Another story... T_T
Since this somewhat doesn't have a fixed story line, I may update this slower than my other stories.
*EDIT* Huge thanks to Illusion of a Storm for helping me with this story! S
Enjoy!
Synopsis: These were the days before Yona's father was murdered, before she met the dragons, and before she loved the guy with black hair. These were the childhood memories, told in Hak's eyes.
Hak POV
"Hak, you better be a good boy today, okay? Don't screw up your reputation more than you already have. We are meeting King II," Mundok lectured while walking nonchalantly.
"He's only a old geezer like you though" I said.
A soft punch was delivered at my cheek. "How dare you insult the King!"
"Old man, please don't resort to violence. King wouldn't like that" I chided mockingly as I touched the tender, swollen cheek.
Then, my fist came contact to the Geezer's head.
"That didn't even hurt. And I told you to call me Grandpa" he demanded.
"Well, then how about this?"
After several punches back and forth, we started fighting. We were lost in our world until someone spoke.
" Please don't resolve to violence," a clear voice said.
We stopped midway of our fight when we saw the King II. My left leg was lifted, ready to kick. My arms were crossed in front of my face to block the upcoming attack. Mundok was positioned in his famous stance with his right arm drawled back and fist clenched .
He relaxed his form and went down on his knees to bow.
"King II, my apologies. I'm really sorry. I tried to teach this punk some manners and-"
"It's okay, Mundok. I'm glad to see you to, but please don't fight."
Then he turned his attention to me.
"Hello, Hak. It's nice to meet you."
"Sup"
He wasn't taken aback by my informal speech.
"Are you 6 years old?"
"9"
"I see...perhaps you can Yona can play together."
Yona?
"Anyways, you guys are staying here for a week, right?"
I nodded while Mundok replied ,"Yes"
"That's good! We have a lot to tall about with the others, so let's go."
A Fragment of a Wish
"You should have listened Hak. Soon, you will have to take my place and-"
"Hm, I'm going to train with the guards." I declared, already leaving. I headed towards the closest window.
He doesn't need to force himself, that old geezer.
"Hold up, you little brat!" He yelled, but I pretended to not hear him.
Before I jumped out of the window, I saw a flash a red on the corner of my eye.
What was that?
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QOD: Anybody want to share one of their childhood memories?