Eiser went straight down the street from the church. In a little while, the fog started to grow thicker, blinding his vision. His blue eyes were prominent in the greyish haze. The fog grew so thick it almost seemed it was put there to hide the unattended calls of people buried six feet under.
The tall iron door creaked and the holy ring on top of it split in half as Eiser opened the door to enter the graveyard. He lowered his hood and set eyes on the only person present there to listen to the calls of thier dear. Eiser walked through the flickering old lanterns and hollow trees towards that man and stood beside him. With his gaze turned at the ginger colored spiky haired guy.
"I am sorry for your loss. Really."
He said after a long pause.
No response, that man gave. It was the helpless son of the insulted deadman.
"My lord have mercy upon them, as they raised me when i was small".
Eiser recited in deep sorrow and guilt.
His words ached in the heart of the young man that turned his frowned expressions to disbelieve, for no one had ever treated his father with respect. Prehaps the guilt he faced was more for his own misconduct with his father than others'.
"I am sorry that I couldn't do anything to stop the crowd and worsened the situation but i promise you; I'll avenge your father".
Eiser said with words of courage and bravery and started to walk off.
"Arkas.. My name is Arkas Lykaon. Tell me, why do you feel sorry for my loss".
Arkas said in a breaking voice and eyes of brimming grief.
Eiser stopped and let out a sigh. He then turned around and with a face emptied of its light, He said:
"Its because i had my father lost aswell."
These words made Arkas reflect on his spent life. The life he had spent running all the time, going from place to place without a permanent place of stay and a constantly lurking shadow of death.
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Arkas first opened his eyes inside of an old sluggish house in the District 4 of the Cut city. He lived there for the first six years of his life along with his Mother Chloria and Father Icaris Lykaon. Arkas's father was a powerful fugitive and so spent little time with his family. When Arkas was six years old, he met his father for the first time.
It was one of the coldest nights of the year. The winter was cruel, especially on the people of 4rth District. The strong wind was whistling and gushing through, the old lamps had stopped working, the night outside was dark and cold. Inside the house, Arkas and his Mother made a cake with hot hot chocolate. Chloria was a strong fire mage, so the insides were cozy. The fireplace was also lit and so smoke was comming out of the chimney. Yet in the cold and dark outside, a man in a long black robe forced his way through the winds, his footsteps imprinted on the thick blanket of white on the ground, he reached his destination.
Inside of the house, Arkas and his mother were enjoying thier hot chocolate and cake. Moments like those were rare in 4rth District, so they were making sure to savor alot.
Suddenly someone knocked on thier door. Arkas and Chloria both surprised and a little scared. Chloria looked in his little Prince's eyes that looked frightened. She chuckled and pat his head gently. Then she got up from the chair and walked towards the door, all that while little Arkas sitting on that chair, clenched his fists with his heart beating extremely fast.
"Who's there?"
Chloria said while she walked but strangely enough no response arrived.
She gripped the door knob, Arkas's face was in sweat. His heart beat was so fierce and loud it felt like it would pop out any second.
Chloria opened the door on an empty response and stood there the same tall man in the long black robe. Even in that freezing cold, that man wore no gloves or safety wear. He lifted his hood and showed his beard and hair of ginger color. Chloria was pleasently surprised upon seeing that man. She brightened up amd hugged that man tightly.
"YOU'RE BACKK!!!".
She screamed as she hugged him. Then the ginger man came inside the house, smiling he looked at the scared little Prince and went ahead to pick him up.
That man picked Arkas up high in the air. It was the first time, Arkas was so high in the air. The door was still open amd the cold winds were comming inside but all Arkas felt from that man was love and warmth.
"Arkas, Remember i told you about your father? This is your father Arkas"
Cbloria said while giggling and admiring the two most important people in her life from behind.
"Father? Papa? PAPA! MY PAPAA!!"
Arkas said great delight upon seeing his father for the first time.
Icaris hugged Arkas tightly and then put him down. The three sat and chatted for very long on that night before going to sleep. Icaris had come to take Chloria and Arkas away from the Cut city and Captain Stincer who was posted here only a month before after the previous Captain Signet's transfer to the Fade City.
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Tips:
Chloria used to tell Arkas stories of his father every night. That's why Arkas always wanted to meet his father and was very delighted to see him.