Dearest Anonymous, Let Me Be

Chapter 21: ARC 1 - The Lost Princess

From the moment he was born, Zevlin had already been chosen by the Holy Sword as its wielder. His originally blue hair became blonde, and his initially emerald eyes turned into golden ones.

When his parents, the King and Queen of the North, knew of his identity as the only wielder of the Holy Sword after having none for a century, they couldn't contain their delight. They wanted the boy to grow up stronger than ever. They wanted him to be deserving of the title of being the chosen one. With only the well being of their son in mind, they didn't hesitate to take him to the Tower of Magic to make him stronger as promised.

While he may have gotten stronger, it was because of the dreadful days he had spent there.

Zevlin endured the unbearable torture that he experienced while he was on that infernal nightmare. Counting his days, his childhood went by agonizingly slow while constantly praying to the heavens in his every waking moment for someone to rescue him out of that hell and so he could get revenge for all of the other children who were subjected to excruciating pain every day, even if he didn't know all of them. When he miraculously escaped one day, it was as if the gods above heard his prayers.

He met an angel.

"It's okay. You're safe now."

In that murky and cold cave, he let himself indulge in those warm hands and soft whispers of a girl whom he didn't even know before.

"There. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Her kindness was a radiant light that illuminated Zevlin's dark self. She healed him first even if she had her own wounds to bear.

"Persist and grow strong."

The angel's words of compassion tended to his broken heart and mended his soul, igniting his desire to live, and reminding him to keep on fighting for what is right.

"If fate permits, we will meet each other again in the future."

Before the angel left, he saw with his own two eyes, those dark orbs that resemble a pair of obsidian stones and he was immediately captivated.

For him, she was his saving grace.

She is the reason for all of his efforts.

After that fateful night, he only longed to meet her again but resisted himself so he can grow stronger for her. If the gods permit it, he wanted that in their next meeting, he will be powerful enough to be recognized by her.

When he met those dark eyes after a long time, he totally made a fool of himself and even gave a bad impression to the girl.

"She doesn't seem so special..."

Zevlin groaned as he concentrated his powers again towards the sword in his hands. The bright golden light that the sword emitted reached out to the walls of the murky cave, the same cave where he first met Fae, erasing the darkness and replacing it with its golden light.

He didn't want to say those words. Instead, what he wanted to say the most was how he was grateful for her existence.

But alas, the girl is now missing.

As mana surged towards his body once again, Zevlin winced in pain. The man has been training here for days already. Calling forth the Holy Sword needs a tremendous amount of mana and additionally, controlling the sword needs even more. The man needed to grow stronger, so he can see the girl again.

Oh, how he longed to see her, at least for once. But wishing her to see once would be a lie. If he ever sees that girl again, he would immediately grasp her whole, protect her with all his might, and claim her as his.