Tome of Paladins : The DawnLight

01. Just Why

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*Clack*

*Clack*

*Clack*

There is a man sat on a wooden chair in front of the lighted screen that slightly contracted with the background, that slithered on willowy bastion and covered in a blanket of black color.

With click of keyboard that drawing the melody of a musician that playing a swift fast tone, it grown to the method of a forwarded ticking clock.

As he put his mind to what had been the past which is clear, for a reason that he wished is never there. But still, nevertheless.

What's done is already done.

A recondition that no more chance he wished to apply.

He looked to the side then reaching out with his limb that obliqued more to what most called, thin as branch. Dark reddish thick liquid stagnant and stop running in the course of veins, that mirrored the structure of circulation system in everythings that flesh is grown in conjunction where they belong, whence he got such undeserving situation because of an emotions that he claimed with blazing fire to take care with the rest of what he actually believed.

A revenge even if it means heart stop beating.

*Tring*

Before his hand even reached the photoframe, the tringing sound of a new message then lay bare in his eyes.

T: _Are you mad? Did somethin' just bushing your brain. What sense did you could even had if it's knocked off_

K: _Oh, it gracing me truly. Never did I came across a phenomen' where The Spectre givin' more than just Ok, Right, No._

T: _Did you drugged yourself to grave. I'm dead serious._

K: _So, I am._

T: _So you just gave up?_

K: _?_

T: _Why did you do that?_

K: _...

T: _You fucking cunt. Where are you?_

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K: _I'm different than you. I know you're a Noble._

T: _...So. Did you get a tang because of it?_

K: _You don't seems surprised?_

T: _With how smart you are. Just matter of time._

K: _Heh. I really never thought. The people I hate the most are the one who help me till now._

T: _So?_

K: _So…_

K: _ I gave back what I owe you._

T: _YOU CRAZY. YOU LDJFHDDJS ****. TELL ME WHERE ARE YOU NOW._

T: _You Sh**** jpghtk. Are you going to just leave them all._

K: _Without me, I knew you'll take the mantel. Just accept your fate, Spectre. You'll be one of us sooner or later, hahahahhhaahahaahha._

T: _I'm never do such a crime and what that's even for? This is no joke. They'll searching for you. And it's just a matter of time before they lock your position. Come to my mansion. I'll protect you. The address is St. Farrenlinsey No. 004_

…(Searching)

K: _Indeed. My guess is right. You're still a kid. Hahahaha._

After he typed that message, he quickly quit the program.

He then continuing with erasing one by one any that hold information and data he managed to garner for the past fifteen years in his entire rotten scrambling life, including anything that he found about The Spectre.

'Just when I finally found your identity. Sorry… I'll take responsibility for all of this.'

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*Crash*

A crashing sound echoed in the eerily silent of the night where a material strewn around because of an impact, that clearly because of someone in a fit of his feeling of anger thrown something on to the ground.

The object seems like a device with black color on the entirity of it, added with broken screen that almost unrecognizable because the boy with ash blonde hair seems cannot manage to control his own temper.

"Goddamnit…"

*Boom*

*Boom*

*Boom*

Continous sound that clearly belong to the sound of an explosion showing roar and rage in the darkness of time.

Wind bellow in the direction that the boy known as a forest that clearly still in silviculture progress where there's a giant oak tree stand high above the rest of the trees, even in dire strait of Uprain Country plebeians.

He put his gaze onto the burning color that lit the night, with grayish color that spreading its wing to the sky in a fashion that most won't agreed it was beautiful sight after such a booming sound, clearly aware it was a dangerous sign to not getting close to any privy situation that might implicate them on such case.

It was far.

Long distance, away to the opposite of which the boy was now standing.

He tightened his grip onto a black device on his hand, while looking at the flame burning on the sky that reflected it ferocious nature to the those who turning their vision onto it, but he doesn't even had a shred of that supposed anxious or fearful feeling.

Just.

Downhearted and sadness that slowly gripping his heart, struck at his chord which resign himself into believing that this is just an unpleasant dream that half of it facing at the front part of an optical illusion.

*Waaaaaaaa*

*Wee-woo*

*Waaaaaaaa*

*Wee-woo*

The wailing of police and flame extinguisher cars glaringly spreading around, approaching the spot of the explosion where it awoken the the citizens in jeopardy for what was happening.

But palpably, the boy in his state are oblivious to things that vibrated in the air approaching his eardrums.

His heart reflected the direction of the burning sky.

And his eyes now start to getting emptier with each second, contained nothing but desolations at the contents of his mind.

"Why?"

"Why?"

'Why'

'Just why… Can't I do something.'

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His neck weakened after such an outburst. Following by his head and eyes descending to the green and grown short vegetations beneath his feet where he now standing.

The breathing of the wind contrasting with his sense, passing gently that agitate the grass where it wiggled side to side on the fair manners, with dried and well leaves alike, floating following the directions of the perceptible movement of air.

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"Nothing's change. Even till now."

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"Nothing."

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