FRAGMENT OF LIFE

Disclaimer: Ragnarok Online belonged to Gravity.inc and Lee Myoung JinThis fic is dedicated for asphalt who always longed to read my fic.

Telling tales

It's a world of laugh
and a world of tears
it's a world of hope
and a world of fear…

"Tell me, Father!" the Rebecca exclaimed. "Tell me those stories!"

The Assassin smiled broadly. After weeks he had gone away in missions, at last the young acolyte could meet his father. Rebecca loved his tale so much. She always admires her dad. He told her how many adventures he had past during his missions, and tales he got from the city and Towner.

"You wanna know, Rebecca honey?" the Father asked. "Well, let's wait for your little brother to come."

"Aww, c'mon, daddy, Mommy and Victor will come late!" Rebecca pleaded her father. Her mother was a wizard, and she has a little brother named Victor who was so stick to his mother, so she prefer to stay with her father. Her father was always full of tales. He had travel a lot, and he always promised her to tell her a tale when he returns.

"Can't you be patient?" the father asked. "Don't you think Victor will love to hear the new tale I found from the city?"

"No! Victor didn't want to know!" Rebecca yelled. "What is the tale, Father, what is it?" the little girl begged and begged.

The assassin smiled again. "Do you know that we need a key to go to Clock Tower's fourth floor?" he started. The acolyte lazily leaned on his lap, listening like how small girls usually listen. Her father brushes her hair with love. "Long ago three alchemist lock them for good."

"Really, daddy? Why?" Rebecca bombarded her father with question.

"One by one, Rebecca dear," the assassin calmed her. "I have found the key to Clock tower's fourth floor. And you know what is inside there? Full with fiery monsters! Dozens of alarm, ridewood, Deviruchi, and Skeleton Archer were attacking me and my friend once we arrived. Luckily we got a pretty good bowling basher with us. It takes us a lot of time, you know. They seem coming and coming."

"You defeat them, Daddy?" she asked excitedly.

"Of course!" her father said broadly. "We lost a lot of HP and SP. but we were there not to kill those alarm. We should kill the Clock Tower Manager and take the key from him. We fight and fight, until at last we kill him. We take the key and return it to Al De Baran squad."

"Cool!" Rebecca commented. "Can I go there, daddy? Can I go with you?"

"No, not now, Rebecca, you're far too young." The father replied. "But I promised when you were a priest or a monk, we will go there and defeat the clock tower manager!"

"Yay!" Rebecca yelled in glee. "Any more tales, daddy?"

The father grinned. "Alright, I know more! A tale about my friend the Rogue when he was still a thief. Here we go…"

With tales the history preserved. With tales imagination grows. These are the tales or Rune Midgard.

Author's Note: this is my first fic ever! The song above is a childhood song I've learned on preschool. I don't know who has made it. RnR please!