The knight's destiny
Episode 6
The swaying wooden floor woke Luragorn from his stupor. Hands cuffed and chained, as well as the few people in front of him who fared the same. The room, which was made of wood and very smelly, contained only grim looking people with chains wrapped around their hands. In one look, Luragorn learned that he was in a chariot transporting slaves for sale. Luragorn stared at the chain in his hand and recalled his bad memories with the chain.
***
+15 Year ago in Frxzy Village+
“Lura!” one of the children shouted at the other child.
A group of children were playing in the field happily. The sun was a little more setting, but the game did not end. Chasing each other and imitating knights and witches, various pleasures are done by the horde of little children as if there is no tomorrow waiting.
The blue sky began to turn orange and the parents called their children home, including Luragorn who ran towards her parents who had been waiting at home.
“Lura, let's go home!” exclaim mother Luragorn.
Women who are beautiful and slim are smiling to see the joy of children on the playing field. Copper-colored hair decomposes along the waist. Simple clothes in the form of brown kirtle that looks commonly worn is his clothes.
Beside him stood a muscular man with a thick black mustache. The black hair that was flapped with round black eyes became the hallmark of Luragorn's father. Both of Luragorn's parents were standing by the door as if waiting for the return of his long-awaited son.
“Iya, Mother. I came,” said Luragorn with a big smile on his face.
Just as Luragorn wanted to jump into the living room, the noise behind the trees stopped his steps. The birds flew away and the sound of horseshoes could be heard coming in droves.
Luragorn's father immediately pulled Luragorn into the house and told the boy to hide under the bed.
Luragorn watched from below and saw a stranger enter his house. Stranger dressed all in black with a saber in his hand. Long black hair with burns on his face, that was all Luragorn could see.
At first it was just plain talk, but the stranger suddenly slashed Luragorn's father and took his mother away out.
Luragorn's eyes were perfectly rounded and suddenly came out of hiding and chased the stranger, but he saw something more terrifying as he exited his house.
The homes of the residents were on fire and many bodies were lying on the ground including friends and neighbors. Some people also appeared to be carrying large bags after coming out of each of the houses before the houses were burned.
The stranger turned around and looked at Luragorn, leaving the boy speechless in fear at the sight before his eyes. The blood from the scattered corpses made Luragorn nauseous and unable to move.
“What do you see? Boy!” the man in black clothes.
A slash swung towards the pensive Luragorn. Luragorn just stared at the curved sword eyes moving towards his face.
*jrash!
Fresh red blood was scattered in the twilight air, but it was not Luragorn's blood but his mother's. His mother protected with her own body and got a long slash on his back.
“I ... I ... Mother?” luragorn asked his mother who was not moving anymore.
Luragorn's legs trembled and his face paled. His eyes were wide open watching his mother's blood-soaked body.
“L ... l ... l ... run ... Lura ... run ..”
His mother's disjointed voice made Luragorn swallow his own saliva while frightened. Without thinking, Luragorn immediately ran towards the forest and so did the saber user who was chasing Luragorn.
Anger and sadness mixed in his head as he ran to save himself. A random slash was heard behind him and he realized that he was being chased.
Luragorn hides behind a tree and tries to breathe normally as the adrenaline rush makes his heart beat faster. There was no way out and it was impossible to avoid adults carrying weapons.
His throat seemed to be dry suffocating and his body could not stop trembling. Cold sweat soaked his face as he peeked at the person chasing him not far from where he was hiding.
This boy again breathed heavily and saw a long wooden branch whose tip was slightly pointed. Luragorn swallowed his saliva and took the branch. He again peeked and intended to do a surprise attack for the man wearing the saber.
Luragorn peeked a little, but he saw no one. He was startled and raised his head to look further and still did not find it at sight.
“Hooh .. You're a brave boy apparently.”
That voice, the voice coming from behind him, the sound that made the feathers I was sitting on Luragorn stand up straight. When the boy turned around, the man dressed in black was swinging his saber towards Luragorn.
Adrenaline was pumped up quickly and Luragorn tried to avoid the slash directed at her. The sword eyes were in front of Luragorn's face and this boy immediately dodged to the side.
The man in black was surprised at the reflexes of this boy who dodged his attack, but it was too late to notice it when Luragorn clasped tightly onto the wooden branch he had made the weapon.
*jrash!
The wooden branch was thrust into the chest of the man in black and spilled a lot of blood onto the ground. The man panicked and kicked Luragorn away.
Luragorn was lying down after getting a kick in his stomach. Although this boy was in pain, but not as much as the hole in the chest that Luragorn made on the man. Luragorn stood up and saw the man in black floundering like a fish on the ground.
Luragorn could have let the man bleed to death, but this boy instead took the saber and pointed it at the dying man.
“You killed my friends and parents,” Luragorn said with a cold look.
