"In Harga death is a blessing cloaked from society. A secret soon seen by those who were once blinded by the false hope of love, life, and peace. Hope doesn't exist anymore. Like the king... We will all soon go mad under his rule. His thirst for pow...
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"Wait! Where are you going kid!?" The ranger yelled as Àłikad threw himself into the front doors of the castle. His eyes regretted ply met the pool of blood that still laid there. As well as the shattered remains of his sword and the one that impaled him. He had yet known how long he's been in a coma. Of corse he longed to ask the ranger himself. Yet he was to busy thinking of his mother, his armor, his father, everything was a jumbled mess of thoughts that scrambled his mind leaving him confused and lost. And in the end he refused to speak to the ranger who spoke with him.
"Where is it!?" He whispered to himself as he took turn after turn into more corridors than either him or the ranger could count by using his hands to fling himself around corners for a boost. He was faster than the ranger for his race. Elegance apart of him as well as a boost of speed, insurance, agility, as well as a tiny boost in strength as well.
It didn't cease to amaze the ranger to an extent of Àłikad's speed. In fact he seemed fond of it as he watched the boy gleam a smile before energetically bolting into the room at the end of a corridor. He followed in close behind. To his avail he watched as the boy was slipping a large lightweight chest plate upon his chest. The colors carried from bright silvers to many different ranges of blues dyed within the armor shoulder pads as well as knee pads. The armor fit him well as he pulled his gloves on tightly. Fixing the chainmail and the cloth that sat under neath the armor. Fixing the belt that held his armored leggings to his waist as well as flattening out the cloth that covered his legs. A fancy pattern displayed on it as he sighed. Gripping his side in pain as he looked to the ranger.
"I shouldn't have ran so fast. I believe a stitch got torn." He grunted before standing up as straight as he could." There's no use wining about it. We need to move get to my room." He said as he walked over to the door.
"You sure your up for this kid? I mean you look like shit and I should be talking." The ranger stated as he followed Àłikad closely. Keeping his hand upon the hilt of his sword, eyes wandering for any sign of movement. He watched him close, as much as he followed.
"I'm fine as much as I hate to say it.." He mumbled under his breath as he desperately reached for the wall for balance. The look of pain surged through his whole body as he turned his head to look at the ranger." Tell me ranger. You have yet told me your name. What is it?"
"My name? Ah my name is no more that of a mere name to the people of Harga for my past is nothing but a secret kept by the once knobel king of Harga. Kałïki. Sadly with his mind disappeared from existence. Yet I can tell you a nickname those who know me well have given me. You may simply call me Kár." Kár stated as he wrapped his arm around Àłikad and helped him to his feet.
"Where is he!?" He heard a voice yell with the dangerous mix of anger and rage as he lead Àłikad to a room just to their left. Attempting to pull the door shut, leaving the door to only fall from its hinges ending in a loud band loud enough for the whole castle threw the echo into a frenzy.
