His witnessing of an unnatural phenomena was duly noted. Rall knew something like their achievement—nay, he would never take something un-belonging to him. Much less from his own father.
Sevile Mahena's achievement—of slaying a creature of that level was without a doubt something unprecedented. He had more celebrated birthdays of his mother than he had heard about such occasions.
Rall could tell that the Haemanthia was definitely higher than a tier one. A deadly hunter was definitely too much for an average Solidified like his dad.
Of course, If Rall had known that the Haemanthia was infact a fatal hunter he would have lost his mind.
But he was a clarified witness of such an event. And thus he could only mutter to himself as the grotesque sounds of flesh, oak and thickly bloodied petals enflored: pestered his ears dully as filtered by the rain.
Rall:"You...were far more stubborn than I thought old man."
After waiting for a moment to pass he began walking towards Sevile as quickly as he could, careful not to trip over the red jades fattening the floor.
Rall:"This rain...it shows no signs of stopping."
He made such an observation without negligence, the fact of an incessant rain meant more of such creatures like the Haemanthia are to lurk further.
*HISsss..his*
With that thought, he looked ahead towards the slowly drifting steam.
As he had mentioned, the occurance of a solid's blade severing the life of a Fatal or deadly is astonishing.
Yet...such a feat came not without a price.
Dissipating further that translucent steam pummelled to null by the onpour...revealed the man behind the miracle.
Sevile:"...*ghuh*...*cough*...."
Covered in blood. hollowd: his cheeks...
Looking at that sight presented to him...Rall bit his lips scornfully, his eyes shivering with guilt.
...Greyed out hair, bald spots ugly on his scalp and haphazardly spotted around, thinned out body and frail the image.
There lacked a handsome face, there lacked a lush hair with but a senile tint of grey, there lacked the hard earned muscle upon his limbs and torso, there lacked the eyes brimming with humourous glint, there lacked...
...his age.
Assuradly, a price exacted was the lead behind such a miracle. The miracle of the Enervation veil; behind such veils lies grotesque faces doth not?
Sevile:"Hurg...aah...."
His mouth opened tiredly, letting rain fall on his gums where teeth were absent.
Rall:"Im here...dad."
Sevile:"haa...agu."
Rall knew he cannot wait any longer, there was no time. But yet. His fists were clenched tight.
He stepped forward, he tried to make haste but those simple steps themselves were too much.
Did I fail you mom?
He had no such thoughts by his own will, yet his mind came to such destinations anyway.
Rall:"...Come on dad, a healer could patch you up when we get to the port."
It was cruelly ironic that he himself as a healer lacked a way to help his father. He could only patch up the stub missing an arm that still bled through roughly healed patches woefully.
That being said...
Sevile:"..."
What hurt the most, was to see his own father mind broken and in such a pitiful state.
Holding his arms, Rall felt as though they would crumble. He couldn't see a sign of awareness in his eyes.
Rall:"—hagh."
He hiced, the sorrow within his heart climbing out and bursting as such. It hurt. It hurt too much.
He hoisted Sevile's old boney body on his back and began walking through the jade bed.
He tried his hardest not to cry. If he did he might collapse. That collapse would be the end of them.
Tap...Tap...Tap..TapTap...TapTapTapTapTap
So he began to run.
He just ran, after he runs to the house he left his mom in he would somehow have to take the both of them to the port.
I don't know how...but I'll have to. Before dad...
He Needed to bringabout that miracle. He Wanted to.
Seville:"—AH!"
With a pained scream, Sevile fell into a coughing fit. Making Rall stop dead in his tracks. Skidding to a stop.
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Rall:"Dad!? DAD! What happened? Speak to me fucking damn it! —Please! Are you okay?"
Sevile:"Augh...*cough*."
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There came no sane words. Seville was but a husk feeling pain.
*Grit*
His cheek bones stretched taut as Rall clenched heavily on his teeth. What about it that his own father was reduced to this?
