Dawn: The Boy Who Speaks To The Dead

" The world inside of the tower is much different from what you can imagine, it has all the riches and resources that can help you achieve the most important thing in your life." An adventurer in his forties explained, surrounding him were several children of the village. The Restaurant was full of kids below the age of twelve.

The Children of the village gather at this time of the day when there are not many customers in this particular restaurant run by a woman, also in her forties. She covered her ears and looked annoyed, she certainly didn't enjoy the noises that the children were making. It wasn't a peaceful environment for her but she couldn't be cruel enough to tell these little kids to go away.

She didn't hide her annoyance and from time to time she glared at the adventurer. Her displeasure made him finally stop telling his stories to the children.

" Alright, That's enough for today!" Lock the old adventurer said, he had black hair but most of it was turned grey and an unshaved face with some battle scars. One noticeable thing was that one of his hands and one of his legs were not natural but prosthetics.

" No, So soon today, " One boy complained, " Lock, is it true that a god lives in the flame tower? How high did you climb? Why did you come back?"

The boy asked many questions that made other children ask some of their own.

" Alright, Alright I will answer some of your questions today and when I come back again tomorrow, we can do this once again."

" I have cleared upto the sixty-fourth floor which is a great feat for someone like me who was once a brat from this small village." Lock answered and then added, " There is a god, it's not a fairy tale, and you know what is more interesting is the fact that there are people even stronger than that god in the tower."

" Stronger than the gods?" Many couldn't believe it, they had heard the fairy tail of there being six gods in the world. Each god was capable to destroy the world whenever they wished for it.

" Yeah, there are people who challenged fate itself to become stronger than the gods. After all, many people like me would always thrive to become stronger. Even though I ended up like this, I don't regret ever climbing the tower, it gave me prosperity, prestige, and more important than that POWER!" Lock said in a loud voice that made the children even more excited to hear these things.

" What are you trying to do?" Someone shouted it was the woman to whom this restaurant belonged. " Telling Children these absurd things, trying to make them believe that they what's impossible for them and will only lead them to their doom."

" Get out of here everyone, no one will tell these stupid stories here anymore." The woman shouted.

The children feared her because this place belonged to her, they quietly left, and those who tried to protest were slapped on the back.

" I should go as well, today, I should visit his grave." Lock said, from his face and the way he said it, made it clear that he didn't want to argue with the woman and was just trying to make a quick escape from this situation.

" Lock, you are a lost cause, Did Kevin's death not teach you any lesson?" The woman asked.

" Kevin's death has nothing to do with this. Even he didn't regret dying, he died as someone strong rather than being someone weak." Lock snapped after the woman said that.

" He died because he was weak, if you think he didn't have any regrets in his last moments then you are wrong and it's time you realize this." The woman answered calmly but a little louder in response to what Lock said.

Lock just started to walk away after hearing what the woman said.

" Wait, you are visiting his grave, right?" Linda said and then went towards the reception area from there she picked up a bouquet of white flowers. " Take this and put it on his grave for me."

Lock, without saying anything took the flowers from her and then finally left the inn.

" I also hope that Kevin didn't regret anything before he died." The woman whispered to herself.

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Soon enough lock reached the place where the cemetery was and found a newly build grave there. It was much better and covered a bigger area than the other graves. Lock dropped the bouquet of white flowers on the grave and then sat in front of it.

" Those flowers are from Linda, I am sorry I didn't bring anything. She loved you, I didn't know about it, I felt sorry for her and you." Lock said. " If only I hadn't told you to become a member of my party, you would have stayed here and also would have been living a great life with her." After saying that Lock paused and then sat on his knees.

" Today she said something to me that made me feel that all of this is my fault" Lock continued, " Kevin, did you ever regret following me?"

Lock asked even though he knew that he would never get an answer.

" No, I never regretted it, even in my last moments, I didn't regret anything." Lock heard a voice that alerted him, it was the voice of a child, and when he turned towards the direction from where the voice came.

He saw a child wearing ragged clothing, the boy looked like a twelve-year-old kid. Unlike his clothes he was clean, his skin was fair and bright, his eyes shone like a purple gem and were very attractive and he had black shiny hair. The boy smiled gently, his appearance confused Lock, whether the child was an orphan or some pretty boy pretending to be one.

" Do you want to get slapped brat?" Lock shouted,

" Forgive me but I was just trying to convey what your dead friend wanted to say," Dawn said. " You see, I am someone who can speak to the dead."

" You are too young to be a sham, if you continue this any further then I will not hesitate to punish you for it." Lock said in a threatening tone.

" I am not a sham, I am not someone who lies." The boy replied.

" Oh, then what are you?" Lock asked.

" I am Death!"