Garlox quest

Chapter 47; Everything for you.

'You have to forgive me, Lynch. But just as you're not interested in my story, i'm not interested in yours.' Lynch shook his head, and took a seat next to Vector. 'And I'm even less interested in you being not interested in me. Here's the thing. A woman married to the job has passion, and a healthy desire. She has seen her goal, and will do everything to reach it. All i'm saying is that you should watch your step.' Vector let out a hard luagh. 'HA, watch my step around Queenly? Thank you for this insightful information.' Lynch crossed his legs, and gave Vector a strict look. 'You don't understand.  She's not even fully drazy right now. She's only had a small taste. Once the tastes gets bigger, she'll get hungrier, and do even more to get that taste.' Vector got up, and turned his back on Lynch. He didn't want to hear any further. 'Vector, just take this as a friendly advice. Today it was Gladia, but when will it be you?' Lynch got up, and got to his room. Halfway through the door he turned around, and decided to tell Vector one more thing. 'Oh, and don't break a sweat about it. You're watching your step, right?' Lynch closed the door, and got ready to spend the night. Vector turned around, and clenched his fist. He knew that he was playing a dangerous game, but in his current position he shouldn't be affraid of what might come. 'I should ask Cedilia about this, she might not be the best person to talk about this but..' He let out a sigh og frustration. He didn't want to think about Queenly like that, but he knew that he should have a back-up plan, just in case. 'Cedilia?' He knocked on her door, but quickly after she poked her head out of the doorway. 'What?' Cedilia didn't let Vector in. 'I eh.. Can I.. bother you?' It got awkwardly silent for a while, leaving Vector to stare in Cedilia's emotionless gaze. 'You already are.' 'I just need to talk about you, about Queenly.' She closed the door right away. 'Yeah i'm not touching that one with a five feet pole.' Vector got a little discouraged, but he knew that she was the only one to ask. 'Do you have faith in her?' Cedilia didn't respond. 'I.. I'm sorry, I'll stop bothering you.' Cedilia let out a soft sigh. 'Fine, see me in the morning will you?'

'Dad?' Lynch didn't seem to respond to that title. 'Daddy?' Youkala pulled Lynch's leg. 'Huh? Are you talking to me, little one?' Youkala nodded, and pulled Lynch's leg even harder. 'That's right, you're my daddy now.' Lynch smiled, and shook his head. 'That's nice, but I'm not really your daddy.' Lynch pulled the pins out of his hair, and let it fall gracefuly around his back. 'But.. You have to! You're the closest to family I have.' Lynch looked quite shocked. He rembered saying those very words when he was younger. 'Well.. Maybe for now, it's okay.' He gave Youkala a friendly pat on his head, and started to undress himself, getting ready for bed. Halfway through he felt kinda embarrassed. 'So you.. Need me to put you to bed?' Youkala nodded gently, holding his Teddy tightly in his left hand. 'Well, that's okay little one. Please, why don't you lay down and I'll think of a nice story?' Youkala smiled happily, and quickly went to bed. After Lynch had tucked him in, he sat down next to Youkala's bed, and started to tell a story. 'Once, there was a little boy. He lived happily with his two brothers, and parents. The first brother was an excellent bow wielder. He could shoot an ant in his eye from 50 feet away. The second brother was an outstanding swordman. He could wield heavy swords like it was made out of thin air. And this little boy, wasn't good at anything. He couldn't shoot arrows, and he couldn't wield a heavy sword. His parents wanted their childeren to be very good in battle. They wanted to deliver two outstanding soldiers to this certain realm. But a civil war broke out. The two brother had to face each other in battle. Neither of them survived, and this little boy was now the only child they had. They tried to train him, but nothing seemed to work. His parents would fight day and night, arguing about who's fault it was. ''You had to teach him how to cook, didn't you?!'' ''If only you had spend more time with him, rather than with Aisan and Sleik.'' The argument would go back and forth, but not a single answer would be provided. That was before they had decided to try all over again. His parents were young, and could try once more. Another child was born, but it wasn't born out of love, but out of dissapointment. This child was strong, but wasn't able to love. He was hard to handle, they couldn't bare it. Something had to change, and his parents only saw one possibillity. They took the other child while he was asleep, and dropped him at an orphanage. He was too weak, and wouldn't learn anything special. They decided to only focus on the new born.  The new born turned out to be a great warrior, but the lonely child grew out to be even stronger. He even managed to kill his younger brother in the ring.  It was the final battle for a spot as high commander of this certain realm. His parents had already passed, but he didn't care. He only grew strong for himself. Not for them. The story tells that he still is a very high commander in his army, and that he fights like a lion.' Youkala already looked sleepy, and rubbed his eyes. 'So, he's just like me?' Lynch smiled, and patted Youkala's head.  'Yeah, he's just like you.'

'Hngh... Not good.. Not good...' Somewhere in the snowy havens, just outside of Pannack, a creature just Like Mex was shivering with cold. 'This world.. It hurts me..' He was laying down, sheltered from the snow. He was in a fetus position, covered with blood from a deer's skin. 'What is taking you so long? Have you and Lynch found Mex already?' The doppelganger could hear the Oracle's voice inside his head. He didn't reply, he only screamed, and held his hands firmly to his ears. 'Y-you're not here! I'm just getting crazy!' Insanity could be seen in his eyes, he was born from Mex's things. The only memories he had were from everything sinful he had done. Some actions worse than the other. 'Have you forgotten? I have created you, and you shall do as I say!' The doppelganger held his head between his legs, trying to bury the voice. 'I'm not even a person, I'm a body enslaved to someone else's wrongdoings. His eyes would leak black liquid, and he could see all the sinful things that Mex had done in his life. 'You are the darkness, you should be able to handle this!' The doppelganger rubbed his eyes, trying to remove the imagery of all the sins. 'No! I don't want to be the darkness, I want to be the person, I want to be resurected!' 'You fool!' The voice of the oracle chimed inside his head. 'You should not feel sorry for yourself, you should absorb this power, you should make it your own. Feed yourself on it! Take a life, Take Mex's life. 'I don't want to take Mex's life! I want to have my own.' It got awfully silent, but the doppelgangers black liquid didn't stop flowing. 'I understand, if I gave you a personallity of your own, would that suffice?' The doppelganger shook his head. 'I shall never be more than Mex's sinful side. I shall Always see his  sinful acts, I shall Always see pain, hurting and sadness.' The doppelganger had seemed to calm down as he got everything off his chest. 'I can provide you with answers, but you have to swear your loyalty to me.' The doppelganger looked up, happier than ever. 'Yes, please! Everything!' 'Consider it done.' A loud lightning strike struck down besides the Doppelganger. a pair of black, round glasses had appeared alongside a pair of scissors. 'I hereby name you Zavid, you are now an inhabittant of the youkan realm. May Youka's grace be upon you.' Zavid looked at the glasses, and put them on. The black veil stopped flowing from his eyes, and he could see his own life again. He was free at last. He held the scissors in his hands. 'Your options are limited. You can cut your veins, and be free. Or you can cut your life to the shape you prefer. I'm willing to hand you the tools, only if you accept this noble mission. You will be celebrated, you will be a high commander... it's your life... make it worth' Zavid held the scissors up high, looking at it's reflection. He held it close to his head, and made his decision. 'I want my own life...' he started to cut his hair, standing out from the boy once originated from.