Our Tears Makes Us Stronger

OTMUS 5 - I won't hurt you

~ CHAPTER 5: I won't hurt you ~

Crapballs! Farron thought, running swiftly through the trees. Who am I going to get to put the fire out?

He desperately looked around the thick forest for any kind of clearing to the city. He panted with every step he took, with every step touched the ground for a split second. He gulped. The fire was his entire fault. Sweat flew off his face and dropped to the ground like rain. Suddenly stopping, he jumped up with a bolt of lightning shooting out from beneath his shoes. He flew up, quickly eyeing around for Godow City. Seeing nothing in his field of vision he dropped down again, using his coat as a parachute. He gently landed and put it back on. He slouched forward and sighed. His greatest worry – second to the fire – became his worry: he was lost.

He shook his head. “Nonononononono!!!! I won’t give up now!”

But his determination was overpowered by his fatigue. He panted, gasping for more breath. He leaned against the trunk of a tree and slid down. He couldn’t give up now, not yet. He bent his head down, resting his arm on his bent knee. He was too tired to go on. He heard nothing but the sound of his out-of-breath mouth and the regrets of showing of his shocking moves. His ears twitched as he barely heard something to his left: the sound of rhythmic rustling grass. Rustling grass… means footsteps! There wasn’t any wildlife that walked in the Donut Forest. He stood up and barely staggered towards the footsteps. Closer and closer he got, until he saw the back of a tall man.

“Hey!” he called “Wait up!”

The man turned around, looking at the pathetic sight bending down leaning on his knees before him. His slightly closed eyes narrowed in frustration. Farron looked up, seeing a lanky blonde haired man wearing a light blue robe. From his expression, Farron thought that he was pretty mad. Either way, he looked like he could use magic.

“What is it?” the man snarled.

“Can you… use water magic?”

The man glared. “Er… can you?”

“Why do you ask?” his angry gaze never ceased to leave eye contact with Farron.

Farron gulped, scratching his head “Er… funny story… ahahahah…..” The man raised an eyebrow.

“I er…. set the forest on fire….”

The man looked surprised. “What? I set fire to the forest. A damn tree flew at me so I burnt it till the nearby trees caught on fire. Tch.”

Farron dropped his jaw. “So it was… you… my kick didn’t set the tree on fire…”

“Kick?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow and crossed his arms, clenching it tightly.

Farron felt a shiver go down his spine. “Oh, erm…. I er….. maybe…”

The man glared more intensely, eyeing him down like an angry mother scolding her child. “…accidently… kicked that tree………..… at you…” His voice trailed off as he looked to the side.

The man’s glare pierced through him as if an arrow impaled him. His instinct told him to run, but he was still tired from running all that way. He knew he had to do it. He had to fight him, as a man, and as a butler of the kingdom. He started this fire and he was going to end it, even if it was caused by a sour magician that stood in front of him. He firmly stood his ground, bending down slightly with his arms spread wide and lightning coming out of his fists. “Hey, I’m going to make you put the fire out, whether or not I started it.”

The man twitched. He grinned slowly as his hands were engulfed by flames. “Let’s do this.”

He dashed towards him, with a flaming fist ready to launch. Farron ducked and swept his legs. The man began falling, only to land on his hands and pushed himself up to land back on his feet. His legs quickly set ablaze as he did a butterfly kick to Farron’s face. He was too slow to react and got caught in the hot attack. He fell to the ground and felt a massive pain in his back. He saw the man walk up to him.