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Sorry for the late update. Was busy with my work and thus haven't got the time to sit down and write.
False Truth?
Tapping sound of a finger against a wooden table could be heard echoing throughout the void of the underground hallway. Suddenly, a loud banging sound and furious shouting interrupted the peace. Clinching onto a note in his hand was a man dressed in the all so familiar uniform of a blacksmith. Shouting at six other blacksmiths standing in front of him. Renowned throughout the port City of Aldebaran, he is the Guild leader Red. The story behind the name was due to his red hair, ruby-red eyes and the most likely reason, a short-fused temper.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Red shouted in a angry tone, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN! THE SIX OF YOU COULD EVEN LOSE SIGHT OF HER!!" Trembling, one of the blacksmith answered, "But .....but Sir, the locator could not detect her location." Banging his fist on the table, the impact caused damage of the table, "GET OUT!" In an instance, the six blacksmiths disappeared from Red's raging sight.
"Where in God's name is her," he grumbled as he unfolded the note and reading it again for the fiftieth time. "Reddie-poo , just got a mission from the church. I know that you would not allow me to go, but there were rumors of him appearing around that region. I just had to find out, you understood why I don't have a choice. Don't have to cook my dinner tonight. Love you always Sylve."
Though he might appeared as cold as steel in front of his men, but the fact still remained. The fact that he was worry about his wife. This was the first time, she had leave for the longest period without a single reply being sent back to him. Walking in circle around the damaged table, he began to ponder whether any one would know about the whereabouts of his wife.
"Church....church.......THAT'S IT, IT MUST BE THAT DELUDED FOOL!" Red exclaimed. In a not so-far distance, in the church of Prontera, a loud sneeze escaped from a mouth of a High Priest. "That was a bad sneeze. Who could be talking about me? The last time I sneeze this bad was because of that red furred baboon." The priest was giving a lesson on healing spell to a class of appreciate acolytes when he sneezed. After rattling for a couple more minute, he announced the end of the lesson much to the students' delight. Dismissing the student, he walked out of the class processing towards the garden.
Along the pavement, every inches of the church reminded him of a past, a part, not known to many. The garden, once filled with beauty was now laid in waste even though it was filled with flowers of different colors, it was missing something, something Padre knew along.
Shaking his mind of these thoughts, Padre reasoned himself that it was all over, his love and his friends. Nothing could ever changed the fact of that incident ten years ago, when he made a grave decision. The result of the decision had cost him the loss of a good friend/companion and the destruction of a guild. But what's done couldn't be undone, and the result of it spring a lie. A lie to save his own skin resulted the bounty on a comrade's head and the truth would be brought to the grave together with him. No others should come to know about it.
News had traveled to his ears a couple of weeks ago, an old comrade had recently appeared in several places. He was feeling happy that his comrade was alive and well, yet he was sacred for the news forwards to him was filled with death and destruction . The ringing of the church bell brought him out of his thoughts, bringing him back to reality. "The next class would be starting soon, no use in think about it for the time being."
Meanwhile in the dessert of Morroc, deep within the hidden hideout of the outlaws, Jaucifer was sitting in the planning room. Removing the metal glove from his hand, a mark tattooed on his hand was shown, it was the same mark as the one on the kid. Looking at the mark, his eyes filled with rage, as he slammed his fist on the table. Hearing the thrashing sound coming from the master's room, all the personal kept silent, not wanting to go within 20 feet of the room. For they knew, it would be suicidal to get into the master's path during that period.
Terrified by the noise, the kid started to tremble, his body shaking with fear as what was to become of him. A gentle warm touched his shoulder, looking up, he saw Crest with tears flowing down from her eyes. "The Master had being through a lot those many years alone. Not once he could rest without people after his head for the bounty on his head. He had never allow us to kill those after him, at the most only to cripple them so that they would not try hunting him again."
"The master told us its up to us whether or not to trust the talks by the tongue, using our heart to feel what we believe is the truth. After being through these much with the master, we had all laid down our lives into his hand." Saying so, Crest wiped the tears from her eyes, placing both her palms on the boy's shoulder, "he would never do those kind of unholy pact with the Dark Lord. Come, it time for you to meet the master." Supporting the boy up, Crest walked together with him along the dark hallway, leading to Jaucifer's room.
Stepping into the gate of Prontera, a group of hooded characters walking through the street, eyes fell on the group as they passed by. Anyone stand in their path, quickly move to the side, not wanting to get into their way. From the direction the group was heading was, it was obvious that they were heading the Church.
Panting from running, a young acolyte interrupted the lesson of High Priest Padre, "Sir, that's a group of hooded characters looking for you. They are waiting for you at the church garden." Nodding his head, Padre declared the lesson over. Grabbing his Soul Staff, he ordered the class to hurry to their next class as he made his way to the garden. Every step that he took, there were sign of great evil emitting from the garden.
"Who are you?" Padre exclaimed as he entered the garden, coming face to face with a hooded figure whom seem to be the leader of the pact. Without mumbling a word, the figure tossed a scroll at the feet of Padre. Keeping his eye on the group, Padre picked up the scroll. Seeing the contents in the scroll, Padre fell backward with a loud stumble. The hooded figures armed themselves with weapons, moving towards Padre, readying themselves for the kill.
A huge hammer was fling across the garden, hitting one of the hooded figure. Padre recognized the hammer, only one person in the world could had wield it, with an immature voice to go with it. "Deluded priest, are you still going to lay there!" Sensing the presence of another powerful enemy, the hooded figures disappeared from the garden.
Still shaken from the encounter, he slowly got up, but was welcomed by a punch in the face. "WHERE IS MY WIFE, PADRE!" "How the hell should I know Red." Even though they were both arguing in the midst of the church garden, Padre's mind was on the content in the scroll. "What is the truth? A set of words to save ones skin? Soon the truth will be unveiled and would be repay in blood, a blood flow by the Unholy Gail. Signed by the Exiled."
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!