"Synching - 80%"
It was supposed to be an everyday dinner
My father would compliment mama on her cooking , mama would dote and worry over my interests and I would blabber about things hours on end.
Yet now my everyday life, had seemingly been put at an end.
The door breaks as 3 brigands forceful entry brought panic to my father's face
"Dear, hide our son and never show yourselves until I deem it safe."
"No, stay these are dangerous men I don't want to lose you."
"Father, don't go." I have a bad feeling about this and Eric crying doesn't help me feel any better about this.
"Don't underestimate a farmer, I'll be alright you two find a place to hide."
"If you die , I swear on my life that I'd follow you to whatever pit you are and I kill you myself."
"Haha I believe this would make me fear to let go of life,
Leaving behind a smile Father takes his trusty hoe that was set aside the dinner table and heads for the front door... to meet the intruders.
"Eric, this way."
My mother pulls me by the arm; her fragile frame a far cry from the forceful display she'd shown
Father had long since parted ways with us, meanwhile my mother and I found a barrel in a storage next to the kitchen.
Her gaze shifts between the barrel and myself before she let's out a calming breathe
Kneeling down she addressed me , her son to what appeared to be a farewell.
"My son, your mother will go to your father. I'm truly sorry for what's about to happen."
She kissed me on the forehead before chanting a spell...
I know what it is an affliction spell she's putting me to sleep ..
"NO, M-." I can't resist
The transparent blue screen came into my blurry vision as I felt my mother's embrace for the last time.
"Sleep resist - low"
"Status- Sleep"
I feel a pair of arms holding my limb body as the strings of consciousness keeps cutting. I'm placed in a confined and tight place... before sleep takes over.
"Synching - 85%"
How long has it been since I've been put asleep , I wonder.
How long have I been under this spell, I wonder
How long has it been since I last seen my parents , I wonder.
Thoughts swirl my mind as I've been void of movement
'Mother, Father ! Anyone here!'
I yell at the top of my lungs or rather this the image I project with my mind.
I've yelled for what seems to be an eternity , yet to no avail none had come to retrieve me.
'I've had enough of this.'
I shook the barrel as hard as I could until cracks started to appear
My shoulders have bloodied from the impact but I couldn't care less
'Mother , you cast the sleeping spell to protect me. Like hell will I hide while you're God knows where and suffering.'
I keep I keep hitting the barrel.
'Father, you aren't a fighter at all. You picked a hoe to fight off vagrants what sort of idiot are you... I'd give anything to tilt the land with you again. Though I'm not giving up my adventurer's path we could.'
Mother , Father hold on I'm coming!
Time has passed yet my spirit remained all there unyielding.
The cracks in the barrel give you to a hole , I keep it pushing one last time and it breaks.
- Synching - 85% -
[system]
[[YOU LEVELED UP]]
Lvl 3
[Status]
HP - 23
MP - 21
STR - 5
DEF - 3
INT - 3
DEX - 3
CHRM - 3
This video game style system kept pinging through my head as I walk through littered utensils , dried fruits and food.
"Mother!, Father! Can you hear me!."
I kept calling to my parents , yelling their names out of the top if my lungs.
"M-mother." It was mother's corpse I find first up almost unrecognisable so save for her streak of brown hair .
"Mother!, Mother!."
I scream , I wail, I bawl crying.
Holding my mothers disfigured corpse
"Mother, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if only i was stronger. None of this would have happened."
I delusionally speak to a corpse , she's no longer my mother just a disfigured body of a once beautiful money . Holding onto her I wail loudly cursing my weakness.
Infront of her is a corpse of a vagrant , I look at it anger all too consuming its already dead. His petty life snubbed out by the looks of it.
"I don't care, I'll pay you back for what you did to my mother you bastard."
I hold a knife that my mother likely used and get on top of the dead vagrant. I solemnly make note of the crow tattoo.
"The Crows!!!, you will all pay , you will all pay!."
I clutch my knife and stab the dead man again and again and again. Cutting him again and again disfiguring his body desecrating that bastard's corpse.
"Rot in hell , you bastard, rot in hell, die die die."
Hate consumed me as I blinded myself from my surroundings, as a voice from a far calls out to me.
"Son, is that you."
"Die , die,die, die."
"Son, stop!."
A bloodied hand weakly grips onto mine, I wake up from my murderous trance and find my father tattered , wounded and dying. His visage a far cry from the stout man I've come to know and love as a father.
"Father, you're alive!."
I pull the dying man close to my arms as i pour all my pent up emotions into a hug.
"Father , you're hurt."
"I'm not going to last long son, this *cough* the end for me. The village is gone destroyed by vagrants."
"Father, don't say that I'll save you."
"Look at my leg , I can barely walk son. My body's losing warmth by the second I kept strong just to hold you one last time for her sake and mine." He looks at my mother , his. Beloved wife silent tear trickling through his functioning eye.
"Father, what am I to do.. if you leave me I'll end up all alone, so please stay with me. I'll get help somehow and and after that we.." father silences me with two fingers to my lips.
"Son, let us have this moment in silence." He smiles content as he holds onto my body.
"Father, I'm sorry."
"Son , it's fine. Death is a common reality for us commoners. Your mother would have died from her illness, I would have died from overworking hahaha. Maybe you'll use this chance to be an adventurer venture out and forget all about us common folk."
"No father , if I could go back I'd tilt the land with you. I'll live as a farmer as long as I could be with you and mother."
"*sigh* you really are a troublesome son, you take after your mother stubborn as mules hahaha. *cough* *cough* *cough*
I-I don't have much time son , here t...t...ake th....th...is."
Father rummages through his pockets and weakly shoves 3 gils (currency) towards me.
"G....go *cough* to Eizenburgh the c...ap..ital and live."
He wheezes in and out
"F-tather. Father !!."
He's withering away , the embers of life is leaving him , his souls slipping away.
I hold him tight desperately fighting and cursing the warped reality.
"I love you my son."
Those are the last I heard from that great man...