Daily Challenge

July 5th, 2024 - The Fight to Lose - Bitter End

I couldn't describe how it looks. My disgust would always cloud my mind regarding the being, the monster, my one and only archenemy. My hatred toward that thing was so deep because I couldn't find the evidence of me losing at every battle against it, yet I'd never won.
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I opened my duffel bag, not so gentle but I couldn't care more. Stuffed all my belongings in that black thing was the only priority, no neat no anything. I wasn't going to use any of them anymore, so be it.

In the midst of pushing more things inside, my mind went back to few nights before. My mortal body still remembered how the vibration of time merging was slashing my soul away. It's shivering badly, that I dropped the framed picture from my hand.

Falling, like a withered autumn leaf. Not only the framed picture, but also real people. The heart in my chest was beating so hard then rested for a little too long. I was afraid that it would stopped and popped out of it place, shattered like the glass of the frame on the floor.

Why don't that hideous thing was the one who withered and fell down. Better, if it just rotted and burned to dust. I felt a bitter taste on my tongue as I lifted the scattered pieces.

I was still wondering how that hideous thing could cracked my barrier as it was merging the time and getting away. It was impossible for me to run after the monster without messing up life lines. It is always lucky to be a villain. I gathered the mess I made and threw them into the nearest dust bin.

With picture in my hand, I closed the bag's zippers and putted it on my shoulder. The strap was cutting into my flesh, sending pain to my head. I groaned and started walking out of the room. I'll be fine in no time. I'll be leaving this pit in no time. Stay strong.
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In the living room, Master Garren in his mortal body welcomed me with his smile. "You do good, Child." He putted his hand on my shoulder. His gesture made me sick all of a sudden.

"Thank you, Master." I gave him a bow. "However, we are on the same height. So please don't called me that." I gave him a pained look. I had a grunge toward this deity for those many souls that left to the next place in this mission.

His eyes got bigger. "Yes, Master Lisha. I'm really sorry." His hunched position freed me from my anger, yet the sourness remained.

He saw the heavy weight on my shoulder. With brows raised high he said, "I rather to not bring some of those things for it's not yours." He brushed his hand on the bag and retrieved a tattered guitar without touching it. "The connections were too many and severing them will bring chaos."

I threw a questioning look at him. I wanted that guitar. After a long while wanting to have a guitar, I really wanted it. Or it was my mortal body who cravings for it.

"It's broken already. You can not play this instrument for sure." The guitar was flying mid air above his palm. "And better you keep it in this realm as you don't know the weight it bear." With a swift move, the guitar was gone.

"Then, I should thank you, Master Garren. You are wise as always." I bowed courtly at him and got a meaningful smile as an answer.

As I stood straight, I see my companion coming closer with an identical duffle bag on his shoulder. He walked towards us with a lazy motion in a brand new suit. He didn't looked like a heavily wounded man at all.

"Thanks for your concern. I'm okay, but I don't pretty like that word of companion you gave me. I'm more than that." He lowered his head to match my height.

I took a step back, half startled and half annoyed. I always forgot that he could read my mind. "Yes, Master Satre. I'm sorry for my misbehave."

"Are you both ready?" Master Garren cut in and showed us the glimmering gate.