LAVERN IRVING
To me, the commotion produced in the small town of Iselia, even toward the late hours of the night, was completely normal. It had always been normal once the half-elves were removed from the village. They're crime was an unspeakable one, an unfathomable one. I didn't ever want to dwell on that past again. But I had to. For revenge. For Dad. For Lloyd Irving.
"Lavern, Lavern!"
In the distance, I saw my favourite person: Rhyme. He was an orphan of whom I found bunking at the Martel Orphanage. He was cute, attractive, but not of his own accord. This young boy had spent his eleven years dwelling in the self pity he shared with only himself.
Iselia had branched out into a town you could probably consider the size of.. Altamira. It wasn't a tourist spot or anything, but it contained many different and vital facilities. The Iselia Human Ranch was transformed into a plantation and small factory where many crops were produced. Part of the Iselia Forest was made into a large hospital facility. And of course, built near the Martel Temple was the Martel Orphanage. This was the perfect place where Martel, the goddess, could forever watch over the lost children of the world and guide them to a place where they could belong. That's what most believed to be true. That the goddess still existed in the heavens. I knew better.
I was born as a child of angels. Brought into this world by the light of the great Yggdrasill Tree, I was blessed. My mother was the Chosen of Sylvarant and my father was a hero. At least, in my opinion. They both saved the world, together. They told me stories of how they met the goddess and I was awestruck. How amazing it must've been! They informed me that the goddess could be among this world, among our people, even now. The mere thought of ever meeting her left me ecstatic. That is, until I learned what she really was.
Martel was half-elven, sister of Mithos, the ancient hero, and Yggdrasill, the enemy of this world. The lingering threat. Both the same person. Yggdrasill made the world in two. He created both Sylvarant and Tethe'alla, as opposing forces, vying for mana. It was a terrible setup, and it took many sacrifices and mistakes until my parents and their companions could fix it completely.
Yggdrasill turned the half-elves into the enemy by creating Desians. They enslaved the human race and used the humans as catalysts to create expheres, stones able to further the limits of a human, elf, or anyone in between. For the longest time, all of humanity, on both worlds, felt some kind of fear when near them. Except for Dad. He treated two of his closest friends, Genis Sage and his older sister Raine Sage, as regular humans despite their half-elven blood. He was kind toward all. I held a great respect for my father because of that very kindness he possessed.
However, now, I could never hate that kindness more. I could never hate the half-elves more. They murdered my father. They were disgusting creatures, deserving of premature death.
"Lavern? Hey, you there?"
I blinked back to life, my thoughts scattering far into the depths of my mind.
"Yes? Oh, sorry. I must've blanked out.." I stumbled a little ahead of Rhyme, toward my home. I could rest one more night before it was time to go. Just one more night in my safe bed.
Without asking and without my noticing, Rhyme had taken one of my grocery bags from my arms and wrapped his around it. Looking at him, the progress he's made, all of my thoughts from earlier disappeared. I was safe near him, as he was near me.