One hell of a journey.

Moving On [Chapter 1]

"I've already told you, you need to stay here. I can't risk you getting hurt." The man stood in frustration, tapping his foot against the flimsy wooden flooring as he looked down at the younger girl.

"But you've trained me, so I won't get hurt, what's the point in showing me things if you're just going to keep me locked in here?"

This was normal for the pair. Every other day they would have almost the same exact argument. Today, of course wasn't any different.

"You know I love you Haix but I can't let you become an 'adventurer' just because you want to. There are dangerous things out there, not even I'm capable of going head to head with some of those things.". The room fell into silence as he said that. The only sound was the falling of rain onto the windows.

"Fine...I don't need your permission anyway." The purple haired girl ran for the door, easily dodging her father as he tried to talk some sense into her. She ran through the door, almost breaking it as she went. He tried to call out to her, but his pleas fell upon deaf ears and she was gone. He was alone. Again. He had failed the one he had sworn to protect for so long. Again.

Wil stopped for a moment and looked around. The sky was dark but he couldn't tell what time it was. The rain continued to fall around him, drenching him through his thin beige blouse. The thunder continued, as did the lightning. The world continued moving but Wil found himself frozen in time. He had let her down again, she hated him again, she left him. Again. He found himself walking back towards the wooden shack he had just left. The sky was even darker now, he didn't know how long he'd been outside. It didn't matter. He entered the basement for the night, before a knock shook the weak wooden door of the shack.

The chair beneath his feet creaked as he almost slipped. Shaking his head at his own clumsiness, he reluctantly put down the frayed and brittle cord on the cabinet beside the basement door. He blew out the candle, now beside said rope, leaving the room in darkness as he numbly trudged up the stairs.

His bones ached and plead as he got up but he also didn't want to make the wrong person unhappy at this time. He didn't want company, though he still opened the door, albeit begrudgingly, to see who might be here so late. Deep down he hoped it was his daughter, though he also knew she tended to take a while to cool off after arguments like earlier.

Alas, his secret prayers went unanswered. As he opened the door he came face to face with a...man. Maybe. He had dark blue hair pulled into a messy ponytail, as well as horns similar to those of a ram. The strangest thing about him though was probably his skin. His skin was an odd purplish colour, almost pink.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you, I'm just...extremely lost." The man looked around in confusion as he tried to find a path through the density of the woodlands that surrounded the shack. Wil went to close the door on the strange man, causing him to start frantically waving his arms in panic.

"Wait! I just need to know how to get out of here, I can pay you!" The man cowered as Wil looked at the man in what he could only describe as disgust after he spoke.

"I don't want your money." He then shut the door on the stranger and pressed his back against the wall before sliding into a sitting position on the floor. He sat there, thinking, as he closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands in frustration at the untimely intrusion.

After a while, maybe half an hour or so he got back up, sighing heavily. These woods were unforgiving, the most likely fate of the man from earlier is death, and he doesn't fancy being involved in that. Even so, he decided he should make sure he hasn't damaged anything. As he walked back over to the door he heard something from the other side. Not being able to tell what it was, he took his silver rapier from the plaque on the wall beside him before swinging the door open. As he did so, something that must've been leaning against the door fell over and a load groan came from it.

As he looked down to inspect what had fallen, he noticed it was the man from earlier. Wil sighed as he stood back and put the rapier back on the wall plaque before walking over to his bed and sitting down, opting to ignore the man who was now standing and brushing himself off.

"Thanks for not giving me a warning, I really like to keep on my toes, y'know?" The fuchsia man commented satirically, only to receive nothing more than some aggressive sounding noise from the other male.

"I see you're a friendly one," he walked over to Wil and held a hand out. "Name's Karus." He stared, remaining eye contact as he held out his hand, refusing to falter.

"You're supposed to shake it, just so you know." The man, Karus, grinned at Wil with razor sharp teeth as the aforementioned male groaned in protest before shaking his hand.

"Just...Wil." Was the short response that Karus got in response. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for way longer than either men would have liked to before Karus spoke up once more in a poor attempt at lightening the mood.

"Well, if you aren't going to tell me how to leave this place, got anything I could eat?" Wil just sighed before nodding roughly in the direction of the fridge. Both in the room figured it was going to be a very long night with the other around.