Bloody Night

It is a world filled with unknown.

Malefic is one of them. It is a life energy, generated from the body, that travels along with the blood.

About 50 years ago, a strange man called Malefic "Magic", and consider as a forbidden, a dangerous thing.

Later, that man became famous, because the people of the country, Florin think him as a crazy man. And disappeared without a trace.

Malefic became an integral part of people 's lives.

And there are those who used it for occupation, military force and others.

These people are referred to as 'Maleficer'.

I don't care about that stuff except one thing.

Malefic knight--

To put it simply, Malefic knight are those Maleficer who protect the country and its citizens, totally different from those scum adventures.

I admired them and one day.... I desire to become one of them.

It was my dream... Untill a certain night, that Bloody Night.

"Sorry..So-..... Sorry..." I cried while walking on aimlessly.

I was on a burnt field, some kind of large fire had occurred in this town.

I looked around, realised that, I was the only living thing around.

As I continue my meaningless walk, I saw corpses crushed by building and some burnt black human figure too.

It was so absolute hell, for a young kid like me.

Then I suddenly fell.

Perhaps there was no oxygen or maybe I had already lost the function so called 'breathing'.

As I fell, lean my back on the ground.

Gazing at the sky, which was beginning to cloud over.

Dark clouds covered the sky, telling me that rain will fall soon.

.... That would be good... Really good.

The fire would end if rain fell.

But it was too late.... There is no one beside me now.

At the end, with a deep breath.

I looked up at the rain cloud.

It was painful. Living was painful.

So much as that I even thought I might as well just disappear now and be at ease.

I unconsciously stretched out my hand at the sky.

I had no more strength left to raised that hand and suddenly--

No.

It should have fallen but the powerless hand was grasped by a strong hand.

A old man take my weak hand.

Maybe his face will be the last thing I will remember.

I opened my eyes slowly, found myself, lying in a shade of a big tree.

I was asleep, realised what happened a moment ago was just a mere dream.

No, not just a mere dream. It was a scene, a memory that haunted me till today...a nightmare that will haunt me forever.

"Sorry..." I murmured to myself.

"Hey, you awake?" said by a man, from the other side of the tree.

"Then, can we leave now?"

In a energetic tone, I said :

"Let's go. Master Boras."

When I was about to stood up, I took the skull face mask and put it on my face.

And left with my master, to the next town.