Side Story III: (A Collection of the Past)
- The Eulogy of a Jester
"Tell me... When you sought my help, did you ever think about my feelings?" It was a soft voice, of a young fool chained to a dungeon wall. "..." There was no response for the boy, the sound of his dripping blood, the only answer he needed. "You brought me... To slay a foe... and I did..." His breaths were heavy as his blood began to arouse the beast he thought he had defeated.
"Was it entertaining at least...?" Standing in front of him was someone who was neither man nor monster. He couldn't understand the being in front of him, they looked at him with such wonder. Yet they didn't help him, no. They wished to see what this would become, would this become a tragedy? Or a comedy?
"..." A coughing fit erupted out of the boy's mouth as his blood sprayed on the ground. "I'll... Never bend to your will..." His eyes began to droop, his white hair dyed in red. "A God... doesn't have the right... to decide my comedy..." It was the last words of the dying hero. He had just defeated the Minotaur, he had taken it out and planned to return to the princess.
His tale was supposed to be a comedy, rather than a tragedy, maybe that was why everyone knew it as such. The princess knowing the sacrifice he had gone through, wished to follow in his legacy, and build a future where they could laugh along with the Young Hero... Rather than at him.
"I see..." Finally, the God spoke, he had seen what had happened, he wasn't completely down from Tenkai, he had used some arcanum to transfer his consciousness to look at the Hero that had enamored the hearts of the God's. "I want... to see where you go..." This god was Ouranos, the oldest of the God's.
The first one to make contact, and the one to begin the calamity known as the age of Gods.
- The Eulogy of a Son
"Mom... Why is dad never around?" Once there was a teenager, only 13 years of age running around his small home. His mother was always tired and weak, however, she managed to raise him to be healthy and strong.
Every time the Son would ask the question about his father, the answer was the same. "Your father, was a hero, one who saved us both. A man who did what was right, even when he didn't need to." It was the same short answer, and it never satisfied the Son.
"Then... If I become a Hero... Will I get to see Dad?" He had asked that same question every time, however, finally, the answer was different. "If you become an adventurer... You will definitely see your father.
He didn't understand what the mother said, nor why.
However, when he left the following year to become a Hero, his Mother died from her illness, leaving the boy to catch up to both the Mother and Father in the next life.
When the Son had finally become a Hero he understood, his father had been just like him. Here he was, surrounded all alone. He had stayed behind in order to allow a village to escape from the onslaught of monsters, Minotaurs.
A lone Minotaur stepped forward and met his gaze. The son's breath halted, it was as if the world stopped moving. The minotaur roared and the other monsters backed away. Call it fate, call it coincidence. However, it seemed that a second Battle would finally occur.
'So this... Is why he was a Hero...' A smile rose to the Son's mouth as his crimson blood stained the plains. He had lost the second battle. The Minotaur soon after ending his life, hoping to meet him once more in the future.
- The Eulogy of ______
"You never do anything right!"
A slap was heard, followed by the closing of a door.
"..."
The man with rubellite eyes felt his gaze downcast as the rain pelted his flesh.
His feet soon began to move and as the sun and the moon rose and fell.
As did his heart rate.
Each day he grew closer to apathy, to losing his sense of self.
"Idiot." He was thrown away by the guild.
"Dumbass." He was used for his money.
"AHAHA He thought he was cool!" He was played with by women.
"I don't want to do this anymore..." His heartbeat slower and slower...
"I just want to live... alone..." And so, he created a barrier.
He was locked up all alone in the dungeon full of monsters. He fought every day and every night to stay alive. '
At least... They don't betray me... They always come back, and they always want to clearly kill me.'
It was the only thing that kept him sane.
The constant attack from the monsters.
If they kept coming over and over again, he would never run out of excitement, he would never lose the thrill of living while avoiding the trauma of being thrown away.
Suddenly, when Humans killed the monsters for him, it changed.
They kicked him out of his home, took all of his gear, and started to abuse him.
"He makes a good punching bag!" Said one, "Let's see how long he can last!" Said another, as he stabbed him in the leg.
"Ahaha!" They all laughed without a care in the world.
Finally, as if to answer his prayers.
The one thing that never betrayed him, was the attacks of those monsters.
In came for the very first time, a monster of half-man half-cow.
The Minotaur known for its strength and stamina crushed the humans and looked down at the man.
Its eyes seemed to see that there was no battle to be fought here.
The third match was a draw, the Minotaur wanted a fight, not a slaughter.
And so they both moved on to the next life, then the next, and so on so forth.
Until finally, as the Roar of a monster rang deep within the crevice of the 17th floor, the fated battle, would begin anew.
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Fanfiction"What is a soul?" The man rubbed the base of his beard as he hummed thinking of an answer, "A soul is..." The small child looked up at him with rubellite eyes that held a glimmer of hope. "A soul is who you are." The man smiled at the small boy and...
