Name: Krux ???
Age: 16
Race: Human
Titles: The Ghost Of War
Blessing: None
Special Abilities:
Sea Of Clouds: Unlike any normal special ability, the user has acquired this through hard work. When activated, the user will be able to move in situations that are impossible to move, only for a brief moment. Example is moving in mid-air to dodge attacks.
No More To A Man That Protects: Unlike any normal special ability, the user has acquired this through hard work. The user’s attacks will ignore armor and defensive magic abilities.
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We chase certain dreams because we want them. The more that we chase it, the more that we realize just how useless our position is in the world, how insignificant is our figure against the tides of time.
Humans, simply marching with time, eventually reaching the end which is our death.
… Or so that was what somebody had taught me long ago. I stared at the ground while I peacefully sat at a rock, granted it was quite uncomfortable especially with the weird formation of the rock, but it’s the best one I could find to have a seat.
I used to be an orphan, an orphan without an identity, even without a name, I was simply left alone in a simple basket, floating dancing with the flowing waters of a river. Until somebody found me.
Well to be honest, it would have been better if somebody else found me instead. The man that found me, was someone who takes in orphans and trains them to become soldiers because of the shortage of warriors to defend the nearby kingdom.
Which is a kingdom that is on the brink of collapsing. I was one of those orphans, training with the sword, training to kill a human. And as we were 14 years old, we were sent out to the army to be registered as soldiers.
Soldiers that are simply going to die that is… The government and the army in its whole could care less about our existence, when we are sent out to war, we are going to die, we stay on the frontlines until the war is over.
And even then our job isn’t done since we don’t have authority against anybody in the kingdom.
And then the greatest event as of now in history came along. “The Great War Of The Three” Or what I would like to simply call the Great War. It’s a war that happened exactly 2 years ago. The cause of the war is discrimination.
The humans are generally a species that’s afraid of the unknown, they destroy and destroy if you pose a threat or a specific amount of power, they hate and loathe those who are different and unpleasant in their eyes, all while spreading a false philosophy of how you should live.
Truly the bottom of the world, a species filled with malice.
And because of it, war broke down between elves, beastmans and humans. And as you can guess the humans have lost, because the elves and beastmans decided to join hands together and destroy the species.
And within the tides of the Great War, the kingdom that we worked as soldiers for was destroyed, leaving me, the only survivor. I managed to escape the war and hide for a few months.
Until finally the war stopped, and here we are right now, traveling. That’s about the summary of my past and my story, really nothing to look at.
I sighed before staring at the campfire that I made a few while ago. “The past is the past… what should be in the past, should stay in the past.” I muttered without much thought, it’s a quote that somebody had taught me.
A quote that I am trying to live for. The usual innocent shine that my eyes had, years ago was gone, simply a shell of what used to be an innocent child that wanted to live a comfortable life.
“... And what I should be focusing on is the future…” I continued the quote while the sides of my lips curled upwards. My mind started to reminisce of the thought of said man that taught me that quote.
“That;s a nice quote.” A ruffle in the grass, and a voice in the seemingly vast dark forest called out. I softly turned my head to the voice, and what stood there was a person, a beastman to be specific. A human with wolf-like features, right above the raven-hair she had was a pair of wolf ears.
A fluffy tail, which at the tip was white. “Thanks, somebody taught me. It took you quite a long time to get out of your position there.” I remarked, yet my lips didn’t smile, I only stared at her emptily, she did so too.
“And what’s a human doing here in the woods of the beastmans?”
“Passing by.”
“A vague answer for someone that might just die. You should answer clearly, the Great War has ended 2 years ag-”
“You talk like you were a soldier for that war, no?” I cut her off at her sentence. This was the main problem of Misterus right now, our world’s problem, discrimination of races. Beastman and elves had fully lost all trust with humans.
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And because of that certain disagreements were made, and yet the war had ended, blood shed continued to occur.
And because of that people would always relate everything to the Great War about races.
“And you talk like one too.” She said her face frowning, her eyebrows furrowed, yet my unmoving face still kept the empty stare that I had on her. The beastman’s hands slowly hovered to the hilt of her sword.
“Good point, if I told you I was, would you believe me?” The horrors of the war are too much for one person to handle, it’s a miracle of an amazing feat that I have kept sane from all these years. My ears and my eyes vividly remember the terrifying outcomes of wars.
Soldiers were screaming, yet the harmony that they had was a roar of both courage and pride to fight for their own race. Metal clanging, the clash of blades from all around me, hearing them continuously.
The screams of pain that filled my brain as they rot in the dirt from where they have been slayed. The mangled bodies of those who cried out for help, and the hand that held my blade covered in unholy blood.
And all I could do was fight and charge once more into battle. It’s not like anybody was evil in the Great War. The people at fault are those who have started the war, not those who deliberately covered their hands with blood just to fight for their lives and families.
And yet I took them, a single person, a human without a reason to live, took away hundreds, no maybe thousands of people in that battlefield. 100,000 more soldiers were sent out, yet only less than 4,000 managed to survive.
