What It Needs to be Happy

by SethRyne

Before anything else, I'd like to clarify that I do not own Ragnarok or even pRO. They belong to someone else, which is Boss Ben Colayco of Level Up! and the Mahwah of course by Master Lee Myung-Jin.

The occurrences in this story is a product of my deranged imagination, fueled by my aggravation towards Calculus and fed by my anger towards DOST! (Where are our allowances you SCUM!) Ma'am Zinnia Joke lang!

Chapter 1: The Man by the Fireplace

"Listen carefully child, we have much to talk about." A man towered over her, speaking in a voice she knew all too well. How long has it been since she last heard his voice? She cannot remember. Yet, the memory of it remained in her mind.

She knew this man. She knew him to be that man who used to take her out for strolls in the park. The man who used to sing her to sleep and tell her stories when she lay awake at night. The same man who left her years ago because he was bound to service for the country. The same who would soon take her dreams away.

She looked at him now, as he stood by the fireplace his sword hung to his waist, his armor polished clean and his posture ramrod straight, trying to remember each and every detail of his face.

She knew after all, that this would be the only chance she will get to look at him so. He would be leaving again. Perhaps tomorrow, at the break of dawn, not even saying when he will be coming back.

"What is it, Sire?" The young girl asked slightly fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

The man said naught. He just looked her, as if to scrutinize each and every fold of her dress. This made her nervous all the more. When suddenly...

"Tomorrow.." the man by the fireplace began. "Tomorrow... you will be turning 12. Am I correct?" He asked once again focusing his attention towards the fireplace.

"Yes, Sire. You are correct." The young girl answered meekly.

"Very well... You shall begin your training to become a knight, tomorrow."

The young girl's head shot up at that. "A knight, Sire?" She questioned.

The man looked up from the fireplace to fix his gaze on the young girl. "Yes. A knight. Do you have a problem with my decision?" The man asked, his voice, daring the girl to object but knowing that she would not.

And he was right.

"No, Sire. If it is your wish that I be a knight..." She began her head bowed, her voice low and quivering from unshed tears. "Then, I shall be a knight."

She did not know if the man was happy with her assent, for he showed no sign of it. HE just stood there, as before the leaping flames from the fireplace.

There was a pregnant silence before the Knight answered.

"You chose well, I am pleased." The knight said without even glancing at her direction. "I actually thought that you would be like your sisters. Insubordinate. All of them."

The girl could do not but look at her feet. What could she say after all? She was just a child. She had nothing on this knight.

"Very well," the knight continued. "You shall be put under the tutelage of Sir Leon Von Frisch. A dear friend of mine. I shall inform him of your arrival and I shall specifically request that he does not take anything lightly with you. Knowing you, you'd probably be lazing about instead of following your lessons."

"Yes, Sire. That would be for the best."

The knight turned and faced her. "Very well then, I must be off. Do well remember your manners once you are in the knight training." And he began to walk towards the door.

The girls head shot up in alarm. "You are leaving, Sire? Already? But you have just arrived!"

The man stopped his pace and glanced at the young girl. "I have work to be done in Alberta and it requires my immediate attention."

"But..."

"Do not question my actions, girl! Know your place and stay there!" His voiced boomed over the hall before he finally turned his back and walk towards the main door.

The girl tried to go after him, as fast as her legs could carry her.

"Sire! Sire!" She called out as she ran. But it was for naught.

The knight swung himself over his black stallion and took off. Not even sparing a single backwards.

The girl stopped at the manor steps, watching as the knight vanished beyond the hills.

"Goodbye, Father."