Delusion of
Time
Mithra's Rage
Chapter 1
I removed this story awhile ago because of a occurence that happened to me while I was writing this Fanfic. But it's here to stay. It's one of my longest writing's I ever wrote but never finished. I might finish it and maybe I won't. The story is 6 chapters so enjoy. If you like it, just comment.
Have you ever been hated, disliked, or just forgotten? Have you ever lost either your mother or father? Well, I have. I am a Mithra. No not a girl like you'd usually see. Big ears, long tail, unsurpassed agility, purrrrr accent, and extremely cute. I'm just a guy that has been forgotten since I was 5 years old. Well, it seems that I have to start from the beginning. Where all my pain started.
I was an average Mithran boy. I always looked up to my mother and she loved me like if I were the only thing that mattered in her world. I dressed like a normal Mithra. You know the usual clothes that we wear. Normal slacks, shirt, shoes with no front so our toes stick out. I had a happy first 5 years as a boy. Playing with my toys, imagining, wishing I was something I was not, hearing bed time stories from my mother, going to sleep in the sun, and enjoying what little time I had before it all started...
My father was never home, always away doing his so called job. But the job he performs is against all Mithra. Reason why only few Mithra male adventured out in the world. My father was an Adventurer. He believed that he could change the world, but only gave me a rough start. My mother knew of my fate and knew why I never made a single friend from all of my time living in my home town of Kazahm. I was looked down upon because my father was what he was. My mother took all the heat from the other Mithra living near us and protected me. But nothing she said worked and I was still the boy who's father was an Adventurer.
One day I had woken up to a horrible smell. Because I am a Mithra my nose picks up scents that no other race could pick up. I smelled death. I ran out of my house quickly only to find some of my own dead. Flames were everywhere, swords were torn in half, and beastmen's bodies laid on the floor. I went running looking for my mother with tears, crying out loud. Well... Of course I was only 5 years old and it was my birthday. When I raced towards the forbidden area I saw a sight that haunted my life forever. I found the rest of the survivors in the village in one spot and my mother dead. I felt like dieing and ending it all. But I wasn't allowed that privilege. The rest of the Mithra stared at me then looked away without saying one word.
I was only 5 years old. My father was gone and my mother was killed by a battle I wasn't able to experience. I was torn into shreds, I felt like I no longer held a life. I was now a forgotten Mithra. An alone Mithra condemned to walk this land with nothing but a flow of blood that I remembered from my mothers corpse. No one bothered to bury her, I was the one who had done it. And that was my 5th birthday.
Anger at my race and anger for who had killed my mother, I had only one option. I've heard of the forbidden Martial Arts that the Mithra had forbidden anyone to learn. I was going to learn it. Reason why it was forbidden was because many who tried to learn it, died trying. I didn't care if I was gonna die learning it. I had nothing else anyway and my life wasn't priceless. I didn't care if someone had stabbed me in the back or intentionally decided to slit my throat. I really didn't give a shit. So I trained since I was 5 years old.
6 years later, I was strong, I was tough. Everyone who looked at me once got a cold face. There were times in training where I had injured myself or worn out my body completely and ended up sleeping in the cold brick rain. I trained with a wooden sword, staff, twin blade weapons, kunai's, knives, accuracy with Bow and Arrows. I did everything. I trained with 50 tons on my back, trained in rain, snow, wind, mud, thunder, you name it. I didn't care what condition the weather was in, I busted my ass. During my training of this Forbidden Martial Art I had never died. I was guessing I did something right. I don't know, maybe I did do something right...
My house was filled with memories of my mother hugging me, kissing me, taking care of me, feeding me, giving me all the love she had to offer. Only because she knew what I was going to face. I only wish it had lasted longer. I look at my hands, my feet, my clothes. I was forever dirty. Living off of old bread, old water, or whatever I had to eat. My bed was broken from fatigue, my house smelled of ass and the windows were smugged. I barely used the house. I always tried to avoid my home because of what has happened 5 years ago and now it may have been the last time I set foot inside my childhood house again. I came back with a heavy heart to obtain something that's in my house that I need to take, laying on a neat rack, untainted, and untouched. My mothers sword. A one edged blade sword that was wide and thick. It was a really heavy and great piece of work. It was going to be the sword I was destined to use for the rest of my life. I picked it up from its slumber and stared at it for the longest I've ever stared a weapon. Then I heard a scream.
Outside was raining and very muggy. Disgusting weather that day of the incident that made me leave my roots for good. One of the villagers was attack by a Goblin. I ran for the goblin, jumped in the air and did a flip kick slamming the Goblin off her. The Goblin reached for his Crossbow and I immediately threw a dart at him. It hit him dead in his forehead and he died instantly. The rest of the village was noisy and I heard many screams off in the distance. It seemed that the village was under attack.
"Are you ok?" I asked her.
"Go away! Don't talk to me!" She snapped back at me like if I were the one who tried to kill her. I didn't care. I let that slide and picked up what was left of me and continued to walk towards the cries of battle.
"Damn you! Get away from me!" Another Mithra screamed trying her best to shake a Goblin off of her. I unsheathed my sword and sliced the Gobs head off and kept running forward in low position attacking each and every Goblin I saw in my sight. Once I reached the center of the village where my mother died that day I saw someone who looked familiar. But he wasn't very clear. It was like if he were a ghost.
"Who the hell are you!?" I screamed at the man. He turned around slowly. His Armour was very bulky and he had a freakishly huge sword.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He replied back. I was in shock at what my mortal eyes were staring at. It was no other then a image of the Overlord. He swiftly flew in the air and flames surrounded me afterwards. I was trapped by fire and surrounded by Goblins who held bombs in their hands. I was screwed.
"By the way young one, I am the one who killed your mother..." The overlord spoke quickly and disappeared into the stormy abyss.
"You bastard!" I tried to jump and reach him but couldn't jump that high. I was surrounded and had no choice but to fight.
"So you like the Overlord? Your all going to die tonight..." Rage was in me, I never felt hate the way I did that night. My hand gripped the sword tight and I was blinded by my rage. One of the goblins threw one of their bombs at me. I countered the bomb by kicking it back to him and taking out three of the goblins, I jumped on the Goblins shoulders and twisted his neck with my feet, I jumped off his body, in the air again and finished off another goblin with a head bashing thrust of the sword. The Goblin split into two. I charged Ki energy into my hand and blasted a wave of Ki energy at two more Goblins and finished them all. I then looked at my hand afterwards. I then realized that I did all of this tonight and that I was never going to stop this battle until my revenge was sought. For the rest of the night... It was calm. The storm cleared and I saw the ocean. My plan was to leave the next day to Jeuno and maybe... Find a purpose. Find a purpose that I was meant for.
To be Continued
