Justice doesn’t exist
It is a mere concept. A made-up thing. Someone killed someone, a person close to you. You go on a quest to kill this murderer. What if the murderer’s loved one was killed by this close person of yours? What if the murderer was seeking justice? Then if you killed the murderer, would your justice not be injustice to the man?
Therefore, Justice does not exist. It’s merely a concept and always dependent on perspective.
This was why I never wanted revenge. Not because I was a fucking saint; I tried to understand from the perspective of the other people and why they did things. Obviously, I couldn’t do that for the most important things. But despite all that… despite everything I tried to never seek revenge. It only brought more pain.
Yet… right now I was out here, out in the moonlight, waiting. All students had gone back to their homes or dorms. I didn’t have a home anymore.
The teachers, the seniors, the guards, everyone warned me. Under the orders of the headmaster, they couldn’t help me. And honestly, I didn’t want to endanger anyone else either. This was my choice.
I chose this.
I guess I was going to lose this place too. No, I was going to lose myself in this revenge. High chance of me dying. High chance of me being critically wounded and maimed for life.
But…
Why?
Why couldn’t I stop myself? Why did I still want this? Is this grief or rage?
My escort knight wasn’t here. I had no idea where he even was. I wanted to give Rexy to Shia for safekeeping but Rexy didn’t leave me. She was here with me. “I really don’t want you to die too kid,” I said.
She slept on my head without a care in the world. Maybe I should just go back….
Rustle… the trees swayed. A sudden change in the air pressure. Yeah, something or someone was here. And my body instinctively knew it was dangerous.
There was a good reason I was sitting out in the open. And the reason was simple, oxygen.
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I’d surrounded myself with dense oxygen and kept hydrogen close, and was ready with some fish scales and CO2. I was breathing fairly normal stuff though and in the moment of truth, I was prepared to stop my breathing.
“This isn’t the place for little kids, child. Go home,” it said.
The voice came from above but there was nothing on the trees. I couldn’t tell if it was a guy or a girl. I couldn’t tell exactly where the voice came from and I couldn’t tell much of anything. The presence was oddly ghost like.
It knows me.
“I suppose,” I said. “Why did you kill the cat?”
Silence.
“Why are you going around killing people?”
Silence.
“And any last words before I melt you to death?” I stood up, glaring at one particular branch. It could hide its body but it couldn’t do anything about its weight. “Die.”
A straight line of fire sped forth and just when it reached the branch, hydrogen and oxygen rushed close, igniting the whole tree. I was blown away both by the shockwave and a gust of wind I’d conjured up.
Crackle! The tree burned in bright flames.
Already dry? Even after using some fish scales my mana was gone and I was feeling faint. I chomped on one fish scale and almost threw up but, but at least I wasn’t going to pass out now.
“Impressive, but you’re far too naïve,” the voice came from behind.
I ignited another fire- but-
“Argh,” a cut, a cut appeared on my arm. Just a minor one; no, three… claws. I barely bleed. Very… very fine cuts.
Yeah, I guess this was a bad idea after all. “I know,” I said, coming back to my original plan. Oxygen and hydrogen swirled around me as did every single darn molecule of CO2 in the vicinity. It wasn’t nearly enough but beggars couldn’t be choosers as I bit into some more scales and desperately fought the urge to throw up.
“The cat was in the way,” it said. “I have contracts to kill. I’m not dying tonight, so I don’t have last words. You have your answers. Leave.”
“Why? Afraid of killing me?” I kept a sharp eye around, constantly checking for signs on the grass on the-
“On second thought, I should just dispose of you,” the murderous gaze…I’d felt it before. The body came just before my face. Big. Way bigger than I thought. Almost as big as… Alustur.
Gritting my teeth, I ignited the fire. Oxygen, hydrogen for the bomb like fireworks and a thin layer of CO2 for me…. it didn’t work-
Boom!
I was sent flying by the sonic boom alone, the heat came a second later and burned my front side.
I’d kept an elixir just for this… and I drank it. But- but the man still stood. He still stood there, barely singed.
Fucking monster.
“Why?” I said.
“I told you, contracts,” he said. He wore a claw like thing on his hand… I suppose that’s how he was killing?
“I trusted you.”
“I know.” He produced a sword. It was always there, he just hadn’t used it till now. “And that’s why I gave you a chance to leave.” He paused. He just stood there for a couple of seconds, as though considering…. “Leave Sol. I do not wish to kill you.” He pointed that blade at me.
“I never wanted to kill you either. But- but I can’t go back-” Argh- blood came up to my throat.
Darkness… everything went black as a sharp pain radiated from my chest upwards. My warm chest slowly went cold and the world slowed. The sounds, muffled.
I’m… dying?
Again?