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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Black Bird

Apollo pointed his finger to the sky.

The old man's eyes followed his finger.

There was a large flock of black birds angrily chirping in the sky.

The old man nodded casually.

"Ah, yes. Those are the birds."

Then, the realization struck him.

"...Crap."

The old man broke off into an ungraceful sprint, swinging his arms way higher than needed.

"We need to run!"

Apollo followed after the old man, but his face was calm like still water.

"Why do we have to run?"

The old man was huffing. He replied with frustration.

"Did you not hear what I said? These birds are gonna tear us a new one!"

Apollo raised an eyebrow.

"A new what?"

The old man's eyelid twitched.

"Nevermind..."

The old man abruptly ducked down.

He dodged the dive of a black bird, saving his head.

The old man clicked his tongue.

"Anyways, these birds are dangerous. We need to run."

Apollo hummed.

"Why can't we just kill them?"

The old man shook his head.