He felt a deep despair that made his heart feel numb.
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Nonetheless he moved. He had done all that he could to try and stay silent. He could not scream for that would call upon more monsters.
Yet...such endeavours were naught but pipe dreams as he felt a heart stop beating.
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Rall:"..."
...it was inevitable that he cried.
Rall:"—AAAHHHHHHHHH!!"
That harrowing mourning was to be a delectable feast for the cruel rain; it's maw's shallow mercy to unallow man and monster to hear such mourning.
In that rain he carried his father.
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He carried them both. His mother and father.
Yet he felt as though both were gone. Not a single cheer for reaching the port.
???:"I-Is that you? Rall mahena right? We worked in the battelion once."
He couldn't quite tell who it was. He couldn't register much in the first place, why would he be able to do so when he can't even look at his own mother's face?
???:"It's me cartel. Get moving! Or the ships will depart. Go for the middle one on the right I'll keep a room for you and your family."
With a hurried gesture the man named cartel turned around to walk away.
The port was heavy with panic and anxiety, people of all ages were running up the ships with menial luggage loads as the crews got everything readied as quickly as they could.
The rain hadn't stopped, the ocean was chaotic as waves crashed the port. Sending waves of water to hit the legs of anyone close. A child or two can be washed away into the sea if they were not careful.
At that point, it was clear that even the Ocean was a gamble. But It was far better than what began to roam and conquer lagandra.
Rall:"Wait, Cartel...Where are Ma'am Mercelle and Mr.Mark?"
He had to ask. He knew that the ocean monster that Mercelle had tamed was the leeway for them to leave the country by sea.
Thus the question was; where is the one behind our saving grace?
To that...the given answer was simply so—
A shake of the head. A slow but deliberate shake.
Rall:"Ah..."
A bitter feeling welled up inside his heart again. The one he looked upto was also gone.
With a shake of his own head and a moment of silence spent he turned to the side and kneeled.
Rall:"Mom...can you move?"
She was on the ground on her knees. Hugging the old decrepit corpse close. Her eyes glazed over by a sheen of teary mist.
With a gritted teeth he hugged her.
Rall:"I'm so sorry...it's my fault for—"
Centa:"—i love you. My dear son."
His eyes shook as he heard those words. Words uttered in a tone he never met with his ears.
Centa:"You are our pride and joy...Sevile always had high hopes for you, you know? He wanted to see you married and have children and spoil them rotten...."
Her eyes were dull with no shine, yet misty; they were not longer.
Centa:"...let's not be late"
Her hand stretched out as she carresed his cheek and left his embrace. Slowly putting Sevile's corpse down on the floor as she stood.
Rall:"...Are...you okay?"
He wasn't okay. But he needed mom to be okay. He wanted her to be Okay. Please be okay.
Centa looked down from above at his kneeling form and bent forwards a little.
—chu.
Giving his forehead a kiss and returning she trembled slightly with a slight hic up before speaking once more. Outrageous her words for any outsider.
Centa:"Le-Leave...dad here. He always said that he wanted his body to be washed by the sea."
It wasn't untrue. Lagandra had a culture of sending the dead off into the sea. It is a way of representation regarding how it is said that the progenitor king's wife washed up to the shore of lagandra like a treasure.
"Treasure be returned to the great blue" Greatfully departuring with the dead who were treasured is the way.
Rall nodded before looking at Sevile's body. He felt a taste of sour on his tongue to leave the body so carelessly. Yet he picked it up and moved it closer to the incoming waves so that they may take back their kin.
Rall:"...Are you sure mom? Don't you want to be close to dad?"
He couldn't help the tears flowing down his eyes. Mother always had told him that she would be buried next to her father and son.
Centa looked on, not a tear to be found. Finally a smile graced her lips as though she felt a relief that comes after crossing over a great ordeal.
Centa:"Your lady can't be without your father. But you can only move forwards."
