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Chapter seven: The cursed

"Where did you find her!" an old man demanded with furry. A young man stood before him, carrying a woman in his arms.

"Near the stream…she's dead," the man answered coldly as he calmly started walking towards the small village in front of them.

"Are you mad? We will die of disease if you keep her corpse; don't you think we have enough problems with the curse that bestows upon us!" the elder man tried to reason with him.

"Our people have been cursed for centuries, aren't you used to it by now?" the young man asked as he continued on with his march. The man then rolled his greenish eyes and replied angrily: "That's not the point Syran! Get rid of her now!"

Syran then stopped and faced him.

"Seriously Kino, are you afraid?" Syran questioned while starring at the old man straight in his eyes.

"No! But…" he started but was abruptly cut off by Syran.

"Then stop yelling!"

"But…what are you going to do?"

"I'll speak to my father about her and see if she can still be saved…" Syran simply said to the old person.

"You know your father hates humans! And plus she has already passed away." This time Syran turned around with velocity, obviously annoyed. The young woman was getting heavier in his arms, but he concealed his tiredness.

"Kino, haven't you noticed? She's a Summoner! Just look at the way she's dressed!" the young man exclaimed in astonishment.

"I see no difference between her and a normal human being…" Kino mumbled. Syran then turned around and entered the village.

A gloomy place, it was; all the inhabitants seemed to stare at the human with intense hate, and glanced at Syran and Kino with surprise. At the end of the small and dark town, was a temple, Kino heard Syran let out a heavy sigh before entering and the only thing the elder man could do was to wait for him, outside the temple his head bowed down in shame…

"Farther, I found her lying in the woods, near a stream while I was hunting…" Syran confessed. His father was a strong man, with short grey hair and pale yellow eyes.

"What do you want me to do Syran?" the man demanded with annoyance as he stared at the woman in his son's arms.

"I want you to bring her back to life…dad"

"No…"

"Why? She's a summoner!"

"Because, I detest humans…" his father replied ferociously.

"Why do you? What did they do to you!" Syran yelled in anger.

"Syran, we are cursed because of what the humans did!"

"Still! That doesn't mean that all of them are bad, take the summoners for instance!"

His father then remained silent.

"Father, heal her…or else," Syran warned as he laid the girl down on the cool stone floor and grabbed a long golden sword that was suspended on the wall of his dad's chamber.

"Don't be foolish my son," the farther told him "For, it never does any good to anyone."

"Father, I warned you!" Syran shouted as he braised himself to attack.

"No, stop that…"

"Not unless you heal this summoner!" Syran replied nastily as if a sudden crisis of anger had struck him.

"No! I will not heal her, is that understood!"

"Very well then…"

Syran then sprinted to his farther and swung the broad sword across his abdomen, the man before him screeched in pain.

"Sy-ran h…how co-could you?" he questioned in disbelief as he grabbed his chest.

His son just stood there not saying a word, his dark blue eyes welling up with tears.

"I had to do it, and I won't hesitate to do it over and over again, until I've convinced you to take care of the girl."

His father shook his head in mere shame tears trickled down his cheeks as he slowly limped towards the fallen summoner and knelt down beside her. He placed a shaky hand over her chest, the girl's body then began to emit a mystical bluish color, and the man then rapidly stood up and looked at his only child, with a glacial look.

"Syran…you dishonored me, your mother, the entire village…and yet, worst of all yourself…"

"Father…"

"No! leave this village, immediately!" the father screamed in pure rage.

"Try to understand; mother was also a Hume! what did she have that differed her from the others? Tell me!" Syran ordered as his grip around the golden sword handle tightened.

"Your mother was different," his father explained distantly, as if he were in deep thoughts "…but now she is no more!"

Syran then snorted in anger "You never loved her! The only reason you married her was because she was Maester Yocun's daughter, and you hid to her the fact that you cursed. Syran exclaimed as his nostrils flared and his lips quivered with grief.

The boy's father then, mouth agape turned abruptly very pale. Syran then screamed out loud in frustration as he flung the sword to the ground and hastily scooped up the now, unconscious woman and sped out of the temple.

"Syran?" a raspy voice murmured causing the young man to turn around, startled. Syran then realized that it was Kino who stayed by the temple's stairs all that time…

"Kino? Were you waiting here all that time?" the boy asked foolishly. The old man shrugged and nodded.

"Why?"

"I wanted to know how it turned out, with the girl…and Lord Rael"

"Well she's alive, but it's pretty complicated, I must leave…"Syran blurted out as a wave of embarrassment hit him.

"Leave where?"

"I dunno! Anywhere, away from here!"

"But…why?" Kino questioned.

"Like I said: it's complicated, anyway you'll find out soon enough."

"Fine, fine…but you're not going without an appropriate weapon!" the elder man told Syran.

Kino then led the boy to his small house and gave him a long, silver sword that had some ancient writings carved on its sharp shiny blade.

"It belonged to me, but I will no longer use it: it's yours from now on…use it well," the man said as he handed the boy his former weapon. Syran then clumsily handled the sword as his eyes drifted onto the sleeping summoner, laid down on the small bed near the entrance.

'I must fight for her, I'll be her guardian…'

Syran then quickly thanked Kino and exited the small town with the slumbering woman in his arms while his sword was securely attached to his waist by a leather belt.

Hours later, after countless halts, Syran stopped by a large tree and laid the still, passed out creature in his arms next to it. He felt like someone or something was watching their every move. The boys then walked off, but made a mental note to himself that he should stay around 'her' and protect her.

Indeed, not so far away in the distance, a beast was waiting impatiently for the 'perfect' time to strike.

Soon, Syran detected the fiend amongst the leaves, and bushes that the dying trees and land offered.

He then, by reflex pulled out his sword from its leather pouch, and prepared for this upcoming combat…