by Albafica Temero 9th March 2019, 9:04 am
Albafica found himself at a loss. Once more he found himself alone in this world, with no-one to call his friend, and nowhere to call his home. Nightmare had disappeared; disbanded so quickly after he'd joined. Yuiisai had somehow managed to slip from his grasp, making him to lose his supposed twin. The very reason he had joined Nightmare was to protect her from harm, so her disappearing had been enough reason to leave the guild as is, for none had truly gotten his interest in the time he was there. The former guildmaster had piqued his interest, but had chosen to leave this world behind for another realm, which irked the young saint greatly. In his eyes it downright bordered to betrayal, to leave his own guild behind without a mere word, and had made Chaoris fall from grace to him. Similarly Mythica, his successor, albeit rumors claiming her to be even more powerful than Chaoris, had never shown her face to him. So said power were only rumours in his eyes; her disbanding the guild a sign of weakness. And if it was one thing he did not like, it was this weakness. The azure-haired boy growled softly as he made his way down the cobblestone road leading into town. The thing that had gotten him to move had been during the fight after Nightmare's disbanding. Albafica had decided to tag along with the mages of a guild going by the name of Crimson Fang. Not out of cheer interest of joining the guild, but more out of boredom and having nothing else on hands. Safe to say they boasted their strength and bravado, but in the end the Rune Knights defeated them fairly quickly despite the dark guild's overwhelming numbers. Him included. Albafica had managed to make his first kill before he was taken down by a man with such power that even the very thought of it made him shiver in excitement. After all this time, he had been looking for the right person to follow in the wrong places. Despite having stood on opposite sides during said battle, that man was the one he wanted to swear his undying loyalty to. And as such, he would.
It was the very reason he'd strayed from the shadows and was now venturing into towns and cities in hopes of finding out about this man’s whereabouts. In all honesty Albafica greatly disliked going into crowded places due to the poison in his blood. If he remained around people too long they’d become affected, and if he had a wound upon his body that would leak any of his blood, the consequences could be even worse than just that… they’d be lethal. Only people that greatly outclassed him, or carried a poison immunity were to survive, but there were little of those present at current. Only Sayrn, the one who recruited him into Basilisk Fang back in the day had been immune, and thus survived. But that had been a long time ago. Too long. Lost in thoughts, Albafica had yet to notice that he had ventured into the town’s walls and unto the main road, all until a specific set of words caught his attention. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, staring at a group of men busily talking. Did they just mention golden armor…? Without hesitation, Albafica headed towards the group.
“Excuse me, what were you talking about?” He asked the man as he tapped him on the back. He would've reached for the shoulder, but as it was now his lacking height prevented him from even reaching that part, so he had to make do with other ways of getting the man's attention. The man, quite literally several feet taller than him, turned around and looked at the young boy before him. “What?” he replied, not having heard Albafica's question. Albafica frowned shortly, slightly taken aback by the sudden hostility in the man's voice; but it looked like once the man had realised it was just a child in front of him, had changed his expression to a kinder one. The azure-haired mage, actually an adult stuck in a child's body, decided to play the con card instead, and got his act up. “Sorry mister, but I just overheard your talk and it sounded really cool, so I wanted to know a bit more about it.” Albafica replied in turn, blinking overly cutesy while working the man’s heart with his big, innocent eyes. The man looked down at the kid and ruffled his hair. “Well kiddo, it might not be a story you want to hear. You could find it scary.”
“No sir, I'm a big boy! I don’t get scared that easily!” Albafica exclaimed, folding his arms across his chest and largening his stance to appear tougher. The way a child would do. It gave him a hearty laughter in return from the group of men that had been talking, which was enough proof for Albafica to know he'd done well in convincing them of the part he was playing. If anything he'd already lowered their guard and wrapped them around his tiny little finger. But in all honesty, he hated acting like this. Lowering himself to get what he really needed, merely because his current physique couldn't handle a bunch of grown ups, let alone threaten them. Resorting to underhanded tactics just as these were well below his standards, but in this world you had to make do with what you had. And at this point, that was his adorable appearance, looking more like a whimsy girl than an actual boy on top of that. A gift, yet also a curse. Luckily one he knew how to take advantage of.
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