Arc 1 chapter 2, A Bad impression:

He walks a lonely path, to somewhere he now knew. He finds himself walking beside the shadows of the trail. This path of gravel and dirt will soon come to an end as he reaches his destination. The mountain village. This place covered in a thick fog.

He was terrified, was that dream the future. Even after noticing what could happen, he still agreed to the girls request. Why? He gripped his neck, causing it to turn red.

The stony steps up the mountain at the end of the path would definitely bring him pain, but he still trecked on. Knowing where he was going. The night sky shifted closer to its center as time passed on. I can't believe that he would go through with this after everything. 

Soon light was definitely saw, as the boy arrived closer to the mountain top village. The towns people were in panic, knowing why, he hid at the back of a building.

"There's, there's the fire.. are they going to show?"

Many things were telling him to stay away, but all he wanted to really do was finish his quest. The light had soon brought smoke up and carried it away with the atmosphere. 

The smell of fire rose in his nose, as he remembered what had happened. 

He was conflicted... the trama caused his head to ack. He didnt want to die, he was younge and youthful. He scratched at his neck as he fell to the ground in panic. Kneeling on his knees. Eyes widened and shaking. Whole body aching.

"Nooo... no, I, I, I dont want to die! I dont want to feel the pain, not again!" 

His neck was bleeding now, dripping and soaked.

"Well, well, well..." Those words ringed in his ears. He remember who's voice that belonged to. They were here. He froze stuck in place as he looked over the side of the house, he had taken shelter behind. He caught his breath, holding it in silence.

"The boss said that the next bishop for the cult would be here. But there's no one with the aura?" He spoke with a puzzled face, they were quite ways away from Bashiri but he could hear them.

Bashiri recalled the saying. Some aura of the cult bishop. It confused him, he'd never sensed any aura around himself. But they had said he had it.

"Well, there's no point in staying, and putting our lives in danger for nothing. Let's go."

They turned around and walked away. Bashiri had survived, and beat the inevitable. His nightmare was over at last. He started laughing uncontrollably. He grinned.

He walked slowly toward the giant, burning houses. His eyes were pleased by the sight of the fire. So much he didn't realize others were there until the fires had been put out.

"Hey, kid you need help with your neck?!" A voice had spit out over the crowd. Bashiri turned to the sound, still shocked, unmoving, unsaying, like a empty shell with nothing inside.

Bashiri walked towards him, still silent. This gesture seemed to have frightened the man, even though Bashiri continued. 

"They... didn't.... kill me??? I... survived, but my.. my dream, how?" Bashiri had trouble accepting the truth for some odd reason, was it he wanted to die. Or did he want to do more for the cause. Whatever the case is Bashiri's mind wouldn't make itself up.

"Your still here arn't you?!" A familiar voice yelled as the sound of stopping feet, arrived closer. It was the girl, the one he had told he would help.

He whispered to himself, "I didn't do anything... guess there's no reward for me then." With a sigh, he was ready to walk away.

"What?!" The girl responded confused. She looked into his eyes, something inside her wanted to tell him something but instead,

"Huh, you were pretty useful in the end, so why don't you come get a reward for your efforts."

Something bothered him though, despite looking rich she asked other rich people to help. If it really was such a big deal then, she should have paid poor people to help, right? Sure there were people here, but he was sure there would be way more people if she had bribed.

"Useful... I, I wasn't useful. I just sa-"

"Sure you were, you sacrificed your life to check if the place was safe! Right thats what they said?!"

"Sacrificed?" He looked up holding the bottom of his chin with his left hand. He grinned showing his teeth, his eyes sturn. he continued the conversation.

"Yeah I did! no biggie." 

"So, how'd your neck end up like that?" That question, hurt him. He hadn't noticed in the chaos he'd end up hurting himself, scratching himself till he blead. Unsure if he used to do that, he shook. These cuts were deep, but at the time they felt... good.

"I, I, I-" 

"Its alright, probably just cut yourself on something, I can heal it up." She stepped forward. And held out her hands out over his wounds. A silent glow emerged beneath her hands, as a warm sensation took Bashiri by surprise, he jumped in panic.