Saying so she began walking towards one of the ships. Her gait like a noble's. He voice had been similar to her stuck up noble like attitude as well.
Rall had no smile on his lips as he saw her get on board without him. He could only mourn silently of his father. He even felt slightly mad at her for being able to get over Seville so easily—Alas. He was simply admiring her strength that he lacked.
—As the waves began to wuther wildly he himself boarded the ship. Getting greeted by his dully smiling mother who held his hand and pulled him to their room.
*Ooooooo*
As the ships sailed without the horns blaring a large sound of a whale pierced the ears of many. Knowing they're safe the remaining populace of lagandra had begun their voyage to other lands. Ships spreading out to leave for different countries.
And Rall...could only sleep in his bed next his mother in an attempt to comfort her. Hoping he may wake up to everything being a dream.
As the night went by, by midnight's passing he found Centa missing from the bed.
Rall:"Mom!?"
He ran out the room in a hurry, his legs tumbling about as he fell down some stairs, wakinh up many passangers who began their search alongside him.
In the end, by dusk...Only one had survived out of the three.
He looked on at the waves as he mustered a single thought. His eyes cold.
"You truly couldn't live without dad..."
Centa:"Your lady can't be without your father. But you can only move forwards."
"So...your telling me to move forwards while you stay back with dad?"
He felt anger coarse through his veins. What was the point of a need if it wasn't a want? Now what was the point of both if you won't reach your needs nor wants?
He wanted and he needed to save Seville. He couldn't. He wanted and he needed Centa to be okay. She wasn't.
With a heave as though out of breath and in need of vomiting he buckled over the fence.
He didn't want to barf out anything. So he could only remain suffering in such a contradiction as someone arrived with careful steps from behind.
*Step* *Step.*
???:"Yo...uh you look terrible. If you want I can give you this medicine."
He was a man with marine blue hair and turquoise purplish irises. He wore a simple suit and tie while holding a Certain type of medice.
Rall who was still heaving looked back at that man, his eyes watering from his thoughts.
Seeing this the man smiled empathetically.
???:"Cold aren't you? To not even answer...im Ray alove."
His words were unscathing as he opened the medicine and gave two tablets to Rall along with a glass of water. It was clear that the man had deliberately come to rall after seeing his symptoms of fatigue and nausea.
Ray:"—Also a failure who couldn't keep a promise. But likewise we need to move on."
Taking the madicine, Rall was helped with water by Ray. Kindling a friendship that will be lasting.
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Arthur:"—MR.SEVILLE HELD OUT THAT LONG!?"
He hadn't gotten the most accurate time from Rall who was unpresent during Seville's fight with the Haemanthia. But it was definitely close to at least 8 to maximum 20 minutes.
What kind of beast was he!?
Argus screamed out in his head as Arthur remained astonished. He felt a sense of despair and a weird sense familiarity at Rall's tragic past but the feats held by Seville was still too ridiculous for him to let go.
Rall:"Isn't he great?...He was always a stubborn bastard you see."
The respectful Uncle Rall calling someone a bastard seemed weird but as the person in question was his own father it made sense.
Arthur:"The word 'Great' doesn't begin cut it...sure enough his mark might have been not too great—But he is a certified genius!"
The Enervation veil was forbidden for a reason. Any above-avarge bloke would instantly turn himself into dust if he used it. You need to be quite talanted to hold it for a few minutes. Even then great changes would occur.
Arthur:"But Mr.Seville held it for minimum 12 minutes! Not to mention maybe for 20 minutes! He could have been in the same level as a High-End Mage."
Truly, Seville was a great man.
Rall:"Haha you're right...I couldn't be prouder of my pops. If only...But I gotta move on."
Smilingly faintly he had his hand raised to ruffle Arthur's hair—
???:"GR-GRANDPA! Please...! Where are you Grandpa! *sniff*"
A child's voice broke in, her sniffling: heart wrenching.
Rall:"Serf?"