Everything around Johann went black for a second, but then he opened his eyes to see his father standing before him, rapier in hand. "Now Johann, come at me with everything you have, and try to learn something for once !" he shouted, pointing the tip of the blade in Johanns direction. Johann blinked for a second, and he figured he must have drifted off in some daydream again. He just had other things in mind than learning how to use a sword or how to hold cutlery or what to say to who. He was endlessly bored with the life he had been given, but his father always went on and on and on about how lucky he was and it annoyed him to no end. He drew his own rapier, rolling his eyes and responding with a simple "Yes, father" before making his boredom know with an annoyed sigh.
He took a couple steps forward and swung the rapier, but his father easily blocked the advance, almost knocking the delicate weapon out of Johann's hand. He took a step back only to dash forward once more, swinging his rapier from bottom to top, a tactic that wasn't allowed in a duel. For a split second his father looked surprised, but the surprise was quickly replaced by anger as he jumped back, swinging his sword at Johann so hard he almost cut his own hand, sending the boys rapier flying. He sheathed his own rapier and quickly made his way over to Johann "What was that just now, boy ? Have you no shame ?" He said with an angry voice. He kneeled down, his tone changing from angry to disappointed. "Look Johann, I know you have no interest in these kind of things, but one day they might come in handy. I'm just trying to help you in case you need to defend yourself". "Defend from what ? Nothings ever gonna happen around here, it's always quiet and boring day-in day-out, this meaningless and stupid and I don't wanna do it" Johann screamed at his father before storming off.
He leaned against the old hollow birch tree where he usually went when he didn't want to be disturbed. It was the perfect hiding spot for when people came to look for him as none of them had any idea about the tree being hollow and Johann made an effort to keep it that way. He was angry at his father. Johann had tried to explain that he didn't want any of this, he didn't want to be the only heir to a noble family and rule over this irrelevant island in the middle of nowhere until his death, just be the count blabla of blabla. Just thinking that made him sigh in frustration. All he wanted was to be an adventurer, an explorer, a mage. His dream was to join a guild, but his father was furious when he had heard that his only son didn't want to continue his line, but run off to some some random guild to dig through dirt and do others chores for a living. He had forbidden him to talk about it and it made Johann even more angry just thinking about it again.
His thoughts were interrupted by screams, and in his head he went "Here we go again. Well, if they're looking for me guess it's time to go back". He made his way out of the hollow tree and walked a few meters when he heard more screams in the distance. It was odd since normally his father would just send one or two servants to look for him, and that was when he noticed the smoke and the bright red glare on the horizon. "Oh no no no no" he shouted while picking up pace, now running back to the village that was his home. He had barely made his way over the hills when he saw the inferno that used to be houses, gardens and farms. He broke down and fell to his knees. As he watched for a few seconds in shock and disbelief he heard a rough and deep voice that he had never heard before behind him exclaiming "Oho, looks like I found another one he he he".
He turned around to see a tall, muscular man with a broadsword in one and a dagger in the other hand, a scar running from one brow to the other. "Now, if you don't want to die, kid, get your hands up where I can see them and start walking" the other shouted, pointing his sword at Johann. He didn't even think about it, drawing his own sword and storming forward to attack the man. He swung his rapier, but compared to the bandit, his moves were slow and clumsy, and the bandit just knocked the sword out ot Johanns hand before striking him over the back of his head with the pommel. The bandit cackled "Not fast enough" and gripped Johann, who could barely hold himself on his own two feet, at his collar, dragging him to the edge of the firestorm that he used to call his home. When Johann started to regain his vision he looked around and his face went pale. He saw that the horde had rounded up everyone he knew, the villagers, he sailors ... his eyes wandered around, looking for his family, only to discover the face of his father seconds later. He was bleeding from a wound on his head and from his mouth, unable to move, laying in his mother's arms.
His father turned to face him, his eyes opened and he saw Johann just a moment later. His face went pale and was in utter shock. It didn't seem like he could muster his voice, but Johann understood that his mouth spelled one word again and again and again ... "RUN". He struggled and tried to free himself from the grip of the bandit, but it didn't help. The man only offered Johann taunt as he commented with "You're a wild one, aren't you , he he he ? I'm gonna save you for myself."
"Now boss, what are we gonna do with these people" another voice asked the tall man. "Huh, isn't that obvious man ? he he. We've already taken everything worth a penny or two. Shoot them". Johann stopped his struggle and he almost collapsed at these last two words. The gang surrounded his friends, his family, everyone he knew. "Ready" the scarred man cackled with an amused voice. "stop". Johanns voice was but a whisper between the crying and screaming of everyone else. This was hell. It was a nightmare. He was sure he had died and gone to hell for acting like a spoiled brat towards his father. "Aim". The words broke Johanns heart. A stream of tears ran from his eyes and over his cheeks. He raised his voice once more "STOP". He had seen all of this before, he had felt all of this before. This couldn't be. He regained his spirit. He lifted his head only to stare into the eyes of his terrified father and his crying mother. His soul shattered and his face filled with pure rage and hatred. "he he he, this is my favourite part". "I. SAID. STOP". In a calm and serious voice the bandit leader spoke the word that Johann had never forgotten and would never in his life forget. "Fire"
A cracking explosion echoed through the hills, and then, silence. It was not gunfire however. Johann had seen enough. He knew he had seen this before, nothing in the world could make him forget what happened after the bandit spoke those words. He raised his hand, his voice almost cracking from pure hatred as he said "PRESSURE CRUSH". Within a fraction of a second, the man who stood so tall in Johanns memory had been reduced to a pulp from the pressure of the air that descended onto him, eradicating him entirely as his blood splattered all over the ground. "Not fast enough, huh ?" He turned around, exploding into a stream of air and dirt as he slashed through every single one of the bandits with a speed that made him invisible to the naked eye, hthe man and his blade showing no mercy on those that would, no, those that had murdered everyone he had ever held close. He had seen it happen before, but he would NEVER. EVER. in his life let it happen again. He cut through the darkness only to open his eyes once more, finding that he was standing on the beach still. He hadn't moved an inch, but he clenched his rapier in his right fist so hard that blood was dripping from his hand. He lowered his head, tears rolling from his eyes. He sheathed his sword, but had trouble even keeping himself on his feet. "That wasn't fair" he uttered before falling on his knees.
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