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Cease to Exist
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"As the sun set, the last rays of light flew over the lands, illuminating the field of flowers that hid a crimson stain of the slaughtered village.
The last survivors, were chained to the ground, forced to watch their friends and family writhe in agony and wheeze out their last breaths. Tears and blood alike hit the ground, leaving scars on the village's history.
In the last five years, a group of entities, walked the Earth, leaving chaos wherever they went. Nobody knew where they came from. Theories speculated everything from them being creatures that fell from the heavens in the meteor shower the day before it all started, to the reigning king wanting less people to care for.
The thing that confused most of the theorists was the fact that the treasures of each town were not taken. Due to that, leaving the capitol was incredibly dangerous, as thieves and bandits riddled the abandoned towns, scavenging for goods. The king had already been moved to the magic tower, in hopes of long-lasting life.
However, right before his move, he ordered his general to gather a small group of capable people to investigate this odd situation.
Five years after the entities first appeared, letters flew across the lands, addressing the people the general chose by hand."
As the young man wearing a hood maneuvered in between the people crowding around him, he found the door. He looked around the tavern, nodding to the barista before entering the room. The Royal General clicked a stopwatch and motioned for him to sit.
"Freyr Sheehan? You're the earliest, but 15 minutes late."
Freyr glanced down at the letter. He had come as early as he could, but still. The letter was a scavenger hunt bouncing the ones from tavern to tavern. As if they were children.
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽,
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖.
𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒,
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
-Parable of the Sower
Elehah sat down in silence completely ignored Freyr and the others as if he was just simply air.
Or perhaps he just doesn't see himself the same as other people.
Who knows what Elehah is thinking, but if there is one fact that can stand above all, is that his skills is something that people would kill to get ahold of. So it was natural he may be late, afterall, he is a busy man.
"Two or three more..."
The general closed his eyes. One of his hands were heavily bandaged.
She scanned the room, noting the most recognizable features of all the currently-arrived cadets. Red hair, height, wide shoulders...
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽,
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖.
𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒,
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
-Parable of the Sower
"3rd Degree burn, and scarring. Or.. perhaps poison that erodes skin."
He said simply, as he lifted his cold eyes and stared at the Royal Guards face.
"It's one of the two, am I right?"
Even though Elehah asked for confirmation, he seems confident of his answer that he is just asking for confirmation just to be polite. This is what years of experience in his field does for him. Sometimes these wounds, all it takes is for a specialized expert to take a glance to know the answer.
And Elehah.. is far more than just a simple specialized expert. It would be humiliating to even group him together with those people.
A man scurried in, holding drinks and passed a cup around to everyone.
The General denied it, but Freyr accepted it. Freyr's fingers lingered on the cup. The drinks had ice in them but were burning hot to the touch. A very rare drink these days.
That is why, it was so important for people to keep their cool and composure, or else accidents like this could happen.
In abit of a daze, Elehah simply chugged down the glass of alcohol. The liquid seemed to burn as if flowed down his throat, but at the same time, it cleared his mind. Right, he shouldn't get to involved with the people here, and keep his distance.
Definitely, keep his distance.
The skinny girl denied the cup. It was too early for alchohol. She didn't need to be getting drunk on the first day. The girl looked at the lighting outside the tavern window, or what she could make out of it, as it was being blocked by the crowd. Quarter past ten, I'd say... She noticed the discussion about the poisin. Poison that corrodes the skin? It must be an Entities' acid. A souveneir from the battlefield.
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽,
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖.
𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒,
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
-Parable of the Sower
Freyr snapped to attention and grabbed the other end of the gun and flipped it around, shoving the barrel against the man's neck.
"Mr. Sheehan. Remember to be a bit more gentle with victims next time. After all, it isn't them that's doing whatever they are."
The General stood up and approached the man. He turned to face the other three like a teacher facing his students.
"Anyone want to tell me what you do in this situation?"
We must leave the tavern, if they're here. Now is not the time nor place for a battle. They did not have gear or reinforcements, let alone a plan. They could not fight here. "Permission to take out?" She asked The Royal General.
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽,
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖.
𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒,
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
-Parable of the Sower
The pale girl was slightly offended. That's how I always dealt with them...
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽,
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖.
𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒,
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
-Parable of the Sower
"Perhaps. Rather than wasting time knocking a lacky out and being impatient, why not take him for interrogation? Afterall, they must have a goal coming this far, and dispatching this many men."
Elehah looked at the Royal Guard and tilted his head calmly with a smirk.
"Did I get it right General?"
There were many piercing eyes staring at the group in the sidelines within the tavern.
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽,
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖.
𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒,
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
-Parable of the Sower
The General smiled.
"I guess the answer came before any could get the answer. Some parts of the host will morph to the entities real form. Anyone know anyone who's missing, has blue eyes, and red hair?"
Freyr perked up, looking at the man.
Att?
The General nodded respectfully at Freyr. "Bingo."
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽,
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖.
𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒,
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
-Parable of the Sower
"Now the thing is. These forms of the entities are not as dangerous as the entities themselves. It can only rely on the power of the host itself."
He pulled out a small pepper and shoved it into the man's mouth.
"Just put anything that's extremely spicy, salty, or sweet in their mouths and they should be back."
As he had said, the man morphed back into himself and began to snore softly.