Raph remained fixed on the spot for a short moment, but with a sigh, he turned around to walk away.
"Heroes shouldn't be chosen by gods. They should be chosen by the people, and their contributions to society must show their dedication to the cause.
Good Luck with your 'hero', Mr. Crown".
The sun's light began to grow in intensity, hinting at the time well spent, as Students continued with their lectures.
That sunlight caressed Raph with its gentle hue, and a small breeze blew past him, causing his hair to cascade in the wind as he walked.
With his two moon pearls of an eye, his porcelain-like skin, and his cascading white hair, his handsomeness remained forever palpable, but within that delicate beauty was a cry for power, a cry to conquer, and a cry to plunder.
