Rising of the Running God

Mysterious Voice

"That's not a fucking weapon! Damn it! It doesn't matter, just do whatever you can to protect the carriage, we will reward you handsomely! Bash them or something!"

The knight, Rex, didn't really think Vayne could be of help. With his size, an uruc would probably just step on him.

But he'll be a good distraction, and that was all they needed. He already saw him earlier when he woke up— he was able to move away from another uruc.

"Trent, get ready to carry—" And as soon as his eyes landed on his remaining comrade, he saw him being cleaved in half by a large axe.

"Trent!" Rex could really only cry out as he pushed the two urucs he was fighting away; he wanted to rush towards the beast that was already heading towards Alisa's carriage, but alas— he already had his hands full just fending off the two urucs. No, there were now three of them as the uruc that Vayne ran from has finally joined his kin.

"Mistress Alisa, run! Just run!"

And as soon as his words thundered in the air, the door of the carriage opened, revealing a silver-haired woman; her eyes, almost as bright as a ruby as they shone even with what little moonlight seeped from the sky.

More importantly, her bosoms which were almost as large as her head jiggled as she leaped out of the door.

But alas, her dress made it hard for her to do such an action as she tripped, not even making a single step away.

"M… mistress Alisa!"

"Wuman!" The uruc that was approaching her carriage let out a massive shriek; letting go of his axe as he rushed towards Alisa.

"Run, m'lady, run!"

But Alisa could not, she was completely petrified and the only thing she could really do was shake her already trembling head.

"Stay… stay away!"

"Wuman!" 

Her voice seemed to have made the uruc even more excited as it stuck out its tongue that was long enough to reach his rock-like chest.

"No… no!"

But then, as the uruc was only a meter away from Alisa, she heard a crack whisper in the air; a slight breeze, wafting across the side of her face.

And then, she saw the excited uruc suddenly spinning in the air; its legs twisted in a way they shouldn't.

"...What?"

And before the uruc could hit the ground, its body was thrown away, head first straight into the carriage.

"Oh… that worked."

"..." Alisa then looked at the boy that was suddenly standing in front of her, holding a shield over his shoulder.

And as soon as their eyes met, the boy lowered his shield and stretched his hand at her,

"Are you perhaps injured anywhere, beautiful madam?"

"...Yes?" Alisa could really only blink as she looked at the boy's face. She didn't really know what to say as she just reached for his hand; before she could touch his hand, however, she pointed to Vayne's face,

"You… your nose is…"

"...Hm?" Vayne then quickly touched his nose… only to find his hand damped with blood.

"...Oh," and with that, Vayne finds himself once again slowly falling into the land of unconsciousness.

***

"!!!"

Vayne quickly opened his eyes as a sudden rush of cold crawled through his body. He tried to stand up but found that he could not even move even a single finger.

No, he was able to— but it was almost as if a mountain was weighing him down… and perhaps it was; underneath the ground, buried.

Buried underneath the grave that Vale put him into.

So… it would seem he really is just dead.

Could it be his small adventure in the streets of Fergo was just just a burst of imagination?

Sheera, the chief, the caravan, the Halarrn deserts… his Blessing.

Perhaps it was just a final wish before he completely succumbed to his death. It was possible, he had the knowledge to imagine them so due to the thousands of books he had read.

He… did have fun. For once, he felt how it was like to talk and run like normal people.

Vayne could really only let out a sigh. He can't say he wasn't disappointed. If it truly were just his imagination and his mind letting out a final hurrah, then he should have at least gotten his revenge from the people that took his legs away.

[You want revenge?]

"!!!"

An almost deafening thunder reverberated throughout Vayne's entire body as a somewhat familiar voice whispered into his ears.

"...Who?"

[Do you want revenge? What do you wish for!?]

The voice… it was almost as if it was talking inside his mind. It— wait… this happened before.

This… this is a memory.

And if it truly was a memory, then Vayne remembered what he answered to the mysterious voice. It was—

"...I just wish to run."

[You'll do.]

And with those words, Vayne felt the tremble in his body growing stronger— much more so. He remembered wanting to scream but was not able to. He felt his bones being crushed, shattered, ground, and then built again to repeat the torture.

He could feel every inch of his flesh being grated and flayed a thousand times over and over again.

He felt his body twist, fold— almost as if it wanted to inflict every pain it could hold.

But Vayne could do nothing. He could really only just wait until this was over.

A second.

A minute.

An eternity— at least that was what it felt like. It only really stopped as the familiar voice once again whispered into his mind.

[I hope you use this power better than I did, kid…

…I'll be watching you now.]

***

"...Hm."

"Oh, are you finally awake? It's fine. Don't get up yet, child."

Once again, Vayne found himself opening his eyes very slowly. This time, however, the darkness he was expecting was no longer present.

And instead, in front of his eyes were something he could not yet discern. At the very least, he knew the things that have happened to him were not just his imagination.

…He truly is alive, and he truly could walk.

And very soon, Vayne's eyes started to become unhindered as his vision slowly cleared. And there, in front of him… was a pair of bosoms that Vayne could really only describe as humongous.

"..."

"Are you alright?"

Vayne could barely even see the face that was talking above them, he needed to slightly tilt his head to the side just to get a glimpse of her eyes.

And if he was right, then she was the woman in the carriage, Alisa.

"..." Vayne didn't answer her immediately as he turned his head to the side, only to see the insides of what seemed to be a carriage.

And then, with a breath, he once again turned his eyes to the beautiful bosoms above him.

"...Am I perhaps resting on your soft thighs, madam?" He finally said, his voice, completely calm.

"...Yes? Are you uncomfortable? My son likes this so—"

"Complete opposite, in fact. I have not been this comfortable in my entire life, madam," Vayne said as he closed his eyes and sighed.

Alisa could really only giggle from Vayne's words, "You seem to be as old as my son, but you already have a way with your words."

"...May I ask how old your son is, madam?"

"He's turning 12 in a couple of weeks."

"...I'm 16, madam."

"!!!"

And then, all of a sudden, Vayne felt himself rolling towards the floor of the carriage.

"You… you dare trick me!?"

"..."

"..."

"...Are you on drugs, madam?"