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He was a young man around seventeen years of age and lived with his family consisting of a father, a mother, and his revered younger sister. His father was the bread winner of the family, albeit he barley earned enough money as the rich would buy from their own selective cutlery shops and the poor seldom had enough money to purchase meat from stores. Nevertheless, the family lived on, surviving only on the small instances of mesos that their father would earn each day. However, his father was born from a family of wealthy officials, he hated his peasant life and toiled from day to night, in countless hours of efforts to attract customers, eventually, his desire for change turned into a untempered wrath and the family soon learned to stay wary of him during those phases, yet despite that, he always managed to come home at the appropriate time. One this very night, however, it was already nearing midnight and his presence had still not arrived. They were sitting around what resembled an assembly of broken legged seats around an equally beaten up table. The occupants of the house however wore very beaten clothing and appearances, with the exception of his mother's ring, which was the only thing that reminded the family of their originally high status until the events of the cultural evolution in the Maple World. While he was busily comforting his sister, his mother aimlessly stared at the filthy hands of his family's antique wall mounted clock, it also happened to be broken, so staring into it meant no good at all.
" What's happened to papa?" His sister's childish cry pierced the eerie silence, " Is he coming back for supper?"

" He's all right.." stammered my mother, " Now children, go to sleep and when you wake up, he'll be with you smiling." She then attempted to smile at us, however, the scars of sorrow had already burnt into her face, it was nearly obvious that she was worried of some epidemic. As my sister walked into our makeshift room, I stood out of my seat and walked over to my mother.

" Mom..." I breathed out, " What's wrong?"

"Nothing... Now to bed before you're-" I interjected, " Mom, I'm not three, tell me what happened." She sighed, " Your right son... It's just... I'm worried..."

I interjected before she could burst into a stream of tears, " It's alright Mom, maybe hes just run into something or what not. Just... Just don't put all the stress on yourself..."

"Sorry..."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, just get some sleep and we'll see what happens, alright?"

She smiled wearily, " I guess your, right boy" She then hugged me tight before standing up and leaving toward her bed. I wearily clambered off my chair and walked into my makeshift room. Almost the instant I lifted the cloth hanger up, I was tackled by an energetic girl of 12 years of age, also known as my sister.

" Bro!" She shouted delightfully.

"Whats up? Sis, now can you get off me?"

"Sure thing" she smiled lovingly at me before tumbling off onto the floor mat ( We slept on mats which often got insect infestations) " Anyway, what's with dad today?"

" Dad?" I questioned " What's wrong with him?" I quizzically asked.

"Oh don't play stupid, why hasn't he shown up at home yet." She sounded worried. " I mean, he's never out this late, what's happening-!"

I shushed her before adding,"Argia, light does not worry about insecurity, it brushes past all stands in its way."

She blushed as she did whenever I mentioned her namesake, I continued, " SO anyway, what I mean is that you should just forget about this dilemma, life is too short to worry about one thing."

"Alright, I'll go to sleep..." She then preceded to curl up into a ball on her mat, " Good night brother..."

"And a good night to you too..." He yawned and fell onto his sleeping base, he slept for about a few minutes before he felt a slight nudging at his base.

"What?" He inquired sleepily.

"Nothing, it's just that... I wish I had your attitude." She said softly

"Well in that case, I would love to have yours." They both laughed before falling asleep once again.

Little did he know that his world would soon collapse starting from the next awake...


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P.S. Argia means light in another language. I'm planning on naming the Black Mage Marcus Antonous Ravous or whatever wierd name i can think of...