"Its warm!.." the memory of this sensation came back, heat had felt, a more "prominent" sensation, and also was followed by pain before.

"Yeah but dont worry its fine!" She smiled.

"Why do this?" Bashiri asked, coming back next to her.

"Because, when I see people suffer I want to help. Plus you helped us didn't you. Ohh.. how rude I hadn't even told you my name. I'm Silvia" Her smile was like the first star in the sky. Her slightly curly ends of her hair, flowing in the wind. He had survived and this was his reward.

"I guess I did. And the names Bashiri." He smiled back, his emotions calmed.

"Unique, I like it." She laughed.

"Mama... Papa, I'm back!" Silvia screamed as she shoved the steel walls open like it was normal to do. It has been one full day since the incident.

They had made it to her house, it was quite big, but also beautiful. Bashiri eyes mesmerized. He followed in afterwards. He was right in this family being rich. Many jewelry and ors filled up this place. The mother arrived to greet her child, and new found guest.

"I hope I'm not intruding." Bashiri smiled ear to ear. He had a plan, though if Silvia knew it, she wouldn't have brought him here.

"Ohh, no worries. I'm just surprised, Silvia doesn't usually bring home people... especially boys. But I'm glad, it means shes lifting herself from her shell." Confused by the shell statement, Bashiri let himself in.

Walking throughout the place like he owned it. He didnt really care of what other thought of him, he was just scouting for his reward. Seeing this, the mother, didn't seem to happy though. Bashiri was giving himself a tour.

"Are you finally done looking around?" Silvia whispered, looked back and forth from her mother to Bashiri. The mother was now staring intensly. As if to say "I'm watching you."

"Is there a problem?!" Bashiri let out bluntly, now being passive aggressive, irritated at the sercumstances.

"Bashiri! Why would you say such a thing!" Silvia was irritated, but Bashiri only found her more adorable.

"Well, it's not my fault. Your mothers staring at me. It's creeping me out!" 

"Mom! Why do you always have to do this?!" She crossed her arms.

"Doesn't make it ok for your, new friend, to say that!" She scoffed at Bashiri. Feeling some backlash from what he said. Bashiri fell silent. The mother was cocky, and a bit childish.

"Can you both just apologize!"

"(Sigh), fine, but... I do want to ask, do you remember why you brang me here?" He recalled for a reward, so he was excited.

"Uhhh... huh. Yeah I know, For your reward... mother, would you please hand our guest the reward. I had asked for you to prepare, the one I got if I did what you wanted." 

What she was talking about, Bashiri seemed unsure, but he honestly didnt care, much, he listened to them intensly hanging on every word.

"Yeah sweat heart, I got what you wanted, but this is the guy? I wouldn't. Please think Silvia." Because of this accusation of whatever, Bashiri was angry. He gritted his teeth. And squeezed his fists.

"What the hell, is that supposed to mean?!" His eyes were fierce, he raised his hand, a tiny bit, knife in hand. He leaned forward. Almost a low on guard stance. Though the knife peeled through his thoughts lowering his guard.

"What did you just say to me kid!?" Her mother got up quickly and grabbed a knife, Bashiri hadn't noticed before, but she was having dinner while he was touring.

"GUYS!! Please Just CALM DOWN!" As she screamed her voice raised higher and higher. Startled, they both lay off. All three take a seat around the oak dinning table, one that houses a candle in the middle.

"Mama, please just get the reward." She looked softly into her mother's eyes. How could she not. The mother lifted off her chair and walked towards the hall. Bashiri put back his knife.

When she had returned she seemed happier than before, and was carrying something of importance behind her back. Slightly she looked towards Bashiri and winked.

"Here, got it!" She exclaimed.

"Got what... what is it?!" Bashiri was practically jumping with joy.

Bashiri was excited, all his efforts would be proven worth it. His eyes shined as he looked toward the lovely woman standing in front of him, the one called Silvia. Slowly she lifted her hands towards Bashiri, and he then realized it wasn't the reward he had expected. Silvia got on one knee, and looked up toward Bashiri.

"Will you marry me?" Her smile bursting through her teeth. A ring of gold had been placed in a soft, small, red box. He had just been proposed too.