A frail looking young man, with sunken eyes of an enigmatic void of just darkness, and wavy locks of chocolate that seemed to defy gravity itself, was settled upon a wooden bench with a serene smile on his unnaturally pale face. His back was leaned and his hands were limp on each side, like a puppet whose strings had been severed
He had no name. No settlement. And no one close to him. He was like a ghost with no strength, breezing through life itself.
The eyes that were like gems which had lost all of its lustre, due to years of surviving under harsh hands, and his face which could have been considered handsome by the beholder, had lost all of its features leaving a faceless mannequin in its place. He didn't consider himself handsome no matter what anyone told him, maybe the dark thoughts about himself also had something to contribute to his worsening features?
The boy of just sixteen could hear the laughter and the chatters of the children playing in the public garden, and he could smell perfume that pervaded everything like a harsh breeze, there were some couples who weren't able to find a room for themselves.
A place where everyone was different and diverse, a place which allowed everyone to take rest and enjoy, but then why?
Why does he still feel like an anomaly in this place too? The boy with no name, remained silent, with such thoughts that seemed to make his heart ache with pain.
But like always, he simply took a breath. And then relaxed letting the tension in his shoulders ooze away like vapours.
"Just a few more days" His thoughts diverged to the matters of his health, once a foam of blood left in a violent cough, and he could still feel remnants of the metallic taste that was present on the tip of his tongue.
The boy was dying. It was simple in words but emotionally it was draining. Of course, he didn't have the money or connections to enquire with a doctor, yet he knew his body.
His energy was leaving him slowly and as days went by, he was becoming almost similar to a lump of flesh.
The boy scratched the back of his head with a chuckle, he wasn't someone to blame others for his bad life, no he wouldn't even blame the master of fate which was God himself.
He would simply drift away, into the next realm.
"Sir, can you h-h-help me? -hiccup-" The voice of a little kid, presumably a boy, broke him out of his thoughts.
He turned his eyes towards the crying child. And like he had guessed once, it was indeed a boy. Maybe five or six? He couldn't tell. Everything seemed blurry.
The boy gazed at the child for a slight second, before he smiled, the shroud of fog couldn't deter him from helping a lost child.
"Yes, how may I help you? Did you lose your parents?" The boy asked the child, and the innocent child bright with life nodded frantically.
"Yes yes– I was playing with my friends for a while, and then....When I turned around to see, if my parents are present or not, they were all gone, invisible!" The child sniffed with fear and the fog worsened yet, the boy with no name, could see still somewhat.
The child's words filled him with paranoia, maybe he was wrong in assuming, but it almost felt as the parents had abandoned the little boy.
Just like his parents, who didn't even grant him a name, abandoning him when he was just two and a half years old.
But still he held traces of hope, hoping for god to prove his assumption wrong. He had seen the sufferings on the street without a hand over your head. The boy didn't want the child to experience the same fate he was accustomed to.
"Hmm....They must be playing hide and seek, little boy. Say. Let's go and talk to a cop. Maybe he will guide you to your parents?" The boy proposed, and the child looked at him with tears yet the hope of expression on his foggy face, gave the boy a faint courage.
He needs to help this child, and if his assumption stood right, he wanted this child to at least end up in a good orphanage. Not like him. Not...like...him,
The boy got up with a smile prevalent but sweat trickled from the side of his brows, he could feel the force he was exerting upon himself to remain upright, and even then he remained slightly slouched.
"Let's go and find your parents"
The child grasped the right calloused hands of the boy with no name, even when his palm seemed rough– the warmth it provided to the little hands of the child remained like a healing touch.
They walked– as the child sniffed sometimes and the boy helping him coughed wiping the remains of blood with the back of his free hand. He didn't want the child to worry, for he never liked pity from anyone.
The fog worsened as the minutes ticked by, the boy with no name knew that death was getting closer and closer, yet his will to help the child seemingly kept it at bay.
"Only one deed. Please let me just commit one good deed before death. Let me leave just a slight imprint of my existence in the mind of only just one." The boy begged in his mind, as his feet seemed to be shackled by shackles made from iron and he could feel whips connecting against his back.
Yet he remained standing, though his back was slouched and his torso was completely bent forward almost as if he was carrying a boulder on his shoulders.
"You see that cop over there?"
"Y-y-yes I do sir"
"Good, go approach him and tell the thing about your parents to him."
"What about you, sir?"
