Ayase Kura
Dream: What is the meaning of a dream of one thing that could be possible?
Coughing up into the mist, awakening myself, as regain consciousness, my eye become blur vision to see through, and I try to remember what happened.
Wait, that right, I was fighting for my life, trying to survive, but my mind was telling me to stop, but my body didn't.
Then, my memory pop out.
Wait… Finnian, as I gasped, wondered about that boy, where is he, and why couldn't I feel him anymore.
I tried to look around, and as I got up slowly, my body felt heavy, and my head was in pain, I didn't understand what happened to me, but I knew something was different.
Finnian was lying on the ground, stock of blood everywhere could be found, but then-staring up closer, I saw a boy, who was covered over blood, and a tall man with a dagger, it was glowing in the midst of foggy.
But, furthermore, after staring too much, it was the same boy, and him that bastard 'Draco.'
As I stared at the boy, he looked like someone that I knew, but I couldn't remember his name, however, did he ever tell me a name before?
Is he lying on the ground?
No, he can't be dead. He is just injured. I will try to help him.
I try to get up, but the pain I felt was excruciating. It was unbearable.
But still, I will try to help him. I couldn't let him die from my face, it was too painful, to imagine that internment boy fallen into the depths of darkness.
But, wait a minute, how he's still moving, with so many brutal and injured, his leg was cut off,
Still trying to make up an impression, but all I have to do, Is try my best, and then he will be fine.
I will save the boy, or whatever you want to call yourself.
Moreover, as that boy stood up, under the cover of a spilt of redness blood, that man was staring at him, with his eyes in shock.
With charged speed, I saw him dashed toward Draco, with the white shining light, and a massive amount of energy was building up into his right hand, which was glowing.
He was preparing something, and the power was growing intense and enormous,
In a single swing, his blade smashed into mine, shattering it like glass, and nearly hitting the face, The night-glowing dagger was at his forehead, and my expression was shaken.
I was determined confusion, who could win this fight, this man had a lot of power, and the boy was standing there, with his right hand glowing and his chest was open with blood, and I started to feel sorry for him.
Suddenly, I saw him rise up again and kick Draco, causing him to fall back onto the ground. But then, eventually, Draco managed to pin him down to the ground.
The boy was struggling to break free, and his body was trembling as he tried to escape, but he couldn't.
It seemed like he was going to die.
But, I didn't want that to happen, so I ran towards screaming at the top of my lungs, "Please stop it, Draco. Please don't hurt him anymore."
But it was no use. Draco ignored me. Instead, he just stared at me with a cruel smile on his face.
With the floating dagger in the sky throwing, aim at the right lineage stomach, it was too late, I screamed.
Stabbing him, I couldn't look aback, knew he was dying, I could tell he was in pain, as I cried out for him to be saved.
With that dagger, the boy's breathing was starting to slow down, as the blood continued to spill from his wound.
But. As that boy raised his hands to the sky, I was shocked that he was still trying to fight, and with what little energy he had left.
I knew he was talking to his self, but what were those words? What did he say to himself?
His hand was glowing, and the mark was on his arm, I wondered if that's his mana power or something more than that.
What the hell is happening?
Then suddenly, blasted through the sky outline by the sun, and the world around us transformed into a realm of chaos, akin to a hurricane's heart. Draco, in the midst of this tumultuous whirlwind, was but a shadow, a figure lost amidst the tempest. He could neither find footing nor escape his inevitable descent into oblivion.
A bolt of white radiance, an avenging angel of retribution. His glare, as blinding as the morning sun, seared through the darkness of his malevolence. The intensity of his arrival sent shockwaves through the very fabric of the world, and his scream, wrought with agony and terror, echoed for miles of forest, I could heard the monster and creature in this forest close by the mountain, was yelled and stepping away, and the animals were running off, in fear of the boy, the entire area was bathed in the resplendent glow of his power, casting a faint, otherworldly outline of the battleground where the forces of darkness clashed with the luminance of justice.
The moment those words, "This could very well be your reckoning, Draco," resounded through the tempestuous chaos, a primal instinct surged within me. Without a moment's hesitation, I knew that they heralded my impending doom.
In an instant, I sprang to my feet, my heart pounding with the urgency of survival. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to flee, to escape the wrath that had been unleashed upon me. I ran with all the swiftness my trembling legs could muster, desperate to put as much distance as possible between myself and the harbinger of my downfall.
The world around me was a whirlwind of chaos, a maelstrom of wind and lightning. My every step was a struggle against the relentless gales that sought to engulf me. But I ran, driven by a primal fear that gripped my very soul, a fear that told me I had but one chance at escape.
His clenched fist, a harbinger of justice, was poised to deliver its verdict upon his malevolent countenance.
With a force that defied comprehension, he unleashed his blow, and the impact reverberated throughout the forest.
Causing a huge immense impact fleeing by, I fell down, and a cascade of golden wind, resplendent as they were devastating, swept through the woods, a testament to the cataclysmic clash between good and evil.
Try to cover my head, protecting myself from the aftermath of the fight, it was a call to all who dwelled in the forest, a clarion declaration that something of monumental import had transpired.
In the mist, I could see a bright light, and then I heard a scream of those arrogant voices "Draco" and blood spilling over,
I never knew this boys could ever have such Mana, will-power, and strength to the point of exceeding
My mind couldn't even bear to think of this, somehow, no possible way, this boy has so much mana as of? How can a boy who was at an early age have such a massive amount of energy that would be like lighting a stick of dynamite off? Was it possible that he was some sort of superhuman or a demon in his human guise?
Could this boy be a messenger of God,
I knew I was much older than him, but yet, deep down inside me, I didn't want to see this boy dead, I knew that he was different from others.
But, Why did he risk his own life for the sake of everyone, I realized something that was very new.
All these moments ago, All of the many memories are together, every single one is true, and I could tell, this boy, maybe he something great as incredible as not even god himself.
This Boy that was fighting over the battle, wasn't a coincidence, no, not, at least, I think, this is what I tried to think up so many thoughts in a row,
Everything I could even imagine at that moment in time was that he went through this fight, blood, flesh, pain, death, and loss to not be forgotten but was able to rise above it.
This boy is the embodiment of fearless determination and strength. His mere presence inspires courage in others. His every action is a testament to his courage and nobility, a shining example of the greatest qualities a person can possess: a willingness to do what is right, regardless of personal cost or consequence.