WHY ME
Chapter 7: The Father's Burden and the Secrets of the Great War
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Notice to Readers
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As he left the village center, a heavy weight pressed on him, gnawing at the edges of his mind. The memory of the village chief's warning stirred an uneasy thought-his father went into that same deep forest every day to hunt. A chill ran through him, and suddenly, his feet were moving on their own, breaking into a desperate sprint home.
Please... don't let him have gone already, he whispered, heart pounding in his chest.
The wind bit at his face as he pushed harder, the landscape blurring around him, legs burning with the effort. By the time he reached their small, familiar house, his breath came in ragged gasps. There was no time to catch it.
He darted into the yard, scanning every corner, then ran through the hallway, the kitchen, the storeroom-each empty room ratcheting up his dread. Finally, he stopped outside his parents' bedroom, hearing voices within. He could hear his mother's gentle, strained voice.
"Kaelen," Elysia's voice trembled. "Is there really no cure for your wounds?"
He froze, his hand hovering just inches from the door handle.
A warm, steady voice replied, carrying a weight that was both comforting and somber. "Don't worry, Elysia," his father, Kaelen, said with a slight chuckle. "It would take a lot more than these old scars to bring me down."
"But still..."
"Enough of that." Kaelen's tone softened. "I don't want our boy worrying. He's growing stronger every day. I don't want him distracted by these... old wounds."
Argus felt his chest tighten. His father was hiding things from him-wounds, secrets. Why hadn't i ever noticed?
Then he heard Kaelen move, the sound of his shirt rustling as he put it on, followed by the familiar clinch of his hunting gear. In a panic, the boy stepped back, waiting anxiously in the hall, his mind reeling with questions about the wounds and his father's past.
Soon, his parents emerged from their room, and Kaelen immediately caught sight of him, a playful glint in his eye.
"Oh, there you are!" he called out, his tone as lighthearted as ever. "Where have you been all day, hm? Give your mother a hand?"
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FantasyThe story of a man named Satsuriku Tenshi who was chosen to be sent in another world which was heavily influenced by the gods of light and darkness. A man who loses his hope and lives a hopeless life gets chosen for greater good. I'm currently worki...