"Little child, I am coming. Just remember I am behind you. Always. Now go and take the reigns"
The child nodded and leapt off to the cop whose eyes turned once he felt the tapping of the little child.
Yet, the boy with no name, the one who was just a dust in this realm– fell harshly forward landing against the ground.
-Thud-
The fog seemingly increased, as all the energy he had stored dissipated away. The boy felt nothing nor heard nothing and soon he couldn't view nothing.
No one would remember him, that was true, yet he didn't feel sadness not fear. He only felt relief for that one child who was helped by him would remember him always even in his dreams.
For the boy was a hero in the eyes of that child who had found a new home all due to his little kindness.
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"There was once a ferocious lion, a lion who was full of great might, and was given birth in the den of serpents. The serpents slithered around him, awed by the mighty, and of course their cunning nature forced them to be fearful at the unknown might displayed.
For they were not as powerful as the lion, of course.
Yet the lion considered them his own brethren, going against his own race, just for those he loved that were different from himself. Oh so different. The serpents took advantage of his love, tricking him into killing those they considered a danger to him, and he did so.
The lion was bound by the laws of familial love, he never found joy at the genocide, but he did this all because of his care.
Pretty soon he took the throne of the two factions with a smile on his face. The lion made peace between the different animal kingdom all around. Yet the ones who existed as his guide, turned him into a serpent, even then he didn't protest.
Making his nature of love into a weakness.
And soon the ones he considered his own, took the reigns with treachery, discarding him yet he didn't go away without leaving a sore wounds.
He wiped most of the serpents leaving only a bare few, before he succumbed to the poison injected... Bowing before none even during death.
Though even after his death the wound that he left didn't heal and it was further amplified by the promise of his return, causing the serpent to split apart into different factions.....
Do you really think this is the story of a lion?"
A chuckle echoed in the grand expanse of the ornament carrying void. All while a hooded being, remained on the gold floor, with a smile that couldn't be perceived. It could only be felt.
The hooded being then became motionless yet again. Only observing, like a statue placed ideally in an ancient shrine, meant to be worshipped and seen but not heard from, for the secrets it held were numerous and terrifying. After all every great statues contained grand records for the age old realm of eternity.
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In a dimension distant from realms of lower boundaries, with mixed hues of radiant colours and mountains as tall as stars and rivers that were still and serene with no pollution around, it was a place which was heavenly in sight, yet the men and women that remained here were all battle hardened soldiers or magi to be more precise.
In the center of this dimension– which was in itself a large collection of universes that were ever expanding, existed a large piece of land that seemed to be like three to four big continents merged together.
Surrounded by huge fortresses that acted as protective walls, and dorms that were like two houses combined together. This was not a kingdom, no, it was a settlement resembling a educational academy for the estranged young beings summoned to defend the fabric of reality from those who seek to destroy it like The Daemons or The Unholy Ones Of Sins.
And right in the center of this realm, was a tower whose material seemed to be only pure mana. No other metal or minerals were used in the making of this stage.
This was the academy. Starsect. The place where lost teens could find purpose in their lives, teens who had the greatest potential as judged by the Nexus.
(Nexus is the unconscious will of this dimension)
And in the top of the tower, the headmaster sat upon her stool looking down at the papers on her desk with a cool smile.
She looked to be in her thirties, with a lovely face full of vitality and an ebony body of a seducing model instead of a warrior who bordered on the stage of the grandmaster rank.
Even though her plump red lips were stretched into a smile full of composure, anyone could observant enough could see that it was simply a professional smile that hid the emotions underneath like a mask.
And for those who had the slightest doubt could stare at her eyes (-under her round specs) which were sapphire in nature and were completely dull with boredom.
The walls of her office were covered with medals, amulets and weapons. These were the memento of the great war, that made her remember the good old days, when she used to lead the regiment of the dark elves.
And now? She was stuck doing paperwork!
"What a downgrade, uh, I know you hate me fate but please. Fucking please. Give me something exciting to deal with"
The headmistress Sandra, whose elven ears twitched with anticipation, joined her hands together praying to the primordial deity who favoured the bold.
"MA'AM A NEW RECRUIT HAS CAME OUT OF THE NEXUS!"
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Author's note: Thanks for reading this work of fiction and I do understand if you didn't like it. I will only say this, please support me with criticism and collections, so that I can improve my writing more.
First time writing, hehe, so if any mistake is presented please be a little considerate 😚.
Anyways have a great day everyone, and I will see you next time, bye. Also rewrote some details about his appearance.