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One name, Two sides
Walking down the dark path, one could only imagine how anyone could see in the dark so well. Dragged by the figure in the front, hearing only the sound of his own footsteps and not a single sound from the female assassin. "Whats your name?" Crest ask as she dragged the boy down the stairs. "Never had one...." the boy answered.
"He was like one of us," Crest thought, born to this world without an identity. No one believed, not even had faith in their kind of people, growing up in that environment with no moral guidance. Not a single straight path to follow, they could be led to the path of destruction. Maybe it was fate that the boy was brought to them.
Opening the door, Crest led the boy into the room. Within the room was eight beds, closets beside them, a table in the middle and a weapon rack. Opening one of the closet, Crest took out a set of novice clothes and hand it over to the boy. "Here, change into this." The boy accept with trembling hands. Sencing the fear in the boy, Crest assured him that it was alright to take the clothes, telling him that he was now one of them from this moment on.
"But...but...your master did not say he let me live here,"the boy said with unease. "The Master had approved of your pressence, else he won't had given the order of providing your needs.........thats the kind of person the Master is." Listening to those words, tears started forming in the boy's eyes. Crest weep those tears away from his eyes, after which she turn and leave the room so that the boy can change into his new set of clothings.
Outside the door, Crest felt a slight miscomfort inside her, seeing that look on the boy. She remember, throughout her fourteen years of living, her happiest time was when her master found her in the streets of the Morroc 7 years ago.
Flash Back
As darkness of the night covered the streets of Morroc, it would seem as if light is engulfed. A young girl no older the seven yrs, was hidding in the shadow, waiting for a victim to steal from. Yes she was a thief, it was never by choice, its was the only way to survive for an orphan. Loud stamping of metal boots was getting louder, as she prepared to steal from her first victim of the night.
Coming her way, was a armoured figure, clearly a drunken knight of Prontera. A smile appeared on her face, an easy target. Stepping out of the shadow, she slowly made her way towards the knight. The tenstion was building up in the girl's mind, whether or not she would succeed. Taking her chances, as she walk pass the knight, her tiny fingers moved with such speed, grabbing on to the knight's money pouch.
But she was caught by the collar by the drunken knight, "THIEF, give me back my money." Snatching his money pouch back, he said "And the punishment is DEATH BY THE SWORD." Removing his sword from the sheath, the girl cried at the thought of dieing. Just as the sword was about to strike the head of the girl, a loud shout "SHIELD BOOMERANG". In a blink of an eye, the sword was knock out of the knight's hand.
Turing around, the knight came face to face with a stranger. The stranger spoke with much anger in his voice, "You whom bared yourself as a knight of the holy city would kill a mere child?". That look in his eyes, that scar on his face, the knight knew whom the stranger was. "You...you..are the criminal Jaucifer, exiled crusader of the guild....." Before the knight could finish his sentence, he was beheaded by the stranger's sword.
Seated on the cold, bloody floor, the girl was still crying. "What is you name and where is your family girl?" "I...i...have no......name....and....family," cired the girl. Reaching his hands out to the girl, "Come, follow me, from this day onwards, I will be your family .......... and your name shall be Crest, symbolize the brightest full moon in the evening sky." The weeping little girl reach out her tiny hand and hold onto her new family. Both of them look up, seeing the clouds uncovering the full moon, lighing up the darkness of the night.......
End of Flash Back
Till now, that once little girl had grown to a fine teenager and had always stay loyal to her Master. Along the way, they came across other orphans whom too had came under her Master's wing. A knock on the door interrupted her throughts. Opening the door, she saw the boy in his new clothes, "You look good in those, now rest up. The Master will call for you in a short while later."
Meanwhile, sound of chains could be heard on the other side of underground settlement. The captive bounded with chains was escorted to the deepest, darknest part of the lockup. "KILL ME ALREADY, I WONT BETRAY MY GUILD!" shouted the captive. Feeling irritated by the consant shouting, the crusader signalled Kairi to silent the captive. Still wearing his helmet, the crusader spoke in a much deeper voice so as to hide his identity.
"Don't bother to try your magic here, this prison is protected with anti- magic field. Your death would not benifit me so I wont kill you and I mean what I say," saying so he made a symbol across his heart, an ancient symbol known only to holy man/woman of God.
"Hawk, keep a close eye on the captive.....and see that no harm is done to her," ordered by the cursader. Hawk bowed in response to his master's wish, as the other disappeared into the darkness of the path leading to the outside. "Now keep quiet you hear, " he said as he sat down on the chair, facing the captive.
Sylve did not hear whatever Hawk had said, she was shock as how that crusader came to know about the anicent symbol. A symbol that represent the holy pact, a boundage to his words. Any action after which could break his promise, would mean death by the sword of God.
Thoughts ran through Sylve's head, "A blood-thirsty killer like him, there was no way he could have the faith to embrace the symbol to his heart. Were the rumours about him leading the unholy army of undead to destory Juno true? Did my eyes deceived me that incident 10 years ago, was he the one who led that army?........"
Flash Back
Flame was blazing everything in its path, consuming the city's lifeforce, turning it into a sea of red-blooded wasted land. The last few survivers, included Sylve and her group of friends. Exhausted and depleted of Sp, they had no more means of surviving the next wave of undead. Some time ago, news had travelled to their ears. Reports stated that the undead had gathered and was being lead by a human, an exiled crusader believed to be tainted by the Dark Lord.
"Teleport out of here......we need to regroup." One of her companion, taken out a bag of Butterfly Wings and distributed one to each of the members. A piece of paper, hidden by the Butterfly Wing was handed over to Anjo, one of the last surviving member. There was a flash of light, one by one, the survivers telelported to their stronghold, all except one who still remain in the buring city..
Realising the paper in Anjo's hand, the guild leader took a look at it .The content inside proved too shocking. The message that was written was this: "Faith had forsaken me, God had rejected me. Only the unholy welcome me into their ranks. This was what I was born for, it was what I lived for, the unholy war against God and its church. With hated,.....Jaucifer....Signed in blood........." Since then, that unholy army disappeared without a trace.
End of Flash Back
Was it really him? Was it another person? She still didn't believe it up till now. Was he same person whom she had grown up with? So many question, no answer was given. But the strange part was, the church wanted him alive, no matter whats the cost.
A/N: So how was it? I know it was my first story and its short but PLEASE! I need reviews, comments and suggestions! Oh and no flames... thank you!