Chapter 4-Death of a loved one part I

"Ugh….where am I?" Kuzoa asked himself. He was in a room, a pure white room. In one of the corners of the room, Kuzoa saw a sleeping, exhausted, and bruised Decipher. Outside, he could hear the roaring of thunder, and the splashing of rainwater.

Hi, my name is Ayumi. Strange things began happening to this land some time ago. My son, Adel, just attacked an unsuspecting stranger, and would've killed him if it weren't for me.

Decipher opened his eyes.

"Oh, I see you're awake!"

I knocked him unconscious and made him lie in bed. The stranger seemed to be wearing some new fashion trend, and was carrying a man on his back. What could he be up too?

A nurse came in. She was carrying a tray with bandages, needles, medicines and any other medical stuff you would normally find. Decipher stood up and offered to help her.

I followed these two men. I went out of our home, leaving my child behind. The door made a loud click as I locked it. I raced out into the streets of Geffen, the puddles splashing as I passed by them. The thunder was as loud as ever.

The nurse took out a needle, and put it in some medicine bottle, and sucked in the liquid. A chill passed down Kuzoa's spine. Though he wielded sharp objects, he had been afraid to actually get pierced by one of them.

"NO! DON'T!" He shouted, trying to push the nurse's arm. Unfortunately, some unknown force was restraining him. He looked at his arm, there was a needle. The mere thought of this made him shiver even more. There was a tube feeding some liquid into the needle, which in turn fed it to his body. He followed the tube and saw a bag with some liquid on top. (I dunno what it's called….lolz)

As I ran through the deserted streets of Geffen, a rogue crept up from behind me. He started harassing me, and unbuttoning my clothes, little by little. There was nothing I could do as the two men went off into the distance. I knew there was something about them…something..strange. An elf wouldn't just attack a person for no reason. Yes that's right. We are elves.

"Oh don't be silly!" The nurse said as she squirted some of the contents of the needle. The liquid turned reddish as it landed on the floor. The color of blood. "This won't hurt a bit, I assure you."

Kuzoa closed his eyes. 1….2….3..4 seconds. Nothing.

"Let's just get this over with!" Nothing happened.

He opened his right eye little by little, then opened them completely along with the left one. The nurse now threw away the needle into the trash can.

"I thought you were going to inject me with something?"

"I did."

Elves lose their magic as time passes. Every one-hundred years, we have to be struck by magic from another entity, thus, restoring our magical-selves, if we don't we turn into marionettes: soul-less bodies that linger in different parts of this world. Younger elves who do not get magic turn into dwarves that kill everything in its path.

"Wait, why is Decipher lying down on the floor again?"

"He just drank his medicine, so he's a bit drowsy."

"and WHY does he need medicine?"

"I think he was attacked a while ago."

Probably, my child was ready to take on a life of magic, and decided to attack a stranger in the hopes that he will use his magic against him. That was okay for us in Aflheim, the realm was ours, and the humans that wandered into it had no rights, but this time it's the other way around. Could my son have turned into a dwarf? No! I will not have that!

"BY WHAT?"

"A small child, not so long ago, I believe. But he's fine now."

"Why would a small child attack him?"

"Please don't!" I cried. The rogue, by now, had fully undressed me.

"Who's here to stop me? The rogue replied as he played with my breasts.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"

"Who was that?" Kuzoa asked.

"Oh God! Some woman is being harassed by a rogue!"

"Rogues! Despicable!" Kuzoa jumped out of bed, removed the needle on his arm and headed outside.

Geffen's streets were lined with stones. Rough stones. Kuzoa was in bare feet, but still ran towards the lady. As he ran, the puddles of water splashed, and the lightning and thunder grew louder. He drew out his knives and threw them at the rogue. The sneaky little rat moved out of the way, and the woman was hit instead. The rogue ran away the moment he saw the inscriptions on the knives. Kuzoa went over to the lady, and apologized as many times as he wanted to, for he had just killed an innocent woman.

"Please! Tell my son the news!"

