For You, Whom I Saw

The End

"Mom, look!"

"Don't run, this is a museum."

"Wow... The frame is huge! I wonder who this is... Cale... Cale Henituse? I'm sure I've heard about him somewhere but I forgot."

"You don't know who that person is? Do you even learn history?"

"You mean... That story of a man becoming the hero of the world? Is that supposed to be a history? That sounds like a legend or a fairytale to me though..."

"All of them are true! Trust your boyfriend for once!"

"Do you know about the female ghost walking in here every night?"

"What? Those kind of things still exist?"

"She had white long hair and two horns on her head. Apparently she is transparent!"

"Ain't that just rumors?"

"No! I saw them myself! She was f-floating."

"Yikes."

A few centuries had passed since the story of the legend was first told. Tall buildings with glass walls, carriages without horses (moreover, they were flying), holographic phone, teleportation stations and many more had been made. The world had developed so much that if someone from the old era came to see the current world, they would be shocked. Historical sites and old castles were already gone. Even though that was the case, there was only one building left untouched for years. It was maintained even.

Many people roamed around the big hall. Whether they were elderly, couples, friends or even kids were enamored by how big and beautiful the museum was. It charmed every person entering it. That museum was only dedicated to only one person. That place only tells the story of one person and those who entered his life.

Cale Henituse.

A son, a brother, a friend, a commander, a foster father, a sworn brother of a king, a leader and a hero.

In the middle of noisy crowd, two people stood side by side staring at the large painting framed with pure gold and the highest quality gems adorned to it. They stood there for who knows how long. The man who had his long black hair tied, let out a sighed after silently did nothing but stared at the painting.

"Haah... I really did a good job on making this place a museum. It was worth making museum out of my castle."

"You did, Raon-nim. Cale-nim especially looks dazzling here." , the other person who had the same black hair as the man who he called Raon replied.

"Right? I'm proud of myself."

Suddenly, the man chuckled to himself.

"Fufu... It's like it was just yesterday when you still said 'I'm great and mighty.'"

"H-hey! I was just 4 that time!"

"But you still used that sentence even after you turned 8."

"Ugh-!", feeling embarrassed of his dark past, Raon covered his face with his hands.

"B-by the way, Choi Han.", with the color red still intact on his face, Raon changed the subject to talk about anything but his embarrassing past.

"Yes?", The man named Choi Han replied without moving his line of sight from the painting.

"How old are you again?"

"At least, I'm older than 1000. I've lost count after all those years, Raon-nim."

Though he said he was an eon year old, his looks were still that of an 18 year old. Raon smiled solemnly after getting his embarrassment away from his mind. All he thought was how fortunate it was to have someone stayed by his side after for so long and he was extremely grateful toward the person who did it.

He was extremely happy when that person still lived. He promised himself that he would make the world to never forget him and Choi Han was there to help him achieved all that. Recalling what he had done with his lifelong partner, Raon tapped on Choi Han's shoulder.

'Oh how peaceful this world is...'

But they wouldn't be able to stay in that world soon enough.

"And that means?"

"It won't be long."

"That's right. You're aware after all."

"And... we came all the way here to see him for the last time just like what we agreed on, Your highness the Grand Duke Raon Miru-nim."

Raon smiled then slowly walked toward the exit of the building Choi Han too followed suit.

"Right. Better get out of here and make our tombs then."

"I'd like mine to be beside Cale-nim's"

"Can't. That spot's mine."

Raon then stopped in his track as if he was reminded of something. He brushed his hair back with his hand.

"Eh... No way. I forgot! Human's grave was beside the royal family's!"

"It seems like age has gotten into you huh."

"Like you're one to talk!"

They walked together outside with a smile on their faces. It was such a peaceful conversation for people to think it to be a conversation about ones' death. Though 1000 years had passed by, their loyalty toward a certain mortal was still the same as ever.

Cale Henituse.

A living legend (That's what a certain madman called him)

For many years to come...

His name would not be forgotten so easily.