Moros of Thanatos: V

<[ EPS. 1 - LIFE AND DEATH ]>

"You wait here yes, Uncle wants to buy you ice cream" a thirty-year-old man told a little girl.

"Okay Uncle, I'll wait here." replied the little girl cheerfully. Ia never knew that the conversation a few seconds ago between them became the last conversation between them.

The little girl sat on a long bench while playing her legs that were already hovering above the ground. He was still waiting for his uncle to bring back the ice cream he had promised. Until finally the sun turned into a moon but the Uncle never came.

The little girl took a long breath. Ia walked away from the playground that had begun to be quiet no longer waiting for her Uncle. A smart child as long as he waits for his Uncle will not be able to come back to pick him up, he understands if his relatives do not want his presence because for them he is just a barrier that must be removed. Actually he already knew this from the beginning, hope made him not want to believe his assumptions.

Last night's deadly accident not only took away both of his parents, but also took away his world. He lost everything he had, his family, his wealth, his trust and his hope. Now he lives alone, there is nothing he can count on but himself.

The universe forces him to fight against the rigors of the world. There is no mercy that he receives, he must work if he wants to earn money but his age is a barrier to get a job.

He followed the way of those who had the same fate as him, raising their hands asking for a little money to those who passed before him. But the funny thing about being a beggar was not as easy as he imagined.

He cannot simply be a beggar and choose his own territory. Each sector has always been ruled by different street rulers. Different leaders, different also the amount of tariffs that must be issued by beggars to rent a place. The more road users who pass by on the sidewalk, the more expensive the tariff installed by the street ruler.

"Since you're new, I'll give you a new member's price" said a guard who served as admin.

The little girl could only smile wryly upon hearing that the day's fare to become a beggar in their region was equal to the price of a single serving of a meal in a simple restaurant. Unable to pay their rent, they kicked the little girl out rudely.

At first he wanted to let himself be arrested willingly by a legal entity that every month always conducts inspections. They will arrest people who have no identity, beggars and homeless people. No one knows what happened to them next, because those who were caught are no longer known. But lately there are rumors, those who are caught are found dead in a terrible way.

The only way he could survive was to become a thief. In order not to always be haunted by regrets for violating the principles of his life. He always considered every meal he took as a reward from the blows he received. When he felt that the blow had reached three times, he would run away with all his might so that the shop owner did not ask for back the food he had taken.

Although he now has the title as a thief, it does not mean he has stripped all the principles of his life. He only steals a little for his rations once a day, he also never steals anything other than food and drink. The number of thefts he had ever done was still able to count with his finger.

It did not feel almost two months he lived on the streets without a pedestal or roof. Under the overpass he sat preparing to eat his rations today. Only then did he want to bribe suddenly his gaze fall onto a girl who was the same age as him looking fixedly at himself.

At first he only thought the girl felt strange with her silver hair, because her hair was different from other children. Her hair was neither blond nor white like those with albino blood. As he watched the girl's face meticulously, he could see the girl's face pale in misfortune.

She pulled her long hair in the ponytail until the direction changed. He was very upset with himself, again the principle that had ingrained in his body made him unable to act as he pleased. Forcibly he gave his ration to the girl while raising his hood he passed.

He walked erratically, indeed he always walked in an uncertain direction because he no longer knew the way home. She bit her lips while holding back the hunger. Even though he was used to hunger, holding hunger was still very hard for a six-year-old.

Dizziness and pain in his stomach immediately spread to his body. He was no longer strong enough to walk, so he decided to sit by the side of the road. She leaned her body against the street lamp post while closing her eyes hoping the dizziness and pain disappeared.

The day had changed the night he opened his eyes. He laughed silently, laughing at his fainting self for not being able to resist hunger. It's not the first time it's happened, so he's quite used to it. Sometimes he was grateful for having fainted because he no longer needed to feel hunger wrapped around his stomach.

With gontai he walked in search of a food store. He did not know what time it was, which he knew the wind tonight was so piercing into his bone marrow that he had tightly sealed his body with his thick, shabby robe. His eyes lit up as he looked at a truck-shaped tavern at the end of the road.

The lamp from the truck shop became the only street light. The dead streetlight had indeed become a common thing that the little girl had met, so she did not feel afraid or suspicious.

