Requiem Of A Failed Hero

A tall drow female could be seen sitting on a huge crystal seat akin to a throne seat, she was nine feet tall and lithe, with graceful strong limbs and glossy, obsidian-dark skin, was unclad, clothed by her knee-length shining white hair. Her facial features appeared to be carefully sculpted but her eyes were large and her irises held shifting hints of the blue of moonstone and were expressive of her mood.

"Cor-Ellion"

"What?"

Her musical tone was responded to by a lithe-built elf with golden skin and yellow hair.

"I suddenly can't feel Thard-Harl's life essence anymore."

"Now that you mention it."

The elf who was sitting lazily on the same kind of seat she was sitting, reformed his posture and leaned his chin on his hand as he closed his eyes.

"Now that you mention it..."

"He killed Thard-Harl"

Her cold gaze contradicted the emotions behind her words.

"Thard-Harl might have been one of the lower echelons but he was still useful amongst us. And I thought Fel was supposed to be lost, if he entered the abyss there's no way the fiends wouldn't know and we have spies amongst them."

"You are right..."

His gaze stayed on her for a while then he stood up and slowly walked towards her, he was tall but not as tall as she was.

"Are you still troubled?"

"Thard-Harl was imprisoned because of our mistakes and now he's dead."

"Fear, not Sister, I will avenge him... whoever it was, be it Fel or the fiends. I will bring pandemonium into their lives."

He said as he knelt to kiss the foot of the lady.

***

"What?! You think I wouldn't know that you used the bathroom without my knowing."

"Mr. Fatty–

"Don't Mr. Fatty me, you have no change with me!"

The round-faced man with an absurd blond mustache that pointed upwards said with a slam on his table.

Raith at this point had no choice but to succumb. He thought he was quite smart about it but had forgotten that this motel was filled with people that had no job but to gossip and smoke all day.

He used to be like that too until that blissful Saturday when he died.

There's more to life than gossip.

And his life had received a new meaning just from his first experience of death.

He tucked his hand into his pocket as he came out of the man's untidy office, then brought out rumpled notes.

"Two hundred leus..."

He muttered, and as if his stomach heard him, it grumbled.

"Ah..."

'I ate only bread yesterday... thanks to Mael, I was able to eat good food the day before.'

It wasn't the first, second, or third. But he was already tired of running to Mael anytime he was dying of hunger, the guy would stylishly propose for him to forget about the life of a hero while buying food for him. It was always awkward to be stubborn in front of the person feeding him.

Life was harder than he thought. While in his father's house, he didn't even need to worry about food or shelter or his clothes not sizing him.

The first month in Cavanaugh was very hard, he slept on the streets and covered himself with sheets of newspapers that were dropped by passersby.

There was a time he went as far as stealing a woman's pulse after eating scrubs that fell off while people were eating. But he was so bad at stealing that he got caught immediately and was taken to the police station, where he met Gideon, the police who after hearing his story fed him and also took him to the motel where he is currently residing.

Thanks to Gideon who settled a six-month pay at the motel, he has a place to stay but the motel manager was just too greedy, billing him for almost everything he uses.

But all that was about to change... today, he would sell these items in the black market and move to Rembrandt estate: a small avenue filled with middle-class apartments and was also the place where Mael was staying. It had a peaceful environment where everyone minds their business, unlike Sherry motel which is located in the slum of Cavanaugh.

He patted his pocket after putting the few leus back in and walked away.

"Let's just get something with the rest"

...

Minutes later after walking out of the slums and entering the main road that led to all kinds of places throughout the city and was bustling with different models of cars bikes and buses. He walked a bit more toward his left and there it was.

Torpedough Bakery.

I thought he was going to get something with the rest.

Well, after all that suffering, it would be foolish of him to have not learned to be cautious. Especially in times like this where things seem to want to change.

He gently opened the glass door of the bakery and immediately was greeted by the flavoring aroma of vanilla.

There was a reason why the slums were addicted to Torpedough bakery.

One, it was very close.

Two, it was their way of tasting the kind of meal life the mid-class or high-class were used to.

"Hey! Raven! You are here!"

The vibrant and slivery voice of a young teenager greeted him from behind the shelves of bread.

"How can you know it's me when you haven't even seen me."

He walked further into the shop, passing the shelves of bread to meet the girl who was behind the counter.

"Because I know..."

'...I've been wrong many times though.'

Her smile was so bright that it would almost tear her face in half, she kept her sparkling eyes on the black-haired young man that stood in front of her...clueless.

"Humm... excuse me? I've been standing for a while now."

A serene tone from beside both of them distracted the atmosphere.

Raith turned his head and there stood a young lady with blonde hair, the base of her hair was amber-colored, the redness of her irises could scare a kid should she decide to glare.

'...I didn't meet her here... I had no idea she was here.'

Raith did not know exactly, he couldn't trace his memory back... maybe he met her or didn't, he couldn't tell because he never felt her presence until she spoke.

"Oh me! I'm so sorry ma'am"

The young lady behind the counter apologized immediately, bowing her hands and collecting the lady's card.

Her eyes widened immediately –it was a black card.

She bowed and returned the card to the lady after completing the payment transaction.

"Phew..."

She wiped the sweat off her forehead immediately after the lady left the shop.

"Why are you tensed?"

"Seriously Raven? why wouldn't I be?"

'...well, I admit that the atmosphere was a bit pressuring after she talked but there's not much after that.'

He said in his thoughts with a bland expression.

"You are the abnormal one for not being tensed when faced with one of the strongest Heroes."

"One of the strongest heroes?"

His entire expression was immediately converted by her statement.

"You don't know her? You don't know 'The Unblazing Sun'?!!"

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