Lucid. (On Hold!)

Prologue

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Prologue

“You have let me down, Hunter. You do know what the consequences are, i hope.” The last two words lingered on Robin’s lips, which twitched whenever he was angry. The air was tense, as if it could send chills down even the coldest blooded creature. His voice echoed through the hall, the stone pillars looming over them, the marble floors smooth to the touch.

Everyone assembled in the hall right now sat in silence. Eyes were shifting hesitatingly, as people conversed silently in their heads.

“It is because of your soft heart,” Robin shook his head in contempt, and threw his hands up in rage “That you have jeopardized countless lives of the innocent!” His face turned beet red, his nostrils flaring. Hunter remained frozen, emotionless, his hands folded neatly at his sides. He was used to this- the scolding, the multiple tongue-lashing sessions every day, the looks of disapproval everywhere he went.

“I-” Robin took several deep breaths to calm himself. “-hope that” he paused to take a breather, “you will cherish this one last chance I’m giving you. Do not fail me.” His forehead was creased, over the years, due to worrying too much and whatnot.

Hunter merely nodded his head, silently accepting the punishment. Indeed, he deserved it; though it was rather obvious to everyone, that the king himself is an extremely biased person. “Do not think that I am doing this to spite you, or because I dislike you. One has heard the ugly rumors, and I must say, whoever spread them must have something against me,” Robin looked sideways, “or you.” He added quickly and pursed his lips. One would think that Robin treated his trusty servant better than his own son. Hunter flicked his head slightly to keep his black tousled hair out of his eyes.

“Go now. Assume a new identity if you have to, I trust you have good judgment as to what you should and should not do.” Robin gestured towards the heavy oak doors, which opened on his command, leaking light into the once dark conference hall.

Hunter bowed and walked towards the open doors. “Oh,” Robin’s voice echoed throughout the hall, “I have made the necessary arrangements. Just take what you need and leave. I suppose you don’t have anything memorable here to take with you.” He spat out the last few words with a tinge of acid. However, it seemed that he at least cared a little as to whether his son was going to survive on planet earth. Hunter raised an eyebrow at his father’s words, not saying anything, as he strolled out without a worry on his shoulder, almost half-pleased that he had to leave this dreadful place full of distaste.