54 Ohara (1/2)

A shudder ran through Raigar's back as he looked at the flustered Olivia, Clover stood at the side his eyes bellying his stubborn dedication to the books that the tree of Knowledge had amassed. With the sound of the blood receding from his face, Raigar stood shell shocked as the previously desperate Olivia ran out of the room.

With slow robotic steps he looked toward Clover, before heading toward the secret basement, he had only one thought in mind, it was to claim all the research that had been done, to be his, so the archeologists would not be killed.

”Raigar! Wait!” Clover roared before looking at him emotionally. ”Whatever you do now, it will be too late. Take this and Leave!” He roared before turning his back to the middle aged brown-head.

”But head Clover-” he began, before being interrupted by one of the other senior researchers. ”Our research is the most important thing here Raigar, and all of it can be summed up within that book, so go! Run, save yourself, Ohara cannot have been a useless institute! Leave here before it is too late!” he roared as he too turned his back on the one he had considered to be the most promising of the generation.

”But, the people-” Raigar continued, desperation lacing his tone. ”They are neither your responsibility nor your portion of mental consideration. You are an outsider so leave while you still can and do Ohara a favor while you do” an emotionless voice rang out clearly in the air as a palpable and grim air of finality set into the air.

”The scholars of Ohara have built their bed, now they shall lay in it!” A deep booming voice echoed as the fleeing foreigner shed a few choked gasps of parting as he ran quickly into the outside world, tears streaming down his clean shaven face. His brown hair swam in the scanty wind as his footing became harder and harder.

The everyday faces that he had gotten used to seeing for the past decades looked at the familiar streaking figure with curiosity, before shrugging their shoulders and continuing on with their daily lives. Before once again they had been interrupted by a running black clothed blob that ran desperately into the library.

Raigar's mind was a mess as he remembered the faces of the old and gentle elders that had held him company for so long, a part of him yearned to turn back and return, to die along with the ones he had seen as comrades, his crew that had accompanied him on the quest within the sea of knowledge and discovery, but as he had learnt from the scant interaction that he had with both his father and his brothers, the captain's word is supreme.

With a dull thrum and a heavy heart, he ran on, looking one final time at the ones that had their daily lives around there, he would obey his teacher's final orders, then throw himself at the gates of Mary Geoisse with a vengeance that he had never known before.

He had never quite forgiven his father for leaving him as a child back then, though he understood that where he was, a child would only face a horrifying fate. Nonetheless he had believed that any family that had prized adventure over the rest of the family would not be worth being a part of.

So back then when he had faced his father for what would have been the first time within his then short life, he had left, thrown a monstrous fit and gone as far as to insult everything the man that was his father had stood for, even still he had been given a tiny compass that he had later learned was an eternal pose, to one day find him, if HE had it in his heart to forgive the old MAN.