The little girl had hidden bread and a bottle of drink in her shirt, she was preparing to take a beating from the shopkeeper. But that night, something unusual happened. The owner of the shop pulled out a sharp knife from behind his shirt. If only the light had not given a reflection to his face, perhaps that night he had met his end.

Seeing a knife lift, making his heartbeat flutter. His thoughts started to collide with each other. Cold sweat poured down from all over his body. All he thought about was one, "Must stay alive!".

The owner of the tavern gave his first strike right towards his stomach, his movements looking so slow in his eyes. He walked backwards to avoid. It seems that the shop owner is still so amateur in using a knife. When the tavern owner realized that his knife was just piercing the wind, he became so furious.

Damn fast movements that give a burden that is too heavy on his body, making his head feel dizzy. As he staggered the owner of the tavern gripped his robe, dragging him to the side of the street that was not illuminated by light. He took the little girl to a more closed place so that there would be no witnesses to the murder he would commit. He threw the rough body of the little girl into the smaller path without the slightest light.

"Ck! Shit." grumbled the tavern owner having trouble seeing in the dark. She actually knew she would have trouble seeing in the dark, but thinking the light color of the girl's hair would help her, so she didn't mind it.

The throw made the little girl fall. She smiled at the tavern owner's complaint because the darkness not only troubled her, but also troubled her enemies.

She pulled her headscarf deep to cover her silvery hair. He waited as he listened to every word of the curse growing closer and closer to his ears. Ia can also hear clearly the screams of the shop owner's boots.

That night the goddess Fortuna flew from Olympus to meet her specifically to give her blessings. The knife used by shop owners is made of metal that can emit light when dark. He didn't miss that luck. He analyzed that his height was about as high as the shop owner. The height of the knife that was lifted into the sky made him have to keep looking up to see it.

The little girl walked slowly while fumbling what was in front of her. The distance the blade reflected light began to close to his body. He began to take a swing to hit whatever was in front of his face. Because it is right with the vital part of the store owner.

The sound of a punch was heard followed by the sound of a shout and the sound of metal falling to the ground. He walked backwards so that his body could not be reached by the owner of the tavern.

"Tonight he may have survived, but the following nights he may not have survived!" that sentence floated in his mind.

Without a second thought he picked up the lying knife, floated it blindly. Shouts and insults sounded so loud in his ears.

A blind fight ensued between them. Hit each other without knowing exactly where their enemies are. After the exchange of dozens of blind attacks, there were no more sounds of abuse and ridicule that had previously echoed.

The little girl retreated to take a breath for a moment. His breathing was heavy, his hands were already trembling with fatigue. There was no sound other than his breath. Ia walked forward while fumbling around looking for her opponent.

When the soles of his feet accidentally touch something, due to panic he returns to send deadly attacks to his opponent. He no longer cared what happened, after attacking blindly he ran towards the dim light in the distance.

Until the end of his breath, the owner of the tavern never thought that the god of his death was a child who had become a candidate for his first murder.

The light from the truck shop again shone on his body, how shocked he saw his entire palm drenched in blood. He was so surprised but strangely he did not feel afraid or guilty in the slightest.

When he wanted to step back, his body could not move. He was out of strength, his whole body was numb. Slowly he staggered to the ground, his hand taking off the knife which he had grasped tightly.

His eyes that were still open watched a man with a tall stature so authoritatively walk towards him. The questions came overflowingly filled the little girl's brain cells keeping her busy enough that her eyes never closed.

He observed the face of the man who was now crouching while watching him. His face was so handsome with no gaps with sea blue eyeballs like crystals perfecting his charm. There was no fear in him, perhaps that fear had been exhausted in the life and death battle a few minutes ago.

Without a word the man lifted up his already helpless body, putting it in his arms. For the first time the girl met Aldrich Ellair.

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Author's Note:

Albino \= A condition of pigment deficiency characterized by drooping (white skin and hair color, as well as reddish eyes).

Pale of bad luck \= Pale once.

Gontai \= Slowly and somewhat staggered (the path is not as balanced as a drunk person).

Admin \= Administators.

Goddess Fortuna \= Ancient Greek goddess believed to be the goddess of fortune, also known as Nike.