Huff..!! Huff..!!

A figure was walking through the dark forest, it was as if he would collapse any moment yet his footsteps had an irresistible force in them…

Every step the figure takes end up dissolving the weeds and grass around his foot. He was wearing a piece of white linen clothes. But it was soaked red with his blood. Upon closure inspection it was his blood which was destroying anything around him as if they were deadly poisonous…

The figure walked his way taking steps after steps on the red soil of the forest and reach toward a big banyan tree. He lean his back on the tree and sat down….

Ah I guess this is the end for me huh… memories of his past were coming to his head as tears were rolling down on his chick……

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A little girl was sitting on the branch of the tree. “Hey Wrick, do you know why this forest is called blood crimson forest?”. A chubby looking boy was sitting beside her, he was looking at her awkwardly as he has no idea what she was talking about. “Geez you are such a child”, said the girl. I guess it’s normal for a lazy bumpkin like you to not know. There is a legend that this piece of land was not a forest in the ancient time. A warrior named Rhulthas had a great battle against an army of a million here. It was said that he was emerged victorious on that battle and the soil of this land was soaked crimson with the blood of his enemy. But Rhulthas was indifferent to his victory. He despised the fact that his power was the reason behind the death of millions people. After the battle he planted this banyan tree and sealed a portion of his power inside it. Which gave birth to this forest. Since then this tree is standing on the center of this forest. But he was never seen again as if he had vanished from this world. “Pretty cool, right?” the girl said with a smug face as she looked at the boy with sparkle eyes.

“I want to be strong like him”, the boy said with enthusiasm. Blah….like you can became strong. You still cry like a baby whenever you get hurt. “I will, I will”, the boy retorted. Hmm, the girl looked at the boy with amusement. “Nevertheless you need to grow up like me first”, the girl said. “But you are only two years older than me”, the boy said pouting. “Why don’t we spar a little then?” The girl said with a sadistic smile. Cough cough…it’s getting late shall we go home big sis??

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“Wrick where are you?? Hmm, there you are. I heard that you fought with that brat named Aryan. You know he was looking for a chance to beat you up. Why did you fight with him?? Your whole face is swollen.” “I did not want to pick a fight with him. But he was insulting you.” the boy said. “Why do care about something like that anyway? Let them say whatever they want”. ”But you are the only one I care about, the only person I love in this world. I won’t stand by if someone insult you. I won’t forgive them because you are the person I want to protect when I become strong.” The boy said with an angry voice. “Eh why is your face red?” “Shut up you idiot, you like to talk big despite being a weakling” the girl hit the boy in head. Ouch…  “Looks like I have to teach that brat a lesson.” The girl muttered with a red face.

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So you are leaving huh?

Yes I want to travel far and experience the world for myself…you can follow me when you are done with your age ritual when you turn 18.

I will miss you Arlyn…said Wrick looking as far as his eyes could reach from the branch of the tree…

He came back to his senses when a pair of tender lips touched his…”me too” he heard her saying….

That was the last time he saw her……

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Later he traveled the lands to look for her and found out that she was taken away by a group of people. He killed, search for answer. His fame was rising day by day because of his strength. Then one day he finally found the truth. The rulers of dragon blood continent the Windscar family performs some black magic in order to obtain greater power. They offer soul of pure beings to the demon clan. And that was the final consequence of his only friend, Arlyn. Although later he came to know that their ritual failed as she killed herself not to become food for the demon clan... But He didn’t think twice before turning the continent upside down…whether these people were involved or not he didn’t care. A place that stands by offering souls of innocent, a place that caused Arlyn’s death should be ceased to exist…..

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Huff..he he.. I think she never imagine I could come this far. I myself never did. Cough…cough.. Ah I wonder if I can beat that Rhulthas guy on a fight. I have beaten him when counting the numbers of people I have killed though huh….ah it seems a lot of desolate beasts has been attracted by the scent of my blood…those foolish things won’t even realize, how they lost their lives after coming near me…

I guess I will be meeting you soon Arlyn. No perhaps not….

“There can’t be a place for someone like me on the heaven right?”, the figure muttered as his breathings became more and more heavy. The tree he was leaning against was rotting. It was apparent to the naked eyes.

“I guess I will be known as the one who destroyed the dead crimson forest to the next generation huh“, the figure chuckled and became motionless as time goes by…

The tree behind him turned into nothingness as if it carried countless memories and regrets of the figures with it…….it has vanished but gave birth to the horrifying tales of a figure later known as Moon of the darkest night, Wrick…… a person who turned an entire continent into rotten corpse in a single night……