Crimson meets Royalty

Chapter 8|Creation of the Past

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The young boy heard some noise coming from the main lab in the middle of the night as he went to the bathroom. He was curious and so he opened the cold iron door with his two small hands. There was a small light coming from the middle of the room. He opened the door completely and saw a tall man in a white lab coat standing in front of what seemed to be a cylindrical life container containing what looked like a child. The small light was just strong enough to light up the man and the container. The boy silently made his way towards the man, passing over and next to every obstacle that was in his way. When he arrived next to the man he thought to be an intruder, he realized that he wasn't an intruder but his so-called father. "What are you doing dad?" Asked the young one. The scientist looked down to his right to see his son looking up at him while rubbing his left eye because of fatigue. "I should be the one who asks you that, son," said the father as he put himself at the same height as the little one. "I was going to the bathroom to pee and then I heard a noise coming from here, so I wanted to know what it was," answered his son. "Ah, okay. Well, if you really want to know what I am doing then I'm going to tell you." He said as he got back up and turned towards the container. He opened wide his arms towards the glass container and said proudly, "I am creating the second vessel that is also going to be your younger brother!" The boy looked attentively at the container, just as his father said, it's a boy that his contained in the special liquid, he seemed to be around three years old, the young boy wasn't sure because of the weak light, but he seemed to have short black hair that floated peacefully in the blue liquid. "What is his name?" Asked his son as he looked up at him again. The man smiled as he said, "Sora Kenra!" He looked back at his son and said, "I hope you'll be kind to him, my son..."

Three years later
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The sky had a beautiful pink color to it this afternoon as the sun started to set down. I was lying down on the grass on top of a small hill surrounded by trees and a lake, looking at the sky, peacefully, all alone. I might have passed around three or four hours on this hill, doing nothing but staring at the sky, lost in my thoughts. The wind gently passed from time to time, making the leaves in the trees and the grass slightly whistle, creating a soothing ambient sound. Suddenly, I heard some rustling coming from a bush to my right, so I looked over at the bush to see what made this rustling and saw Sora, my brother, coming out of the bush. "Oh, it's just him," I thought to myself. Sora jumped over a puddle of mud and walked up to me at the top of the hill. When he reached me at the top, he sat down next to me and said as he looked at me, "Why do you always run off like that on your birthday, brother?" His black hair was moving in harmony with the wind and his red eyes seemed to be full of sadness and anxiety. "I don't really know why, but I will tell you this, I don't want to be too attached or feel too much joy until I leave you and Itoshi..." I answered, not very sure about what I just said. Sora suddenly stood up and looked at me with one of the most desperate looks I had ever seen as he said, nearly screaming, "I don't understand, it's your seventh birthday, your last day! Why don't you ever want to have fun, not even once have you tried to have fun during Christmas, Easter or any day like these, especially your birthday! Why? I want to understand, but you are making it nearly impossible! I don't want you to leave without anything happy to remember about us during your life outside!" He was on the verge of crying, his eyes were starting to get black and that wasn't a good sign at all, so I tried to calm him down. "Hey, calm down, please. You don't need to worry about that, I have plenty of good memories with you and father, I will remember you through my whole life outside, don't worry." I said, trying to reassure him, but I was never good with those kinds of things. Even though it was bad, it seemed to have been good enough for him because he regained his usual everyday smile and his eyes turned back to normal, but they were still looking sad. "That reassures me!" He said with a trembling voice as he started to cry a little.

After he stopped crying, we had passed thirty minutes just talking about what I would do when I would leave for the outside world. Then, Itoshi, my father, came to see us and told me that it was time, time for me to leave home and live my own life. He granted me everything I needed to survive until I found a home. I said goodbye and started to leave. As I left, I heard Sora call my name, so I turned around. I could see his happy smile as he told me, "Good luck out there and I hope we meet again, brother!"
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No!
That's not how it went!
I know it, but why can't I fully remember it!?
Sora, I remember him and what he did.
I know that he was a manipulator. He manipulated Itoshi, my master, not my father, into thinking that I was an inappropriate vessel for the Shinkyuku, also known as the Crimson Lord. The Shinkyuku is the one who is supposed to lead and control the Crimson Monsters throughout their lives inside of Kriptano, also commonly known as The Other World, so that they don't attack us or do anything that could threaten the peace that once ruled between both worlds, but ever since someone killed the Shinkyuku, that peace has been broken and Crimson Monsters started attacking us and each time they left, they came back stronger and deadlier. The only way to repair this peace is by resurrecting the Shinkyuku into a compatible vessel. That would be me and Sora, but the thing that Itoshi didn't think of is that in this case, resurrecting the Crimson Lord doesn't mean that we'll resurrect his soul or body, only his power will be brought back, it will be implanted into someone, and if we want peace, the vessel must be a good being that also wants peace and that's the total opposite of Sora. His plan was quite clear from the start too, make me disappear as fast as possible so that he has one hundred percent chance of being the chosen vessel and gaining his power. This plan worked almost perfectly because it only took him three years to make Itoshi despise me and to make him throw me out in the wild at seven years old, without anything but a knife, no food, clothing or tools other than just this little black and red knife named Shinku, apparently magical or cursed. The only thing I remember from that day is the way Sora smiled innocently at me as he said, "Hey! Good luck out there! Try not to dye too quickly, I would really like to meet you again in the future, brother!"...