"Eh? Isn't it just a failed telekinesis? Throw him in the slums."
"But… But Father, I am your son. How can you do this to me?"
"Hmph! A Trash like you isn't my son. Take him out of my sight."
'Yes, Sir!" Two guards said in unison as they both grabbed the arms of a boy kneeling on the floor.
"Father! FATHER!! FATHER!!!" The boy's cry became louder and louder as the guards mercilessly dragged the boy out of the room.
"Bring me some fine wines. Ruined my day, this brat!"
"Yes, Sir!" The maids present in the room hurried to get the wine out.
…
THUD!
The guards threw the boy in an alleyway. The boy sat up, leaning against the wall.
"Hahaha… Welcome to your new home. Have a good day, young master!" One of the guards mocked the boy. The boy had an empty face, staring off into the opposite wall, no idea of his surrounding.
He was like this all the way here after he stopped screaming and crying. The guard was still going on with his needle-like words.
The second guard seemed to have felt pity and looked like he couldn't stand mocking and jeering of his colleague as he said,
"Stop all this. What are you doing piercing his already deep wound? I know you have a problem with rich and mighty people, but sop bullying this child. He has already suffered enough already,"
"Hmph. What do you know? The antics of this brat! Seems like the karma returned it to him today."
Looking at the empty face of the boy, it looked the guard also felt some pity.
"Yeah, Let's go. No use in bullying him any further."
The guards went away as their steps resonated in his ear, but it felt like it had nothing to do with him.
A gnawing feeling started in his gut, followed by an aching and breaking feeling within his heart, he didn't feel like anything was physically wrong, but it was still there.
With the heartbreaking feeling he had, he began feeling that there was a void in himself, which made it almost impossible to concentrate, which was then followed by his bitter cry. He cried so hard that he began to experience physical pain. His head started hurting as he slowly lost consciousness.
…
When he woke up, the whole city was in a panic. A massive cloud of smoke was formed in the sky. The boy slowly forced his limp body to stand up and walked out of the alleyway.
The next scene's vision made his pupil shrink and made him scream, but no sound came out of his mouth. His throat was dry due to all the crying he did. He wanted to cry and scream, but no tears or any sound came out of him.
The palace was burning, and his father was hanged in front of the palace for the people to see.
Out of his instinct, he ran towards the palace. When he took his first step, he stepped on something. When he looked at what it was, he was shocked. It was the corpse of one of the guards that brought him here, and besides that corpse was the corpse of the other guard.
Recovering from it, he ran towards the palace. The city was filled with foreign people, but the boy recognized their dress; he had seen them once. It was the outfit of some organization that had visited his father before.
He sneaked his way through those people as he arrived near the gate of the palace. Above him was the corpse of his father. He didn't know what to feel. Most of his heart was filled with grief and sorrow, but there was also a tiny bit of thought within him which said,
'He got what he deserved after what he did to me!"
He should have run away from there, but he didn't know why he entered the palace. It was like something was calling him. He entered the room, the room where he last saw his father.
He himself didn't know what he was doing there. The city was filled with enemies; he had to escape as soon as he could.
It was his father's resting room. The room was pretty simple, a couch, a table, and a bookshelf.
The room was destroyed. The couch burned, the table was broken, the bookshelf had turned into ash, the carpet was also burned, littered with broken shards of the wine bottle.
He noticed a leg peeking out from behind the couch. When he checked, he saw the dead body of the maid. It looked like her throat was cut by some sharp object.
Despite seeing all this gore, he didn't feel anything. Just as he turned around to get out of the room, he noticed something in the maid's throat.
He closed upon the corpse as he saw something white. It could be a glass shard reflecting light something else, but from inside his heart, he had a compelling desire to look at that thing.
The blood was all dried up. He took the thing out from the maid's throat without looking. From the first touch, he recognized what it was. It was a paper.
The paper was folded, and there wasn't even a trace of red in the paper. It looked like the paper was put after the blood had dried up. He opened the paper, and inside, there was a message for him. It read,
[Arnold,
There's a 99% chance that you're not reading this letter, but I am hopeful in the 1%.
I will already be dead when you read this. Please forgive me for what I did to you. To keep you safe, I had to use this plan. Tomorrow morning, a fleet of soldiers from the Light Legion will be attacking the city and the clan. Even if I can't protect myself, I can save you. Be strong, and live your life happily. Avenge me if you can, but don't overestimate yourself. No one in this city knows the whereabouts of you. Run and escape while you can. And please, don't hate me.
With Love,
Your Father.]
He crushed the paper releasing the pain in his Heart. An extreme feeling of guilt rose in his heart when he remembered the thought he was having about his father while looking at the dead body.
He clutched the paper as he sneaked out of the city into the wilderness.
He ran with all his might across the wilderness. A while after he ran, he was tired , but he kept running. He ran so much that his leg started running, he started getting dizzy, and he fainted.
…
He felt something cold on his face.
"Wake up, kid! "
All things were blurry as he slowly got up. People were surrounding him, and he didn't know these people.
"Who are you?"
"We are the Black Tears factions from the Dark Legion. Are you the City Lord Chalise's son, Arnold?" A boy in his late teen with a long face and slanted eyes asked him.
"Ye.. Yes, I am. Do you know my father?"
"Yes, we know. I am sorry we were late. Your father had requested assistance from us, but your father's letter took too long to reach us. We failed to save your father, but we gave those bastards what they deserved. "
Other people shifted sideways to reveal his father's dead body lying on the ground. Tears came from his eyes as he remembered the moments with his father.
…
[Melantha Chalise]
Arnold buried his father and made a carved out the name of his father on a piece of wood and put it beside his grave along with some flowers. He stopped crying and said with a determined face.
"From now on, I will kill any members of the Light Legion I see."