4 Last Practice (2/2)
As the bearded man took another look at the murder site, the redness in his eyes grew more, before aiming his now fuming expression at Marss.
The boy was standing in front of his son's body. With his bloodied right hand identifying the injustice comitted.
Although he knew that his son definitely started the fight, the rage he forcefully held in leaked out, and he starter screaming.
”JOHNSON! WHERE ARE YOU?! IF YOU DO NOT GIVE ME AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS I WILL NEVER LET YOU REST AGAIN!”.
Marss assessed the redbearded man calmly. Hearing the name the man screamed for made him think of the parents he had in this life.
Out of the crowd emerged three other individuals. One old man covering himself in a long, white beard followed by some glasses, showing his experienced silver eyes. The most noticable trait he had was definetly the finely sewed robes he wore, standing out from the cloth covered men and women behind him. He a gave off a profound scholarly aura.
Next was what Marss quickly figured was his parents. A brown haired average looking man followed by a smaller framed, purple haired woman. If comparing his newfound look to both of them, he would be some sort of combo.
Both the man and the woman absorbed every detail that entered their view. Both shocked, yet fearful of what was to come.
Before any of them could say anything, the old scholar closed his eyes, letting a simple command march out from his aged lips.
”For murdering another inhabitant, you are hereby banished from this place.” His voice carried its weight over the villagers mind like a boulder.
His parents, however, were not affected, and now realising what was about to befall their son. Both started pleading to the elderly man.
”He is but a child, elder!” the purple haired woman cast at him. ”He wouldn't survive a single night out there with those monsters! We are willing to pay for his crimes!”
The father then starred at his wife, showing an agreeing expression reflected inside the steady eyes. Shtifing his body towards the old man while fallin to his knee's.
The elder was about to respond, but was interrupted by the fuming red haired beardsman.
”Don't even think about it!” he barked. ”If your kid stays inside these walls for even one more day, you are fired!” The boiling eyes of the beardsman lockie on to his father.
”Enough!” The elder then interrupted them and finished what he planned to say. ”He may choose to stay here until sunset. However, after that, he will be cast out.”
Both parents lost the luster in their eyes as they knew he would not change his mind.
the beardsman, seemingly satisfied, began carrying his son towards a stone building further in the distance.
The elder took one last glance at the golden eyed boy and then left. The crowd began dispersing as well, leaving only his heartbroken father and mother.
Marss began approaching them, but before he could let out a sound they dragged him towards an old hut, appearing more damaged than all the other ones in the village.
As they entered the hut, the once open was slammed it backwards. Panick once more emerged on the mother's face as she began contemplating what to do.
After some silence, his father spoke to in a defetead tone.
”The Soldiers guarding the gate went out earlier today to look for you.” ”They probably won't be back before dusk. We still have time. Almost all the escape tunnels are unguarded, if we sneak you out now you can still..” He was then cut off.
”No need, father.” Marss respectfully answered. ”I was already planning to leave this place sooner or later. and besides, I have already come of age, so my fate is my own fate.”
Both his parents then looked upon their boy. Almost traumatized by this calm and confident attitude, unlike anything he had ever done.
As both of them began giving up on persuading him, his father started rummaging trough some of his old belongings.
Marss, silently observing the old wooden home he grew up in, was then interrupted by both his parents again. They still wore the same dirt covered clothes from.
His mother took a step towards him, signaling him to strech out his hands.
When reaching towards her with his non- bloddied left hand, a small green orb was placed in the palm of it
”This is a lucky charm I once carried with me. Although it is not much, please keep it with you, my boy”. She gave him a tender look, holdinging her tears inside as she placed both hands on his red cheeks.
”Enough Lena”. His father sighed. ” there isn't much time.”
His father then placed a small dagger next to the pearl.
”This was used by my father, and his father before. keep it with you!” He forced a smile on his face, preparing to see his son off at any moment.
As the sun sunk itself behind the tall and seemingly endless row of leaves, Marss was now standing in front of the large wooden gate once more. This time, however, surrounded by sweaty soldiers wearing in rusty iron armor. Some wore a single piece of the iron mail, while the other were lucky enough to still possess the entire sets.
When watching them, he noticed that they were all releasing the same type of pressure. probably at the first rank.
”Now!” and old vocie rang out.
Marss turnd around, catching a glimpse of both his saddened parents stare at him standing next to the elder and beardsmen.
Choosing not to dwell here any longer, he began walking trough the armed gate filled with some annoyed and hostile gazes from the soldiers over his head.
Feeling more unwelcome, Marss quickened his steps. Walking from the grassy flatland which covered the village towards the tall and densely packed trees. His silhouette disappeared alongside the last remaining droplets of light falling from the sky.
With a heavy *Dunk* the gates then closed, and his parents were only left with their leaking eyes.
The elder and redbearded man left them there to cry over the loss of their only child.
They kept standing by the gate, as if hoping he would come back, but eventually walked back towards their broken home.
As Marss kept walking deeper in the now black forrest, he scanned his eyes over the items gifted to him by his new parent's.
[Life orb:increases regeneration speed]
[Heirloom steel dagger:Not as sharp as it once was, but can deal with most small threats]
”So it can also identify objects? quite handy indeed”.
”However...”
Remembering the the hopeless expression of the man and the woman watching him leave, a strange sensation emerged from his body.
Scratching his head, the headache once again decided to emerge. A deep frown appeard on his face, as he could not notice what was bothering him.
”What a waste of time this was.” Marss's eyes gained more radiance each time he connected the bottom of his black, worn out shoes with the slightly more firm earth.
”It is time uphold my promise. Those farmers are not my real parents, and I will never see them again.” He began talking to himself. Each word was more drained of emotion than the last.
”System, change my first name to Michael.” he ordered.
[Noticed]
[proceeding..]
[Name confirmed as valid]
[Proceeding with change]
Layer:soldier(low)
Lvl:5/10
Name:Michael Frell Wiik
Race:Human/V???a?t Age:15
Mental status:Normal
Body status:Normal
Energy:100
bloodline:none
[ABILITIES] (active)+
[ABILITIES] (passive)+
[TITLES]+
Starring feverishly onto the screen infront of him, Michael's skin lost its redness.
He threw the orb into one of the pockets on his brown leather pants. the distanced crossed rapidly increased as he took deeper strides forward.
His soft hands trembled slighty, as the edge of the dagger camouflaged itself within the cold breeze which passed it.
He began walking faster, his back arching slightly forwards as he sped up into the rustling wild.
Unbeknownst to Michael, an emotionless grin grew on his face.
”It begins now.”