Everyone says life is beautiful. Yeah, I've heard it a couple of times when I was a teenager. People who were born on very unfortunate days are great people-- Uh...pause. I was born on an unfortunate day. Not any kind anyway. One which remains the bloodiest battle yet. In all of Nazarath, the great and mighty king, Sultan attacked my hometown, something we least expected even for a second.
"Burn down everything you see. Leave nothing behind! All hail king Sultan!!!"
The stench of blood filled the air within an instant, smoke scoured the air like wild beasts, and the villagers crying helplessly as everyone one of them got merciless slaughtered. In the midst of the cries of agony, the cryy of a child was heard. The village went solemn at the sound of the helpless cry. All eyes and ears silently concentrated on every frequency that came from the hut at the village square. The mean commander turns around after dealing with a young milk seller, gritting his teeth hard with red anger. He groans and loudly announced to all his fellow comrades on the field. "That goddamn baby has been born!" . A soldier walks up to him and whispers a few words to him. He listens keenly, then hurries to announce again, " You deal with these lower-ups. I'll go take the baby myself. " The soldiers continue their torture, and the commander immediately takes to his heels, dashing through the bushes with less concent.
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"Miss Clariette, it's a baby boy! " The mid wife announced to the tired and weary woman on the floor mat. She gently holds the boy in her arms and tries to take him to his mother's arms. She looks over at him and tears filled her eyes, but the sorrow that held within was unbearable. Her muscles were too weak to move, but she couldn't let herself slip like this, could she? "He looks beautiful....", she suddenly said, with a crooked hoarse tone. She could slowly feel the life slip out her body, but she fought back the darkness trying to engulf her. 'I can not go now....I have to hold him...' , she thought to herself. "I...want to hold him...." . The nurse looked downat the woman with sympathy filled in her eyes. She gently brings the helpless baby close to her so she could at least feel his body on her. Whether she liked it or not, they all knew she couldn't carry him at this state. The candle flame suddenly flicked, and the windows flew open, welcoming a gust of wind into the room and blowing off the candle all the same. This made both of the women freeze in panic. The baby's cry erupted again as he wiggled aggressively in his loosely wrapped cloth. The room went silent and the atmosphere was filled with dense fear and death. The room was dimly lit by the light of the moon, but the sudden silence gave way for the cries of the agonized villagers to be heard. The nurse in particular trembled badly with the baby in her arms, adrenaline rushing through her veins, her body pouring out sweat, as she began harnessing thoughts of running away, but the power that surrounded them was everything but familiar.....except the one that was close by....The woman suddenly panicked, then a loud scream escaped from her mouth "SPARTAN...!!!" . The clashing of blades it later heard at that split of a second, but the suspended clinging of metals were heard. The mean commander stood right behind the nurse with his sword, ready to chop her head off, but at the same time, there stood a man at her side with a sword, blocking the attack. The commander retreats and steps back. The strange figure doesn't flinch and neither looks fazed by the situation. The nurse recovers from the freezing effect and hurriedly runs out of the hut, and neither the commander nor the strange man try to stop her. The commander snorts, then chuckles darkly, his chuckle echoing in every corner of the room, one which could send chills down any normal person's spine, one which could send children into panic. The figure doesn't react to any of this but just stares in total silence as he watched carefully while standing before the woman's body. The commander stops chuckling and looks straight at the strange figure in amusement. "Well, well. Isn't this just one of the days I've wished for? I guess fate just has it's way of doing things, don't you agree?" The strange figure doesn't react, but his grip loosens around his sword handle. Then suddenly, his cold piercing voice mingled in the air for once. " I simply do not care about what you think about this encounter, but whatever you have been fed is clearly not the real story." . The woman gasped in shock. 'What? I've never heard him speak this long for years. Who are they.....'. The commander grins widely from ear to ear at the figure's response. "My my, you seem rather angered by this. So, you think the fixed story being told all over Nazarath is a lie? Coming from you might just be true....( thoughtful)....Unfortunately, I was taught not to listen to enemies. No matter what. I will always believe King Sultan's side of the story. " . With that, he charges straight at the figure, trying to overpower him with a barrage of attacks, but the figure blocked every one of them effortlessly, then suddenly vanished and reappeared in a pitch black place with just water. In the midst of it was a little child crawled around himself helplessly. He inches closer and noticed the child was sobbing. He slowly stretches his hand forward and all the same, the commander starts clutching unto his chest groaning painfully. The figure turns to leave but the commander catches his long black cape, and then said in a crooked tone, blood oozing from his mouth and nose. " Hey.....trying to pull a fast one already? The game has barely started and you want to take a French leave? Crispy of you. " The figure doesn't respond to his words, but just stays there, unmoved. He lowers his head and says in an almost inaudible tone, " You are already wasted. Take a rest " . " No! Don't even think as far as killing me! I kill anything or anyone that tries me. " But without even a slight noticeable move, the commander's head drops to the ground, leaving just his body standing. The body was frozen in place and so was the woman, who doesn't seem to get a gold of what was going on. The woman whispered his name in a shaky voice from all her weakness and the shock, but he doesn't turn around. He just gently removes the commander's hand from his cape, then vanished into thin air. She was speechless and confused. The soft night breeze blew by but the gentleness rather sent chills down her spine. It was finally clear to her....the person she loved all this while. The person she knew...or She thought she knew. Or, was this a different person? But how come? She called his name....And He came...So this couldn't have been a stranger, could it? So who just killed a person without even moving? Was he a demon? Her train of thoughts came to a stop when something else crossed her mind. Her son. Where could they have gone to? Is he safe? Where is the midwife? What is going on? Tears slowly clouded her eyes, but the worry didn't get any better when she suddenly hears footsteps approach the hut