Capítulo 5: A New Life
When Locus woke up, the sun was already setting.
Every limb of his body was either numb or hurting like hell.
Using a lot of effort, he straightened up. The air was still lukewarm from the fire, and a light breeze blew through Locus' hair. When he turned around, facing the village, all of the mental pain came flooding back to him.
There was nothing left of the village that was worth mentioning. The buildings had all turned black from the fire. It was a sight to behold. The usual noises had all stopped, and the only thing one could hear was the wind's gentle whisper. Locus wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He neither had any energy nor did he have any tears left to be shed.
Looking down on the village, Locus couldn't spot a single place that didn't burn down in the fire. Still, he didn't want to give up hope just yet.
He tore a piece of cloth from the wagon's coverage, soaked it in water from the big barrel inside, and used it to cool his burns. Even though it was just a provisional solution, from one second to another, Locus felt a lot better. After drinking what felt like his own weight, he set out towards the village once again with a scorching pain inside his chest, fearing what he might find once he arrived there.
Upon entering the village, Locus took a look around. He hoped he could find anything of use and maybe recover some things. But now that he got a closer look at the buildings around him, he lost all hope. Usually, a human being would go to the next building and maybe take an even closer look, but not in this case. In this case, there was nothing one could take a closer look at.
Desperate for something to give him hope or soothe his soul, he went back to his house. Or rather, what was left of it. The roof and the ceiling were not physically present anymore. The walls were completely burned down, and everything had disintegrated. There was nothing that survived the fire and the collapse of the building.
With that, Locus' former house was on the better side of the village. In some places, the fact that there once stood a house was non-apparent.
The reason why the fire had gone out so fast was simple: There was nothing left to burn. Everything that was flammable had been completely obliterated by the flames. Even the majority of the corpses had disintegrated.
By the time Locus had searched the village for survivors and valuables, the sun had gone down. With his search having been in vain, he had no hope left. Exhausted, he sat down in the carriage's front seat and traveled to the next inn.
After losing everything dear to him, he couldn't feel anything. He just sat there and waited. Due to Mr. Andersson's passing, he was now in possession of 100 gold. That should cover his expenses.
After arriving at an inn on the outskirts of another village, Locus took a room and laid down in bed. Although, that night, he couldn't catch any sleep. He spent the whole night thinking about what he would do now that he had lost every physical remnant of his past.
"Maybe I should just kill myself and end it all?
No, that is not what they would have wanted me to do in this situation."
When the first rays of light touched Locus' skin, he left the room. Lying there wouldn't help since sleeping was impossible. He went downstairs to order food, but he couldn't take a single bite.
While Locus was sitting there, contemplating what to do next, his gaze fell upon a note on the billboard. It was from the Berthram Guild itself.
"We're searching for new members; if you're interested, report at the guild's headquarters in Unipolar City."
Suddenly, the memory of the Mastermind Guild leaving the scene of the slaughter came back into his mind.
That was when he felt his first emotion since leaving Condre Village:
Hatred and a longing for revenge.
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MdM002 Sorry for the shorter chapter, but I had to make a cover for the story. I'm not entirely satisfied, but it's all right.
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