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If you'll indulge me, I'd like to share a rather mundane tale that may not captivate your attention for long.
Just a minute of your time is all I ask.
It all began on that fateful day when a tempestuous confrontation erupted between my father and me. His incessant nagging had worn on my nerves, until I could bear it no longer. In a moment of frustration, I dared to speak my mind, challenging his authority.
The air crackled with tension as our voices clashed, escalating into a crescendo of anger. And then, in a sudden surge of rage, my father's open palm collided with my cheek, leaving a stinging imprint.
The pain coursed through me, but I refused to let a single tear escape.
Driven by an impulsive surge, my hand instinctively hoisted the weight of my sword, its steel glinting under the fiery light. In that moment, a declaration, fueled by defiance and determination, escaped my lips, piercing the charged air around us.
"If you persist in suffocating my very existence within the confines of this family, then I shall bid farewell to this house! I shall embark on a path of adventure, unbound and unrestrained!"
My father's countenance remained unyielding, a mask devoid of any discernible emotion. His voice, as icy as ever, resonated with a chilling menace that had become all too familiar, instilling a lingering fear within me, despite my growing accustomedness.
"If that is your unwavering desire, then so be it. However, be aware that you shall never step foot within these walls again. I hereby disown you, and from this day forward, you shall no longer bear the name of our family."
"...Perhaps, that is truly for the best. From the depths of my being, I never wished to be burdened with the ties of this lineage."
With determination coursing through my veins, I swiftly gathered my belongings, wasting no time in bidding farewell to that house that held so many painful memories. Not a backward glance escaped my gaze as I embraced the unknown ahead.
As I left the house that day, I convinced myself it was for the best, or at least that's what I told myself.
At the tender age of fifteen, I found myself standing at the precipice of adulthood, a coming-of-age thrust upon me by circumstance. I harbored a youthful sense of invincibility, believing that I could conquer the world on my own.
Little did I know, it was the naïveté of my mind, a self-assured conviction born of inexperience, that whispered false promises of self-sufficiency.
To be perfectly honest, the initial stages of my life as an adventurer unfolded with remarkable ease. Over the span of four years, I traversed uncharted territories and conquered formidable challenges with relative smoothness. Ascending through the ranks, I achieved the pinnacle of adventurer status, unimpeded by any significant obstacles that dared to cross my path.
However, it would be remiss of me not to acknowledge the invaluable role played by my comrades, my steadfast friends who accompanied me on this extraordinary journey. Among them, there was one who would forever hold a special place in my heart—Elisa, who has now become my beloved wife. Words struggle to capture the ethereal beauty that radiated from her very essence, turning heads with every graceful step she took. Her beguiling crimson eyes possessed an enigmatic allure, drawing me in from the moment our gazes intertwined.
Love struck me unapologetically from the moment our eyes first met. Such was her radiance and allure that words could scarcely capture her essence.
Within our adventuring party, Elisa's multifaceted talents shone brightly. She wielded the power of both a skilled healer and a formidable mage, weaving enchantments with an effortless finesse. Moreover, she displayed a remarkable prowess with the spear, further solidifying her reputation as a capable warrior. Each time I beheld her in the heat of battle, my heart swelled with an ever-deepening adoration, captivated anew by her indomitable spirit and unmatched grace.
Our band of adventurers was further enriched by the presence of Brime, the stalwart warrior of our party, whose immense physical stature was only matched by the enormity of his heart. Beyond his prowess in combat, he also possessed the skill of a seasoned blacksmith, forging weapons and armor that would aid us on our daring quests.
Mirah, the adept archer, commanded awe and respect with her unparalleled marksmanship. Her arrows never missed their mark, and in friendly competitions, she effortlessly brought me to my knees, humbled by her undeniable superiority.
And then there was Tristan, the audacious and fearless soul who held Mirah's heart. Famed for his audacious feats, he was known as the man who delivered a powerful blow to a slumbering dragon and emerge unscathed, his laughter echoing triumphantly. I recall Mirah's reproachful voice, admonishing him for his reckless exploits, a testament to the depth of their affection.
Chad, the master of information, played a crucial role in our exploits. Though his prowess in combat may have been limited, his strategic acumen was second to none. He orchestrated our operations, ensuring that we navigated treacherous paths with precision and intellect.
And lastly, Eldrin, a name forever etched in my memory, regardless of the countless attempts to forget.
Eldrin, my first and dearest friend, approached me during a time of solitude, extending a hand of camaraderie that would forever change the course of my life. It was through Eldrin's introduction that I had the privilege of meeting Brime, the esteemed captain of our adventuring party.
Eldrin, a skilled swordsman like myself, possessed a mastery of the blade that harmonized effortlessly with my own. Together, we forged a formidable duo, capable of turning the tides of battle with our synchronized prowess.
With the assembly of our seven-member party, I harbored an unwavering belief that we were an indomitable force. Little did I know that fate had a different plan in store for us, one that would forever alter our lives.
On that fateful day, Elisa and I publicly announced our newfound relationship, a joyous revelation that elicited happiness from every member of our party. To commemorate this momentous occasion, we decided to revel in celebration, indulging in the simple pleasure of shared laughter and merriment.
In an unexpected turn of events on that very day, Eldrin's voice resonated with a sense of excitement and adventure. "Listen, everyone! What if we embarked on a journey to explore the newly discovered dungeon nearby?"
