the air, and this was what most of them known as their flag. The happy and brilliant village of Elna, had been now prosperous for quite the time under the rule of what they called their 'Great King'. The great king that did not let war cross the border, where only the pleasant air roamed along with the birds freely in the air. No violence at last, at least for these people. 

The forest was filled with the wild of nature and the beauty as well, but it was no easy task for someone to just wander into it. Beasts were the wilds of nature as well. There was still silence among the forest before it was disturbed by an arrow shot, slaying a flying bird. As it had it's great fall, it was caught by a boy, not more than 10 year old, with hairs that had turned fully white, brighter than the moonlight that shines down on this earth at the brightest of the nights; he had bright blue eyes, but its was not just the regular shade of blue, rather it was something very different. It was extremely hard to figure out what it was, but there was definitely something special there. 

It was the young Achromo O' Yiostheou. 

He held the bird firmly in his hands with a grip that was tight. There was a strange beast as well that lurked among his presence, and Achromo was no stranger to, neither was it one that he could've ignored. It was of a beast, more specifically a Rugido. 

Achromo turned around to where he sensed the breathing of the monster from and he was absolutely correct on what it was. From the long trees and hidden by the shades of them emerged a ferocious four legged beast, that resembled a lion, but was roughly 5 times the size. It stood high with a terrible face glaring at the face of the young boy filled with fury. A roar came from the beast as it shifted to a battling stance. 

Achromo stayed still, even in the face of this newly arrived stranger. It was as if he had faced this situation many times now. His heart remained calm, his heartbeat wasn't disturbed by a bit, his mind was also the same, it did not change by a single bit., even seeing this vile situation. The beast struck first.

He jumped onto Achromo with a swift leap in the same sense of fury that he had appeared in front of it with. With a violent and sharp claw the beast struck. 

A faster motion was followed by Achromo as he dodged the move, tough barely he had survived. There was a bright flash of light as he drew his blade that had been sheathed on his waist. The Achromo drove into the monster with all the force he had and struck it right in it's back. The beast made a ferocious screech and then it took a step back as it was about to retreat. Then it ran away with a a yell. Roaring one last time.

"He won't die by that." said Achromo to himself as he swung his sword to remove the blood at it's tip and then sheathed it. He looked back to where it ran, "I struck it with just the tip of my blade. He will definitely live. Might take a while to recover..."

Then he had a sudden thought for a while, and his face twisted into a scared refection of himself. He looked towards the setting sun as the sky continued to grow dark.

"I think I should get going." he repeated his thought, "It's getting quite late."

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"Achromo!" yelled a ferocious voice of a very gentle mother, whose eyes were set on her son with a small spray of blood on it, "I told you to not go that deep into the forest that you would encounter monsters in. What if something would have happened to you."

Achromo was trying to hide his embarrassed face from her angry mother who was the only beast he would have been scared of. It was a feeling of a guilt that he had never done before, he disobeyed his mother. This was a weakness of Achromo. He felt guilt more than someone other could, and at a faster rate than anyone else.

"Don't yell at the kid now, Clara." said her husband entering the house with a sweat drenched face, and with a smile that had an intention to protect his son. 

"What do you mean, Rey?" she said, "What if something was to happen to him. He was attacked by a Rugido. Do you know how it would've ended up?"

"A Rugido?" he repeated with a doubt on his face. "That's quite the threat now. Did you win tough?"

Achromo nodded with a hesitant expression. "With no wounds at all."

"See," his father said addressing the mother, "he is completely fine."

 Her face was still covered with anger as she walked towards her son and carefully examined his face and then looked in his eyes. It was the yet very cute face that she was used to. She wanted to let a scold out her mouth with her lips parting; instead she just looked away from him. Achromo's lips opened to cancel out his mother's silence, as he spoke up to apologise. 

"I didn't mean to mother. I just wandered there. I'm very so-" he was inturupted by a finger that was set up on his face, the finger of his mother. 

"Don't be." she said now facing towards him. She had a sparkle in her eye this time, "You idiot. You won't disobey me now. Understand?"

Achromo nodded with a smile on his face, and the guilt was no more there. He loved his mother. 

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The sun shone brightly as the first rays of lights descended on the small town of Elna. Two swords clashed against each other, producing sharp heat between them as they rubbed against each other. The air flew with a sense of the coming of the summer that was to follow now. Their bodies were all drenched in sweat, as they stopped their spar to have a quick break. The son and his father-mentor. Achromo and Rey.

"You are getting good at it." said Rey to his son, as he chugged a glass of ice water that caused a brain freeze within him. He shook his head trying to get out of it, "I think I swallowed a cube of ice."

Achromo laughed looking at his father and looked up to the sun and then immediately looked back from the blinding lights that followed in his eyes.

"Can't wait till I defeat you, Father." he said.

"Keep dreaming." he came back with a reply almost spitting out the water he had been drinking. "No way you-"

He stopped considering his words for a while, he seemed to have a intention to complete his sentence ; but he decided not to do it. Achromo considered to question this choice but he didn't, for he didn't like to pry. Not even about his own father.

"Say," she started, "You know much about history and wars, don't you."

"I am quite sure I am. Why do you ask?" he questioned back. 

"I read a book." he started, "It had something to do with The Great Demon King's War. It did not have much information. Have you any idea?"

Just at this question, Rey's face turned a shade of pale and he froze. The warm summer wind seem to turn cold. This experience was not held for long now as he broke the silence.

"You can't go into the topic of World Warfare without the knowledge of this war." he began with a expression that was better now, "You cant go into learning philosophy and history without stumbling upon The Demon King."

"What do you mean?" said Achromo, taking interest in this matter. He was a kid that was fond of learning and this might be the only chance of knowing this for him.

"Do you want to know?" he said with a slightly serious face. A cold breeze struck Achromo with a great chilling expression touching him like a ghost, this somehow enhanced the sense of his father's seriousness.

"I do." declared Achromo with an equal amount of seriousness to his father. 

"Then take a seat." he said with a smirk on his face, "It is quite the tale."

He paused and too one more sip from his cold glass of water. Achromo sat on the chair nearby within the shade that the roof of the house gave off.

"It is about 300 years ago..."