I was one of those.
“No.” The beastman’s voice entered my ear, dispersing all my thoughts while I chuckled at her answer.
“Is that so? Well it’s not like I’m a soldier in that war anyways, 4,000 survived, most of them must have probably gone to suicide right now.” I said without much thought, telling a lie in the middle of my sentence.
“State your true purpose.” Her voice was cautious, I couldn’t blame her for it. This situation can be compared to somebody being in your house without permission. “Or else…”
“Then.” My hands slowly hovered towards the tent that was there, somehow. It’s a tent that I usually use, but right now, there’s somebody using it right now. “You… can get out for now, it’s one of your people.” I ordered while looking at the tent.
And in the next few moments, the tent’s entrance slowly started to open, a hand slowly coming out from the tent, and there revealed to be a child, a beastman child, filled with wounds and bruises, tattered clothes.
“This-!?”
“Before you jump into conclusions! This child was a slave at the nearest town. I took her in because she managed to escape, somehow. So I decided to take her to her home.” I stared at the widened eyes of the beastwoman, the wolf-like person immediately then started to approach the kid.
Beastmans are famous for being overprotective of their kin, they may not be blood related, but they treat others like family. Although they are abused by other humans who wish for their fur. Yes, they like the furs of the beastman.
Turning them into fancy clothes that nobles like a lot, and when I mean a lot, a noble even bought a scarf made of a beastman noble’s fur for 219 gold coins.
And usually they would take lost childs and turn them into slaves, watching them grow before harvesting their fur and then killing them off.
The raven-haired woman immediately enveloped the younger beastman in a hug while I gazed at them with an empty stare. I’m quite envious… a mother and father are figures in my life that I’ve never had.
In the first place I don’t even know who my biological parents are.
“What a nice reunion.”
“Did that person hurt you!?” The woman beastman asked while pointing at me. I immediately started to get irritated, is that something you’re supposed to say to someone that saved that kid you're holding right now!?
My eyebrows started to twitch for some reason. And all I could do was simply sigh.
“He didn’t! Big brother Krux would never hurt me!” The child’s face brightened up while she made a huge smile, taking a look at the beastwoman. “He even gave me a name, I’m Krus!” The child’s ecstatic voice made the older beastman relieved.
I could even see her sigh in relief, yet that relief was soon turned to anger when she turned around to look at me dead in the eyes with the intent to kill. I could literally see the words that she wants to say right now just from her eyes. ‘What the hell did you do with this child?’
And as you heard, Krux is my name, that little beastman there is Krus, I named her like that because she really liked my name for some reason, and wanted a similar name and begged me to give her a name, much to my reluctance though.
It’s better to have an actual beastman to give her a name rather than some retired soldier like me who just wants to see the world now.
“I see, then Krus. Let’s take you to the village, we’ll take care of you.” The raven-haired woman smiled. “And, I am Fyuma. Let’s take you to your new home… Krus.” She said with a gentle and soft tone of voice, different from the way she just talked to me a while ago.
“Will big brother Krux be there with us?” Krus asked, her voice reduced down to a sad and depressed tone, while my eyes averted to her sad face, almost tearing up right now.
“This is where we say goodbye, I’m a human, you’re a beastman, we’re two worlds apart you see.” Although a child wouldn’t understand that, a person has to say farewell soon anyways. After a few seconds of silence the child burst out crying
“Wahhhh!!!” Krus cried out while Fyuma, the older beastwoman was suddenly perplexed, her neck turned around while glaring at me daggers.
“Could you atleast be gentle with her!?”
I didn’t reply to Fyuma, only staring at the child, while I approached her slowly. “We have to say goodbye, you see.” My voice was somehow gentle, in a way I didn’t know my voice could do that, I was so used to my rough and toneless voice.
“Wahhhh! No, I want big brother Krux by my side-!!!!” Krus continued to cry out while I scratched my head.
“F-fine, we’ll take Krux to the village too. Okay?” Fyuma suggested which made the little beastman stop crying, and innocently turned her head around to look at Fyuma. Her face melted into one of immediate joy after hearing those words.
Although this was too odd for me, a beastman actually waking a human to a village, it’s too much of a stretch. “And then what? You know bringing a human is a violation of the rules in the beastman community. Doing that will get you behind bars.”
“Our chief doesn’t hate humans, and that’s why our village welcomes any humans. The citizens are against it, but it’s the chief. Plus, it’s not like I want to take you there, it’s for Krus.” Fyuma said out in a whisper.
“Is big sister Fyuma flirting with big brother Krux?” Krus asked innocently, tilting her head adorably while looking at the two whispering individuals.
I could totally see her cheeks go red in an instant.
“Yes, Krus she was flirting with me~!” I exclaimed out loud in a teasing tone before retreating behind Krus, grabbing her shoulders while Fyuma’s face erupted into a perplexed one.
“I was NOT!!”
“Then it’s papa Krux and mama Fyuma now!?”
“Okay, that’s an unusual development, please don’t say that ever again.”
“Me, with this guy!? No way!”