“No! Nay! Stop!” the man in black and begged for forgiveness.
*zrash!
***
Hunger and fatigue, sadness and loss. Luragorn staggered under the piercing scorching sun. Eventually Luragorn was unable to step up and fell unconscious.
By the time this boy came to his senses, a chained handcuff had been attached to his wrist. He also found himself in a large cage with people who were also chained.
“Where is this?” murmured Luragorn tried to observe each side of the room.
Unfinished Luragorn got used to it, someone pulled him out and forced him to walk onto a small wooden stage. As far as he could see, there were only a few people watching him.
The person who pulled him seemed to be talking to someone. Not long after, a young woman who was also marching with Luragorn was taken away by someone dressed rather luxuriously.
After a while, the boy realized that he was in the slave market and that he was among the slaves to be sold.
The day ended and Luragorn was again pulled into confinement. The gloomy face looked like an ordinary sight inside that cage. There is no separation between a man or woman, a parent or a child, a healthy or a sick person. The look of resignation and despair seemed to highlight one eye for all.
“Honey once, today bread remains expensive. Thank you to the cursed Luxorn family. Thanks to them, the plague again attacked wheat farmers,” said the slave seller.
The body was fat and the head was bald with a somewhat bushy beard. Brown doublet with long nylon pants as well as leather shoes. Wide chin and round brown eyes. It was a characteristic that Luragorn would remember for the rest of his life.
The slave seller threw a long loaf of bread into the cage. Just as Luragorn wanted to take the fallen bread, the other slaves immediately scrambled to take his share. Jostling and in the end Luragorn got nothing but a blow on his body while trying to scramble for bread.
His stomach rumbled and no one cared. The only ones who got special treatment were the beautiful female slaves, the rest had to scramble for food no matter who.
***
Two months passed and Luragorn was still living his daily life as a slave to be sold. New people come, and old people leave. Sometimes they sell fast, sometimes they sell long. Sometimes there are those who come out because they are bought by someone, sometimes there are those who come out because of the disease and hunger they have suffered. Those were the days Luragorn spent two months and kept going.
“Back into confinement, slave base!” snapped at the slave seller at the end of the day.
The same day as the usual days, it was just that Luragorn had not been sold by anyone. The slave seller started to fret because Luragorn had not sold for two months.
“Why are you so hard to sell? Basic worthless!” maki the slave seller while kicking the dull face of Luragorn.
After the day ended, Luragorn continued to be beaten and kicked for being considered a pesky carrier. Luragorn cannot do much with shackling chains and unhealthy body conditions. His days of waiting and scrambling for food are now getting worse with the torment at the end of the day.
***
“Sorry, this one boy .... How much?” ask someone while taking out a bag of gold pieces.
Luragorn's eyes seemed to be open for a moment and his breath blew smoothly because it could be separated from his daily life as a slave who continued to be tortured.
That person was someone from the Silver Claw guild who wore copper armor and thick claymore. Silver-haired and yellow-eyed, 170 cm tall and quite muscular. The man was named Scer and he became the savior of Luragorn's life as a slave and a torture agent.
Scer took Luragorn to the Silver Claw guild and gave Luragorn decent food and clothing. The large dining room filled with various adventurers of different classes, made Luragorn feel very welcome even though he was a slave.
Although it was unbelievable, Luragorn felt happy to be bought by Scer despite having to be an adventurer though. At least being an adventurer is better than having to be beaten every day.
“Alright Lura, are you ready for your first mission tomorrow?” scer asked as he stroked Luragorn's head quickly.
“U ... u .. uhm ...,” replied Luragorn who was still chewing on a loaf of bread.
***
A bright morning was a new beginning for Luragorn. The day that both his hands and feet were no longer chained by rusty iron handcuffs.
Luragorn had his first mission, exploration in a forest. The fully armed Luragorn felt he could complete his first mission without any problems. A shady forest and some reindeer. Seemed calm and did no harm.
*bhum!
Large footsteps acclimated Luragorn. Shaking the ground and breaking trees along the road. This boy could not believe what he saw, three ogres over five meters tall and carrying a huge mace made of stone.
Thick green skin and glowing red eyes and fangs are arranged along the jaw. The Ogre looked at Luragorn and directly swung his big mace at Luragorn.
*whush!
The sound of a swing split the air and produced an echoing sound. It was fortunate that Luragorn could avoid it at the very last moment.
There was no chance at all to fight the big ogre. Luragorn ran back to where he had to report. Ogre's big move made Luragorn's efforts seem futile. No matter how hard he ran, those ogres would definitely catch Luragorn.
“Farmer!”
Scer's shout erased Luragorn's anger and made this boy put on a wide smile. It was a pity that the smile instantly disappeared upon seeing hundreds of arrows flying through the air. A rain of arrows fell from above on the ogres and some arrows hit Luragorn, scraping his legs and hands and sticking them on his shoulders.
