The endless Night

The screaming stopped. I looked at my surroundings. The fighting kept going on. I looked and saw mangled bodies. I heard the carriage shaking. There were very few guards left.

I looked at the knife one more time to see if I was ready.

To be a hero?

Nah, to be a villain?

Nope, just kill to kill? Maybe, nah joking.

Then what. I was looking for satisfaction?

Was it for attention?

It doesn't matter to me. Politics, fame, attention. Only a fool wanted that. I looked at the bandits' base camp one more time.

Every human is different?

Is everything we do as humans justifiable?

Well be it. The breeze picked up, the scene was dying down. It's now or never.

I stood up, looking at the dusk hue purple-ish sky. I started to run, knife scraping against the rock to sharpen.

The bandits stopped.

Guards stopped.

Silence was thick. You can dissect it with a knife.

No panic.

Burning in my eyes.

I lunged at one of the bandits, a nice clean cut. I licked the blood off the knife. Even a shallow cut can be deep enough to kill. It was not deep at all, it was nicked.

Damn it.

"Is that all you got? All that aura farming for little to no damage. Pathetic for someone who shows no panic in his eyes. The way you fight is fraudulent. Now you should die an unbearable death."

What should I do? I saw the anger in his eyes, the hatred was showing full blast. I saw the guards use this moment to attack the bandits.

While that was happening, the bandit was almost here.

I will not get defiled again.

My demeanor changed.

The sky was getting darker. The sky got cloudy. It started to rain.

I smirked.

As the bandit was lunging at me, I used my speed and rushed right into him. A clean stab right into the chest. In my younger days I would be afraid but after today's incident, I grew for better or worse.

I looked over at the dead corpse.

No guilt.

No tears.

Just the sound of wet blood dripping from the knife.

I looked at the lifeless corpse.

The guards mostly killed the bandits. However, one bandit escaped.

The guards came rushing over me out of confusion. I killed one of them, the other guards stopped in their tracks.

Look, I'm sorry for killing one of your brothers but I thought he was coming at me.

"It's alright, it was our fault. Thank you for helping us kill most of these bandits. Oh yea I never got your name."

Don't matter, I said coldly.

I'm taking my belongings from this camp and from this guard then I will be out of your hair.

The door of the carriage opened. It was a princess.

Long dark orange hair.

Curvy body.

I can sense she is powerful.

Was she a mage? An assassin?

Doesn't matter. I can tell she has killed before.

"Hello, my name is Selena Cross. I am the princess of Viram. I was on my way to a conference in the city called Vandamn."

Cool.

Why did you get out of the carriage? For all you know I could kill you right here right now.

"Oh, darling I have no doubt you could kill me, but if you did you will have a bounty larger than that knife the bandit was holding."

I looked up at the sky.

I made a promise that night.

The moon was bleeding.

The rain got heavier.

"What is your name by the way, I want to reward you with a title and housing."

Don't worry about it. I grabbed the stuff I needed from the base camp. The armor the knight was holding was heavier than expected. But my body was used to it.

"Wai, I never got your name."

I jolted at the speed of life. Those scars I once buried showed that night. In the cave I cried not because I killed someone. Due to the fact of being weak.

From the beating, touching, harassment I endured in my past life. Why was she being so nice to me? I know I saved her life, but why am I crying? Was it because I missed that warm feeling?

I need to get stronger.

If I need to kill to get strong I will.

I am me.

Only tension is in the air.

I can feel it in my bones.

The rain got heavier.

The sound got louder.

I drifted off to sleep in a cold cave. This felt more like home than actually living in a home.

"Hello there Alan. I am a part of you. I heard you wanted to not be weak, correct?"

Wh, who are you!?

"Do not worry about it. I can grant you power far beyond what you imagine. You already have the mentality and mindset to do it."

I do want power.

"I will give you power in return. You must get stronger in order to do that. You must kill, steal. Even you said you don't want to be a hero or a villain. Then what does that mean for you?"

I am a survivor.