Chapter 2: You are Not The Hero!!
"Gasp"
How did it come to this...
"Cough"
"Cough"
I couldn't stop myself from coughing blood.
"I knew it would end up like this the day your arrogance made itself known to me"
"The" Hero, towered over me, an unmovable frown plastered on his face as he looked at me. I was crouched down holding the bleeding wound he inflicted onto my stomach. It was this very wound that has incapacitated me and allowed him to stand over me.
I stared straight into his eyes as he stared back into mine.
"Ordinary"
He didn't look like a hero, he looked like every other common looking man, with no distinctive features.
"Dangerous, really dangerous"
That's the second thing I realized as I looked at his appearance. I never once felt alarmed by him, he never seemed particularly dangerous, he appeared harmless even. This infact was what was so dangerous about him. Giving him a much needed distinctive feature of one who be proclaimed as hero. He was a Warlord ranked combatant, how could such a monster in human skin appear seem harmless? Well he did, and he has just pierced me through the stomach, and I still can't shake this feelingnthat he's harmless.
"Do you understand what started this? Do you remember all the things YOU did that led us here?"
"I know Decron, your arrogance blinded you, being a noble blinded you" the hero stated in a matter of factly way.
"Bullsh- COUGH" "COAGH- AACKK"
"Bullcrap"
"It was a damn woman!!"
"All this nonsense occured because of some stupid woman, and like the stupid love blinded fool I became bitter enemies with this monstrously talented idiot trying to out compete for her."
My gaze sharpened as I looked at the hero.
"T-This wasn't what I imagined when I imagined our last fight" I sighed. I knew there was no mercy to be had. Because I knew, if I had the chance to stand over him like this he wouldn't be spared either. I lost too much to not get revenge if it was offered to me on a silver platter. Unfortunately it was quite clear, that I would not be receiving this chance, not now not ever.
"I only made one mistake in my entire life"
"That was by being a darn idiot and not seeing that"
"Being your enemy"
"Was a one way ticket to misery"
"I disagree Decron"
"Tap" "Tap" "Tap"
Yanvier, The hero, closed the distance between us.
"You have made many mistakes, and where you are now is the result of those mistakes" Yanvier strengthened his grip on the sword in his hand.
"Your family are all dead because of your mistakes. All your friends have either died, betrayed you, or now hate you, and are no longer with you, because of your poor choices. You're the reason why we are enemies now, infact, it is your decisions that you will now kill you today." Righteously he said that, THE "hero", said that. He poked into every sore spot, (hand made by him), that I had in me, all at once.
"You are not a force of nature Yanvier, all the things you've done against me will not be easily forgotten, you will pay your dues. You are the one who massacred my family, you killed my friends, you tricked them, you lied to them, you are not innocent Yanvier. If I am arrogant then you are the embodiment of arrogance, and we made each other into enemies. You are NOT, blameless." I was left seething after responding to his bullcrap. Enraged, I tried to stand up to confront Yanvier, probably the only warlord to blame others for him killing their loved ones as revenge for trying to get close to some girl.
"SLICK!!"
A quick sword swing through my knee fumbled my inevitably pointless efforts of standing up. Going along with it my my previous rage.
"Thrum"
I heard a vibration in a blade that suddenly appeared, hovering before my neck. He was applying aura onto his blade, increasing it's cutting ability to a terrifying degree. Even a full block of steel weighing an entire ton wouldn't be able to provide the slightest bit of resistance before this blade. This same blade was now resting on my neck.
Cold and aloof dark brown eyes stared into my own black eyes. Yanvier suddenly smirked, a reddish, "no; devilish", glint appeared in his eyes. "I can give you an offer" he said. His face morphed before my eyes. "Serve me, and you can live" his smirk became a giant grin. His dark brown eyes turned silver, and his once ordinary appearance became sharp, and handsome. Originally his hair was brown, but that too became silver. His ears which were short and round became long and pointy.
"You're an elf!!?"
I was shocked at the suddeness of it all. After all Yanvier just turned into an elf.
Elfs were a gifted race, a really gifted race, a race that had every right to be arrogant and aloof, prideful, and full of disdain as they are famous for being. They had everything a human wanted, long lives? Check. High aura talent? Check. beautiful appearances? Check. Strong bodies? Once again, Check.
"Did reality really need to smack me in the face so hard? He realized he really did make only one mistake, Becoming, Yanvier's enemy" I could only curse myself as I realized, I was truly screwed from the begining.
Compete with an elf in terms of growth? Once an elf becomes even remotely serious, they absolutley leave us humans in the dust. They reached without fail, the rank of warrior at 12 years old. If they became serious in trying to become stronger, even the most mediocre elf could reach the knight realm in 7 years. They would become a knight by the time they became 19 on average!! A human with high potential was usually over 35 by that point!! For a human to become a knight they first needed to reach the warrior rank. A human with ordinary talent would reach that rank within their 20s to 30s, while those with the potential to become a knight would reach that rank before they were 20 and after they reach 15 years old. Out of 12000 human warriors only 3 of them would have the potential to reach that level before they become 35 years old. A majority of them reached that rank in their 40s.
"That much should be obvious now right?" Yanvier, the elf said mockingly. His expression was full of interest as he looked at me. Before suddenly dropping an incomprensible bomb, "though, you might have the chance to become one of us if your willing to submit." he laughed.
One of my knees was slashed open not long ago, making it impossible for me to stand. I already had a grave wound in my stomach, making movement even more difficult. But I didn't care about that one bit, no, my focus was on something else entirely.
"I can become an elf?"
"Is that even possible?"
In response to my question he pulled out a crystalized leaf.
My eyes widened, "Impossible, that's a leaf from the world tree!!"
"Oh, you know what this is, hmm? That should make things easier then" he replied looking amused.
It was only now that I focus on the peculiararity of the situation. He wasn't even acting remotely like the Yanvier I knew. It's as if the Yanvier I was dealing with before had disappeared for this strange elf form of Yanvier to suddenly take his place.
"Who are you, you aren't the Yanvier I know." I squinted my eyes that were heavy in suspicion towards Yanvier.
"Are you accepting my offer or not" Yanvier replied, completely ignoring my doubts. His tone was a little bit flat this time, "robotic even". His sword's blade was still up against my neck, thrumming with the aura resonating within it.
"Who in the hell are you!!" I didn't trust this new Yanvier, not one bit. Not only has he become an elf, but the way acted was strange, unnatural in everyway possible in our current situation.
Yanvier's eyes turned cold as he seemed to realize I was not gonna take him up on his offer any time soon. "It's your loss" he said.
Then my vision dropped down to the floor. Not only that but my view of the ground grew closer and closer before I eventually hit it.
That's when it hit me, I've been beheaded...
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