“Scer! I'm still here! Don't attack first!” luragorn shouted while enduring the pain from the blood flowing on his injured body part.
Luragorn limped in trying to dodge and kept shouting at Scer about his whereabouts.
“Magic!” scer's shout instantly wiped Luragorn's cheerful face.
This time it was not an arrow anymore but rather a ball of energy that would be thrown towards the ogres. The energy balls are formed quickly and are ready to launch.
Although Luragorn was near the ogre, Scer did not care at all and still gave the assault order.
“Strike!” shout Scer.
The colorful energy balls were now the rain that would attack Luragorn and the ogres. With his leg injured by the arrow strike, Luragorn tried to avoid the indiscriminate attack coming at him.
“Why? Why did he attack me? Am I not an adventurer too? Why didn't he save me?” luragorn thought with many questions.
*bum! Boom! Boom!
The successive explosions killed all three ogres and somehow Luragorn survived the previous magic attack. His breathing was intermittent and his body was covered in wounds. Luragorn could not have imagined a more severe event than avoiding death before the eyes he had just experienced.
Scer came riding on a white horse and looked at Luragorn who was moaning in pain. A thin grin was thrown at Luragorn and made the boy realize that he was nothing more than a live bait.
From that day on, he again felt the shackles of chains binding his body. But not an iron chain, but an invisible chain that restrains its entire steps like a bird in a transparent cage.
***
Three years have passed since Luragorn became a live bait. In between his free time, this little boy was practicing by himself secretly. In between his free time, this boy carefully studied the fighting experience of each guild member. In between his free time, this boy was improving his own abilities on a regular basis.
His instincts, abilities, physique as well as sword techniques had greatly improved. Forged by a condition that has always been on the verge of death, Luragorn is now a physically and mentally strong person. Luragorn, who was once just an ordinary slave, now grew into a powerful warrior.
Silent night in the moonlight, Luragorn plans to escape from the cursed place that has long bound him. While the people were asleep, Luragorn slipped out.
Before he planned his escape, Luragorn first put sleeping pills in a drinking water reservoir. The guard, the other adventurers and Scer must be fast asleep. A golden opportunity to escape.
Luragorn sped up his pace and dashed out of the guild building. It seemed that the guards were sleeping due to the medicine mixed by this boy. Now there was nothing stopping him from reaching the exit he had always dreamed of.
“Finally ... finally ...,” Inner Luragorn.
*TZUT!
An arrow shot out and stuck it in the doorknob. Luragorn turned around and found Scer who was standing quite staggeringly holding back the drowsiness.
“Ck, trying to poison me? Too soon a hundred years!” scer yelled pulling claymore out of her scabbard.
Scer lunged swiftly towards Luragorn who was standing holding a medium longsword. Luragorn took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. His eyes looked calmly forward while strengthening the grip of his sword.
*trang!
The sword eyes clashed against each other and the two stared at each other with looks of wanting to kill each other.
***
That night, the Silver Claw guild caught fire along with the people sleeping in it including Scer who Luragorn managed to defeat. It was a pity that Luragorn had to pay a lot for his freedom this time around. Torn clothes and broken swords and slashing wounds all over the body were engraved on this teenage boy. Unable to walk, Luragorn collapsed from exhaustion.
***
Luragorn awoke in shock and found himself in a familiar place, a cage of slaves to be sold. The slave seller had previously noticed Luragorn with a grin on his face. The same slave seller who sold it to Scer.
“Hooh .. So you slaughtered the entire guild? It was not in vain to buy that information,” said the fat man with a slight laugh.
“Damn it! I'll–”
*ZTH!
A high-voltage electric shock ran through Luragorn's body and opened his wound overnight. Mounted firmly on Luragorn's neck, a shackle necklace with several magic spells was neatly inscribed. Luragorn felt his body convulsing and the teenage boy lay pitifully.
“You like it? I bought it from a witch, a shackle necklace that can tame a dragon child. The price is quite expensive, but I think it's worth it,” said the slave seller.
“Ka .. ka. ka .. you ...,” Luragorn tries to speak with his numb tongue.
“Hah? Whahuh? You threatening me?”
*ZTH!
“AAA!!”
Luragorn's screams pushed the other slaves away, thin yellow static electricity appearing to be imprinted on Luragorn's slightly charred body.
“Oi! Boy .. You're just a slave. Wherever you go your destiny is to be a tool for others. Just stay there and calm down. Your price is quite expensive, do not fight much or you will die.”
The sentence was attached to Luragorn and pulled him back to his daily life as a slave to be sold. Luragorn was tired and did not care about his own fate and decided to sleep, letting the fate of fate dictate his life.