The notion of an unexplored dungeon, still untouched by the curious hands of adventurers, held an irresistible allure. For those of our ilk, the prospect of undiscovered treasures and hidden secrets was an invitation that could not be ignored. The very thought sent a surge of anticipation through our veins, fueling our adventurous spirits and binding us together in a shared desire to embark on this new and daring expedition.
Little did we anticipate the true power and ferocity of the monsters that lurked within the depths of the dungeon. Cornered and hopelessly outmatched, our valiant efforts proved futile as we realized the extent of our helplessness. No matter how we swung our weapons, our strikes failed to leave a mark. The overwhelming force of these formidable adversaries pushed us into a desperate retreat, our only hope of survival lying in escape.
Yet, our flight from danger only served to ensnare us further within the labyrinthine confines of the dungeon. At every turn, relentless monsters materialized, closing in on us from all directions. Our options dwindled until we found ourselves trapped, caught in a nightmarish web spun by our ill-fated decision.
Amidst the chaos, my gaze caught sight of an unsettling smirk playing upon Eldrin's lips.
"You truly are fools," he sneered, his revelation prompting a collective shift of attention towards him.
"What do you mean? Explain yourself!" we implored, desperation coloring our voices.
"Just as I said, each and every one of you is a fool," he replied with an air of disdain, before an eerie transformation began to unfold. His once-human visage shifted, his skin taking on the hue of murky mud, gradually melting away until nothing remained but a grotesque, shapeless mound of mire.
"A Mud Clone?!" Elisa's incredulous voice rang out in disbelief as the truth unveiled itself before her eyes. Eldrin had employed a powerful illusion known as the Mud Clone, deceiving us all this time. It was a spell of extraordinary potency, capable of ensnaring even the most vigilant minds.
The realization settled heavily upon us. It was this cunning duplicate that had led us into this treacherous predicament. Our collective thoughts raced, grappling with the question of the real Eldrin's whereabouts.
Then, a chilling voice reverberated from above, its source hidden from our sight. "How easily you all were fooled," it taunted with a malevolence that sent shivers down our spines. "Did you truly believe that after a mere four years of companionship and shared ventures, you could trust me so implicitly? I apologize, but my allegiance lies with those who have been by my side far longer than any of you. This was merely a business transaction, and I have led you all here for a sinister reason. You see, you are to be the inaugural sacrifices in a grand spectacle that will reshape this monotonous world! Regrettably, you won't be around to witness it, but rest assured, I shall do it all in your honor. After all, that's what friends are for, isn't it?"
The intensity of his gaze bore into us, revealing a twisted insanity that had lain dormant beneath his facade of camaraderie. In that chilling moment, the pieces fell into place, and the magnitude of Eldrin's betrayal crashed over us like a merciless wave, leaving us reeling in disbelief and heartache.
Even now, I struggle to comprehend the depths of Eldrin's betrayal. The weight of his treachery hangs heavy upon my heart, casting a shadow of confusion and disbelief over my understanding of the events that transpired.
His cryptic and enigmatic words left us all in a state of shock, unable to decipher their true meaning. Trapped within the confines of that accursed dungeon, we languished for days, our hopes dwindling with each passing moment.
Tragedy befell our dear companions, Mirah and Tristan, whose love had once been a beacon of joy and promise. Their dream of uniting in marriage, set to be fulfilled just a month prior, was mercilessly snuffed out within the confines of that wretched labyrinth. The cruel twist of fate robbed them of the happiness they so rightfully deserved, forever denying them the chance to walk down the aisle together.
Chad, Brime, Elisa, and I, the remaining survivors of our shattered party, emerged from the depths of the dungeon after enduring a torturous week of confinement. The return to the surface should have brought relief, a respite from the perils that had befallen us.
However, there was no joyous laughter to be heard, no glimmers of mirth reflecting in our eyes. The weight of Eldrin's unforgivable betrayal and the painful loss of Mirah and Tristan rendered our minds numb, unable to process the magnitude of the tragedies that had befallen us.
In a blur of rage-fueled determination, I relentlessly pursued Eldrin, my former companion.
Upon locating him in a tavern, reveling in his newfound freedom while callously disregarding our suffering, I launched myself at him without a moment's hesitation. The weight of my clenched fist connected with his face, a manifestation of the seething anger that coursed through my veins. Blow after blow, my fists found their mark, heedless of the growing crowd that encircled us. Blinded by anger, all I could think of was exacting vengeance for the untimely demise of Tristan and Mirah.
"Stop! Wait! Please, don't do this! We're friends, right?" Eldrin's desperate plea echoed through the air as he struggled to block my furious onslaught of punches.
But even as my fists relentlessly met their target, my wrath remained unabated. The deaths of Tristan and Mirah, the ones I held dear, demanded a price to be paid. Eldrin, too, must face a similar fate.
"Wait?! Why are you drawing your sword? We are friends, are we not? Friends do not kill each other." Eldrin's voice trembled with fear, his words a desperate plea.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips, devoid of warmth or camaraderie.
"Friend? You, Eldrin, are no friend of mine," I declared, my tone cutting through the air like an icy blade.
Driven by a cold resolve, I raised my sword without hesitation, severing the connection that had once tied us together. Eldrin's head was severed from his shoulders, tumbling to the ground, leaving a chilling trail of crimson in its wake.
In that gruesome moment, my thirst for justice found its release, yet the void left by the loss of my dear friends still gnawed at my soul.
As I gazed upon the severed head of Eldrin, his eyes still ablaze with fury, he mustered the strength to utter a single damning word, "Traitor."