The Unorthodox Being

Stubborn Bastard

Back at the Explosion site.

" BASTARDLY, MOTHERF##KER, BITCH!!!!." Graz cursed as he picked himself off the ground, his body was tattered and covered in a variety of wounds, any of which could kill a normal man.

Although he survived, the price he paid was an expensive shield fortified with enchantments. It was completely useless now and it only added to his fury.

Graz, slowly stumbling away from the field, seemed to glow red. Not only was his company(1^) decimated, and he severely injured, but the fact that it was all caused by a youth whose balls had yet to drop embarrassed him. Although wounds like his cost a pretty penny to heal, he was sure he wouldn't die, as he was quite the stubborn bastard his life was tenacious.

if one were to also consider all his previous scrapes with near-death situations, you would notice he always managed to scrape by and gain a new lease on life.

Graz, looking in the direction Avlon ran, swore to collect this debt of blood like every debt he has been owed. Choosing to ignore the surviving few men, he returned to one of their campsites.

At the camp, his subordinates looked at him, bewildered, as he cursed miserably to his cabin. Torn clothing and the smell of burnt flesh wafted through the air. Despite the best efforts of his Alchemists and every cheap potion and ointment they had, he was still covered in large gashes and cuts, and small parts of his skin were charred black and hanging off.

The camp of the Clarvo Bandits was located deep in the Juin Forest but a couple of forward bases were positioned closer to the edge of the forest. This was done to throw off the Royal Varaxian Army.

Entering his cabin, Graz guzzled some more elixirs to quicken the healing process of his remaining injuries. Before going to rest, however, Graz put out an order that was sure to make Avlon's life a living hell.

" Search the forest for the boy I fought against and when you do bring him to me dead or alive."

Another part of the Juin Forest

Avlon ate some of the rations he gathered after running away from the explosion sight. Nehost was going to sleep(2^) and he decided to do so as well. The darkening sky was like a canvas, awash with muddling colors and stars.

Lying on the forest floor, a myriad of thoughts flooded his mind, like how to escape the forest or how his family was doing. It was then that he recalled a memory.

Flashback

6 years ago, the Month of Aust

It was 9:00 noct at night, and Avlon and his father were sitting under Talvin's canopy, the tree was mighty and had provided him and his father many times of rest from the heat of Iluio. They braced themselves comfortably against Axis's side, with their eyes looking to the starry night sky.

It was quite a tranquil moment, and Avlon felt a powerful sense of calm wash over him. As his mind began drifting he expressed some shock.

Perhaps noticing his slight look of surprise, his father spoke saying, " Isn't Clemi's(3^) ambiance wonderful.? "

" Does your mind feel adrift.? " " Does a feeling of hopelessness well up inside, as you try and fail to cling to organized thought? " " This is, true, peace of mind."

" When from your memory, conjures of persons, you believe, one shouldn't have much reason to think about, suddenly pop up."

" This is the work of Clemi's presence."

" Why does this happen, father? "Avlon asked, puzzled.

" Well, according to my family, it means Clemi is showing you the people important to you in this moment of clarity."