- shadows of defeat-
On a cold winter night, in a remote landscape far to the north, the bititng wind raged and howled like a deranged beast throughout the mountain peaks, barren plains and the desolate forest. Whispering as it swept past the dead land, telling tales of bloody murder. The nightmarish desolate forest had breath takingly large trees, towering high above the ground, making one feel horribly inferior, but unfortuantley its magnificens was stolen by its sinister disposition. As throughout the whole forest not a single leaf could be seen on a tree all year round. Truly erie, as those big and crooked branches look like the claws of phantom eagles swaying with the wind, swooping down to snatch one from this earth. But Surprisingly, through the faint moonlight, a couple of shadows can be seen in the midst of this forsaken forest, engaged in à most thrilling dance of death.
As kirlin kneeled on the damp and moist grass, breathing heavily whilst clutching the deep wound inflicted on his chest, the pain and loss of blood was making him feel anxious and fearfull of the approaching moment, as deep regret and an untold rage flickered across his young face. these same emotions he believed he managed to supress long ago buried somewhere deep down in à black Box, shrouded by the shadows in his heart. Resurfaced with an uncontrollable momentum, promising to unleash a panic filled misery. On the brink of losing control of himself, he held on because Kirlin was fully aware that those hungry wolf like eyes infront of him, had no intention of letting him live past tonight
Four men clad in black and crimson leather armour equiped with longswords, surrounded and slowly approached kirlin, draging their long bloodied swords on the ground seemingly enjoying the look of despair on the young boy's face in front of them while trying his hardest to control his fear. For these bloodfiends, this moment and the look on the victim's face before his death, was the defining rush behind their deeds. The release of their bloodlust filled them all with ecstacy. But regardless of their joy, à hint of caution and hesitation showed on their expressions. Their lives and wellbeing depended on the sucessfull completion of this mission!
"Men! Don't lower your guards, especialy you Lamia!" Shouted the leader of the group, while locking his gaze on kirlin's face. Surprised over the raw skill and agility of this kid, it was hard to believe that this seemingly harmless and handsome youth was able to kill four of his underlings before they could corner him. " never underestimate the enemy no matter how serious his injuries, even though he killed your brother; dont lose your head" advised the leader. " i know boss, don't worry! But This kid is strange as fuck how can he still be standing after losing so much blood" replied Lamia, gritting his teeth " i wont fall, trust me not here at least! But IF i dont skin him alive and let him die à painful death, to avenge my brother how can i call myself a bloodfi..." yet right before he completed his sentence, à silver light flashed right in front of his face! Shocked to his core, he desperatly tried to dodge his head to the side urgently, sweat visible on his forehead. As he managed to evade the dagger sucessfully he heard his companions shout " Lamia!!! Watch out!" His pupils shrunk as he suddenly felt an immense pressure like an invisble hand choking him. His chest became incredibly heavy, and blood started to bubble up his throat with every breath he took, it felt as if he were exhausting every bit of energy in his body.
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After sucessfully using his thrown out dagger to distract the enemy, kiriln rushed up to his blind side with frightning speed, unleashing his last bit of strength. Thrusting his short blade from àn unblockable angle, sliding the blade deep into Lamia's ribs puncturing his lungs in the process. Kirlin forcefully twisted his blade making sure the wound was irreperable, before turning around to block the incoming attacks. his movement technique as light and rapid as the winter breeze Itself, elegantly mysterious to watch. Shifting and leaning his bodyweight forwards,He managed to parry two attacks before rotating on his left foot evading to the side, the vibrations of those Vicious and powerful blows hurt his wrist, numbing his fingers.
Then he sensed the rushing wind behind him but was unable to react to it, suddenly he felt À cold excruciating pain emanating from his lower belly, not knowing when he got injured he looked down, horrified to see the leader's midnight black colored sword piercing through him from back to front. Unbelieving, kirlin stared down at the sword dripping fresh blood on the dry withered grass, reluctantly accepting his fate. But at this moment à delightful clarity never felt before ascended young kirin.
He finally understood, albeit too late, nonetheless the wisdom and dying words of his father became as clear as à still emerald lake reflecting the essence of its true meaning. Stirring his soul And shaking him up endlessly as his tears finally refused to obey his will, rushing down to embrace his battered cheeks, like the warmth and loving care from à mother he never known. He muttered in à soft voice, almost whispering to himself
" I'm sorry! I'm not worthy of being your son"