"No! We can still save you!"

"It's too late."

A week had gone by. Kuzoa couldn't help but feel guilty, and visited her grave by the outskirts of Geffen with each passing day. He was wearing a casual attire today: a simple outfit: black polo with black pants…..out of sorrow and guilt.

"How ironic! In an attempt to save her, I was the one who killed her…..sigh. Fate is so cruel sometimes….."

As he lay down the flowers he had bought for today, he heard a rustling of leaves. He didn't mind it though. The sun was up, and shining bright. Who would possibly be stupid enough to perform an assassination in the middle of the day against an assassin?

He heard it again. Whatever "it" was….it was getting closer.

"Is it just me, or am I being a little bit insecure?" He said to himself as he drew out his knives. As he stood up, he looked around the place. Then it happened.

Something crept up from behind him, and said "Yes you are."

Kuzoa was used to these amateur assassins, so turned around….only to find….

"WAA! DECIPHER?"

Decipher's face was directly in front of him, save a few inches.

"Just woke up. So….THIS is what you've been doing everyday huh?"

"It's just that…….ugh, I feel so guilty. I killed her."

Kuzoa could've sworn a tear trickled down his face. He couldn't see very well now. There was a lot of water in his eyes. Tears perhaps? No. It couldn't be.

"I'll leave you to your pain now…" Decipher said as he calmly walked down the steps into Geffen.

"No! I'm not crying!"

"You can't hide your emotions from me. Anyway, I'm checking out the tower, you coming?"

Kuzoa remembered the woman's last words.

"Please! Tell my son the news!"

He knew these words would haunt him if he didn't do the woman's last request…so he went through with it.

"I have some….things..to do."

"Suit yourself."

The only problem was WHERE to start. He looked around the whole city, but didn't even know how to find him. He didn't know the child's name nor did he know the mother's. It was as if it would just strike him just like that.

"Ugh….this is going nowhere!"

He put his hands inside his pockets and closed his eyes while walking.

"At least I don't stand out today, I'm not wearing that skeletony outfit, whoever thought of that dress code for assassin crosses anyway?"

"Ouch!" He bumped a door. How stupid of him!

Kuzoa opened his eyes and saw a door. There was a drawing on it. He examined it with his hands.

"Odd, this woman in the picture looks a lot like that woman who just died…"

Then it hit him.

"THIS IS IT!"

He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. Nothing. He was forced to just barge in. When he got it, he felt a weird feeling. The air was so stuffy, the windows were all closed. All the other doors were locked, and the stairs were completely destroyed.

He was forced to jump up to the second wall. He grabbed the ledge, and pushed upward. There was but a single room in this floor. He approached it, and opened the door.

The sun was shining brightly today. The clouds drifted in the sky, and Decipher was daydreaming again.

"What a wonderful day!" He took in one deep breath.

"I should check out the tower though…….sigh…goodbye clouds!"

He got on his feet, a strong gust of wind blew by, blowing his clothes and hair. The sun shone brighter than ever. It was directly above head, and was now burning Decipher's skin.

He took his bag and drew out what seemed to be a hat made with reed leaves. He wore it on his head, and it gave him shade against the sun.

As he walked over to the tower, he noticed many children playing around, and teenage magus flirting with each other. They were all carrying books and pens and stuff. Probably their break time from their arcane lessons.

A guard stopped him from entering the tower. He wore a peculiar dress. An eagle's head-like helmet and a cape. Purple at that.

"Only magus who attend school, or people with permission may enter."

"But I just want to see—"

"No buts."

"Then I'll have to get rough with you."

With a snap of his fingers, the guard dropped down immediately.

"Works every time! Good old soul burn!"

Geffen tower looked a lot like……the Schweicherbil academy. Classrooms, observatories and the such. Typical school-like interior. At the far end of the hall, he saw an elevator.

"Wow. They have elevators here? That wasn't there before!"

He pushed the down button, and the button lit up with a bright yellow. The numbers on top of the elevator doors read 493.

"This is going to take a while……."