A white-haired boy about 15 years of age, laid down on a field of grass as his ruby colored eyes gazed at the sky, within those eyes - one could see a sense of loss. As if something fundamental was missing. Were it not for his chest rising and dropping, and not a single stain of blood on his brown cheap clothing; one would even assume he was a not too long deceased corpse.
Though his face wasn't too handsome, he was neither unpleasing to look at if you could ignore the tattered brown clothing. The clothing was similar to that of what slaves and peasants wore, yet that seemed to be the least of his worries as the "X" shaped scar on his forehead glinted with a scarlet color that was hard to ignore.
Over and over the events of the previous day played in his mind, a cold look would emerge in his eyes which couldn't be hidden. His hand subconsciously reached to the scar and a menacing hatred displayed in his eyes.
'They never treated me as an equal....They pitied me. I was never really a friend to them....She never had such feelings toward me'
'I was just someone they pitied to boost their own egos....'
A scene played off in his mind of a carriage approaching Greendale surrounding by heavily armored soldiers, a white-robed old man left the carriage followed by a young boy his age. The difference between Solomon and this young boy was as different as the earth and the sky. He had golden colored hair that reflected the sunlight and pretty blue eyes that twinkled like diamonds.
The old man came to check the aptitude of the children in hopes of boosting the power of the Kingdom Of Greenland and acquiring a few talented young children. The young man that arrived with him was heralded as the replacement for the old hero and was labeled as the young upcoming hero. Everywhere he went admiration would pour out towards him and everyone would be at his beck and call, even more infuriating was that he descended from a powerful noble family and became their pride and joy.
When the old man came to check aptitudes of the young children, all of his friends had outstanding aptitudes. Some would become Mages, others Knights and some even had unique abilities. The girl he had loved and who he had thought loved him was one such person, she had the rare ability to become a Light Mage. A healer with 90% affinity with Light Magic and was capable of being called the next "Faithful Queen" the existence second only to the hero himself.
In the previous history of the humanity, the Hero would almost always be paired together with the Faithful Queen as they defended humanity together until the rising of the next Hero and Faithful Queen - and so on.
The old man refused to give Solomon an aptitude test after seeing his "X" shaped scar and having heard the story of the locals. He deemed Solomon to be an "unfit existence" or a "possible demon slave" and as such he was ignored by the old man.
Even more gut wrenching was the fact that his "friends" had all told him to stay behind as the journey would be too dangerous for him, but the real reason was that the Hero hated seeing how close Solomon was to the Faithful Queen. Solomon offered to be a cook on the journey just to be able to be with his "friends" which was also denied. After a few intricate word plays, the idea of Solomon accompanying his friend were easily shot down and not a single one of them stood behind him.
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He would never forget when the young Hero stretched his hands down from the carriage to help the Faithful Queen up, the blush on her cute dimples destroyed his heart into a million pieces, his "friends" all gave him a few looks of pity before entering the carriage and leaving him behind.
Solomon even heard a few snickers in the crowd, some from the villagers and from the Knights. It was as if his soul had been sucked from his body, a reaction his "friends" had seen completely. The new Faithful Queen couldn't bare to look at him any longer and pulled the curtain on the carriage.
He even remembered the sneer on the young Hero's face as the carriage.
Solomon touched the scar on his forehead as the carriage swiftly left the town of Greendale followed by the soldiers. He watched and gazed until he could no longer see it.
'It was you, wasn't it?'
"Hehe....Eehahahaha"
He broke out into a laugh of pure and utter insanity which made the villagers shiver and back away.
The importance he had placed on his friends was something other people wouldn't understand. As his parents had unfortunately left him all alone, their roles in his heart had become very special. They taught him how to read and write, how to cook and take care of himself. The basics of a regular life was all taught him and as such his feelings toward them were one of love and respect.
He even had thoughts of love toward the Faithful Queen in particular, and she herself had seemed to also feel something for him.
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Solomon laid on the grassy fields, ever since they had left - his life had become worse. No one wanted anything to do with him and he was kicked out from Greendale town, later he had come to know that it was by the orders of the Hero that was subtly relayed to the town leader.
It was this day his heart froze, like an eternal blizzard that encased his body. He became unable to feel anything. His eyes, which were originally visually a bit dead and disturbing because of his continous nightmares, had a new sheen to it. It seemed calm, eeriely calm. His timid heart, had become a block of black ice that could not be disturbed nor interrupted.
His eyes were opened wide, his pupils forever dilated. It was not the look of a usual man, but one which seemed to belong to a warrior who had faced death one too many times, or a psycopath who had murdered too many people. His eyes which seemed not to recognize human life, would make anyone who saw it shiver and subconsciously avoid him.