Author's Notes:
Hello… sigh so now I'm posting another fic even though the others aren't finished yet... But well... it breaks the monotony of having to think about two fics… I have the next chapter of my two other fics but they are not yet ready for uploading… I have to edit them first... No need to worry about me messing up because of having three fics to update… rather worry about me having writer's block… LOLZ! Curse you writer's block! Why do you have to exist anyway?!
I really hope you like this fanfic. The plot won't be evident until the later chapter probably 3 or 4… Please review.
I don't own Ragnarok Online but the plot and the characters in this story are mine. Please don't copy it! Thanks!
FORGOTTEN LEGACY
PROLOGUE
The moon was high on the sky, shedding light on the eerie forest. Full and round, the moon looked down on Rune Midgard, observing as humans struggled for their lives in the monster-infested world they were in.
Somewhere in the middle of the dense forest blazed a fire. It wasn't really as big as one would prefer. The fire was only tiny, its light reaching only a few feet from itself. Its fiery essence could not even ward off the smallest of monsters, thus, it could not promise protection for those who seek haven in its wantonness. It wasn't even enough to roast a poring. Warmth was the only thing it could provide, but it was barely enough for an adult person.
A lone figure could be seen staring at the tiny fire, apparently lost in thought. He was sitting on a ruggedly-surfaced rock placed about two feet from the fire. A backpack was placed to his right and beside it stood a bag of assorted arrows that was almost half-empty. A custom-made, elunium-cased bow fashioned after a gakkung was laid, like a discarded piece of junk, beside the backpack.
The man was wearing dirty gray pants and brown tights underneath loose brown shorts and white shirt. His dark brown hair was short and disheveled. Shadows could be seen under his eyes, an obvious sign of fatigue and lack of sleep. His normally smiling deep-violet eyes looked so dull and lifeless, lacking its usual luster.
The huntsman ran his hands over his face. Shaking his head, he tried to ward off the welcoming state of sleepiness. Ever since he entered this forest 3 days ago, he had not slept a wink. For three days, he wandered through the forest, stopping only to rest his tired limbs for a while. It was agonizing. His body was screaming for him to take a full one-night sleep but he could not succumb to that strong yearning. Countless times, monsters have attacked him in the dead of the night. For him to sleep and let his guard down would mean his death.
'I'm so tired…," he whispered, running his hands over his hair.
Body and soul could feel his weariness. His mind was in disarray. Only two things was on his mind… that of finishing his mission and the haunting desire to rest that would pop into his consciousness once in a while.
He opened his backpack, getting a bottle of water and an apple. Munching on the apple, he allowed himself to drift into the stream of memories he felt weren't his. They felt so alien and foreign, like an ancient legacy… remembered but yet forgotten.
A ghostly smile appeared on his lips as he reminisced about his past. It was a peaceful life. Not much was going on but he welcomed it. He felt content and happy. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that it will all end in a snap of a finger…
Reminded by the reason for this madness, he crashed back into reality where he had no one… he was all alone… only by himself.
Finishing his apple quickly, the hunter drank some water and then deposited the bottle back into his ever-loyal backpack.
He fished out a map of Midgard from his pocket. This map was the only thing he could afford. He couldn't spare any more zeny for the map if he was to survive this journey. And so now he was suffering for that minute mistake. But well… where he was going was a place no one no longer knew… It was a forgotten place…
He laid the map 2 feet from the blaze. He studied it for a while, his gaze locked on a spot in the map. He leaned closely, careful as not to burn his hair but close enough so he could see the details.
"This spot is where I am located…," he said to himself.
He could feel the frustration building up as he continued staring at it. The map was useless. It pictured the forest as a clump of trees and nothing more. No paths, no directions, no anything… And it ended there… The map didn't say anything about his destination. Yet, he was in that forest… Well, it was said in the ancient legend books of the Pronteran library that this was the path to that secluded place.
He hoisted himself into a sitting position, close his eyes, then gritted his teeth to stop himself from channeling his anger and frustration on the stupid map. He needed it to guide him home when he finishes his mission so he could not tear it up and let the fire eat it.
The huntsman folded his map and deposited it in his pocket. He sat back down on the rock where he was on earlier. He put his hands over his temple and began to massage it to calm himself down.
I'm lost…
Shaking his head, he tried to clear his foggy mind. He stood up and then picked up his bow.
Time to think is all need... I need to know where in the world I am…
The hunter picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.
When I figure it where I am… then I'll be able to go on…
He picked up his bag of arrows and strapped it over his back.
An icy wind blasted through the forest. The fire struggled against it but to no avail… The huntsman was surrounded by darkness, only the eerie glow of the moon was present to light his path.
"Death is not an option…"
Walking out of the clearing, he pulled an arrow from his quiver and set it in the string of his bow. Overcome with determination, he set forth on his journey to the unknown destination, not minding the fatigue and discomfort his body was experiencing.
---- TO BE CONTINUED ---
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Sorry for some mistakes in the fic.. Please bear with it, I'll edit it when I have time. Please leave a review! Until the next chapter…
