"This is the last, Grunt, you are the last to exited in this place and no more exception after this. . .then, as a parting gift I'll give you your name. A name where people from the outside would think you are the last person alive in our race. . .go forth then, Last Sage! spread your wings further and beyond, but remember let the world knows, us the remaining 'Silver Crails' is no more." Outside of a certain 'realm' in the Village of the said race. A small little girl find herself walking while hopping in an empty forest with nothing but trees and bushes.
Eyes isn't hollowed but full of ambition and eager to challenge the outside world as she remembers her partriach' last word before exited from that 'realm'
Still, not a single bit of it would let her goals left unreach as she stride forward, speed ascending and bare footed. Her shoulder length hair flutters along with a piece of small shirt she was wearing; until her knees as she keep on smiling widely. . .
But not long after, she bumped into someone as if charging into a hard wall as she flew back for a couple of feet. nose red as she yelped in agony.
Thereafter, her eyes met with a towering man, sword attached in its back bigger than his body body, tattered grey cloak and crimson scaled chainmail and boots, has raven hair and dark glowing eyes, as if knowledge is overflowing from the inside. to her surprise, the man reached out his hands thereafter and smile after noticing the gills out of her upper collarbone. . .
"Oh I'm very sorry little Crail, are you alright? hm? to think they let this child lost like nothing is a kind of a negligence. alright then, want me to escort you back?" but the man raised his brow and saw that a little girl, not even in his chest height, shakes her head as answer, saying that she is now free. . .Surprisingly, she said a word which made the man roll his body out of the ground. laughing hardly. . .
"hahahahaha, little girls nowadays are bold and decisive, really, an Adventurer at that age? pfff! hahahahah" the said man laughed his ass of. Of course its none other than Gin Galmung, the current Luginas. this time, he is but a normal vagabond and no goal in life. Like eating is normal; for him, killing monsters is only but an appetite.
The desperation, or rather, watching the flaming eye of ambition of this ocean eyed little Silver Crail in front of him, he realize he hasn't explored the world he thought he could. Well, to be honest, he isn't even trying to befriend with others after that 'certain accident', so Gin counted that this is the first time he laugh his ass off, which is at a dumbest way at that.
"Wh--what's so funny!? Adventurer is a 'free' job! even normal Crails knew that!--oof" after then, Grunt covers her mouth shut. She shouldn't tell others about Crails other than: she is the last one remains!
The man then grinned, cocking off his head to the side and noticing the little girl is keeping it a secret. . .
"Its alright, I know Crails are discrete and low profile especially about their race. . .of course I too is also the same, so your secret is safe from me!" Gin crossed his arms while saying so, proud of his honest self.
. . .And after finding a place to stay inside this greenery forest, the little girl told her goals and dreams thereafter, not just to be an adventurer. And yes, that very dream and goal of hers came in fruition from the present time, but a goal is always followed by another goal, so they say. . .
And at the same time. . .Gin find himself looking behind the cloud covering sky. . .for a small girl to dream in this dreary world of carnage, covers only by a fraction lie of peace; a single faint smile came out of Gin's lips while thinking. He wondered, did he even dreamed like hers? That, he already forgotten even if he have one. . .
But then again he forgot something is not right and asks, "By the way little girl. . .you already told me your end goal, but you haven't introduce yourself, that's, a bit weird you see?", Gin scratches his head as if he's being rude. . ."by the way, I'm Gin Galmung" Then he sheated his sword "And this companion, Balmung and you?" to not feel awkward, he introduced himself.
Smiling, the little Silver Crail reached her hand towards the sky in response "I'm Grunt! the Last Sage, and the future World's strongest Magician!"
Perplexed, she heard a chuckle until a hard laugh. . .looking towards the said man, he saw Gin clapping his own two feet. He couldn't help but to laugh aloud again to even lost his balance that a sound of thud could be heard; head first, but his laugh didn't end there...
"Again! what's so funny!?" the little Grunt, fumed and asks. Her name, from Silver Crail's language means 'unshackled by fate', the very reason her patriarch let her leave or do what she pleases. Because, for their noble bloodline, to chain their people with such name is akin of smearing their humility and noble blood. That is why, Grunt is an exemption.
But this guy is only laughing her dream!? Or so she thought. Her embarrassment surfaced after she realize the 'truth' about her name.