"To protect life.
To destroy life. Sometimes they are the same thing."
(I will be doing my exam trials within the Arcane realm in parts so it is easier to follow; and for me to just keep mental record.)
A bit over a day for him to keep the portal up. And an estimated twelve hours of completion. Aian didn't know what kind of activities he will meet within the Arcane Realm. Aian took in one last deep breathe to calm his nerves, raising to his feet. He exhaled, and walked towards the portal; slowly stepping through. His twelve hours started then.
Just stepping beyond the portal threw Aian for a loop: His sense of time was thrown completely off switching between feeling hours going by to an eternal second passing. He held no sense of balance; unable to tell if he was walking straight, or on a sphere; just that he was passing by something in some form of manner. Direction held no sense of truth into it. He didn't have any physical plane to see, no horizon no vertical point, nothing. His eyes were only picking up the flow of energy in an array of colors within an ever-changing background. Each color-Aian estimated- held an element: Fire is red, Water is Sea Blue, Ice is Cyan, etc. The world around him was a swirling torrent of colors on a dark purple background; Aian even lost position of the portal he had come through. However, everything around him turned completely black suddenly. Slowly, a scene of Aian standing in a hallway late at night in the bluish glow of moonlight faded in around him. Aian reached to the wall, touching it. It felt actually there. Real. Aian became confused; trying to figure out where he was. There were two doors up ahead of him, each leading too a different room. Then there was a "T" section just beyond those. Aian looked behind him to see a somewhat familiar doorframe; one that he did not immediately recognized but scratched at the back of his head. It looked like a simple door with a small semi circle window at the top. It was both common and fancy looking, so it didn't stand out too him. He tried opening the door, but it was locked. He couldn't get it to budge an inch. Raising an eyebrow, he turned around to see a black figure just slip beyond the corner of the "T" section up ahead. Aian walked up to the corner, looking around to see anything. To the right was a neat and tidy large kitchen. To the left where he saw the shadow run by, there was another door on the left hand side down further away, and a stair case to the right. But no shadow figure. Aian felt something staring at him from behind.
There was a small black figure standing right behind him in front of the two doorways. It walked into the room on its left, just as Aian turned around. Aian was beginning to get nervous. He walked slowly towards the door on his right, and peered into the room. There he saw a smoking fireplace, and two well-adorned chairs sitting in front of it. There, Aian saw the black figure down on the other end of the room beyond the second chair. It was small, child size, but completely adorned in shadows. "Are you okay?" Aian asked, naturally being concerned for a child; forgetting where he currently was taking a test. The child like figure didn't speak, but ran away towards the hall and up the stairs through the second doorway. Raising an eyebrow; Aian followed cautiously and silently. There were no pictures at all like how a normal home would have of the family or memories; each of the walls was bare. The top of the stairs was the darkest part of the house, as there wasn't a single window in that hallway to give way to light. But Aian could vaguely see a child run up to one of the doors, opening it and closing it behind him. The door prevented Aian from seeing if it was the same figure or what was beyond inside the room as the door opened up in his direction. Aian slowly walked towards the door, his stomach twisting and turning as he felt a very familiar presence beyond the door. Aian opened it slowly, and stepped inside.
Aian was immediately bathed in moonlight from the large window in front of him. The blue tint that filled the room flooded his brain with memories. He knew now where exactly he was. It was his old bedroom. The neatly made bed, no toys at all to play with or even to leave on the floor, a well kept clean carpet, a mirror resting on the left wall, and a single dresser next to his bed underneath the window. Everything was exactly the same; except for the shadow figure that stood in the very middle of this room. Aian could tell immediately who it was, himself. The shadow figure turned to prove his prediction right: it was a smaller younger version of himself holding a butcher knife. Shadows covered his face, but tear marks could be seen running down off of his cheeks. The knife was positioned downward ready to plunge into the small chest of the child.
"I...Did...It"Were the only words from the younger Aian as he stood there with the blade in hand.
"Come over here, give me the knife." Aian stated calmly and soft hoping to get his younger version to listen, "What did you do?"
"I...Killed...Them." The sobbing child replied, making Aian open his eyes wide. He knew exactly what he was talking about; but he never blamed himself for what happened that night in his childhood. That night, Kamuy had possessed Aian fully and forced him to murder his parents with a knife downstairs in the kitchen. Then, he set the house ablaze; killing all of the servants whom were sleeping with them and destroying the house.
"It wasn't our fault, Kamuy-" Aian began quickly trying to counter-argue and calm the child; but stopped when he screamed out in pain from his left hand. The child version of him had stabbed his own left hand while Aian was talking. Aian looked at his palm to see it was profusely bleeding from a stab wound. That was when Aian remembered where exactly he was and what he was doing. This was one of the tests he had to get over: but what did he have to do? Aian tried to rush to his younger version to forcefully remove the knife from his hand. But, as he took one step with his right foot forward, the child stabbed his right knee; causing Aian to collapse.
"I killed them...It's my fault..." The child repeated, lifting the knife out of his knee and stabbing his other; pinning Aian to his spot. Aian would gasp out as his legs refused to move with the pain of the tendons being pierced. It was apparent that the child was not going to let him stop by force; leaving him only one option.
"No! We did not kill them! It's not our Fault!" The child stabbed his left shoulder. Aian winced at the pain but kept going. "Kamuy did it! There was nothing we could do!"Stabbed in the in the right shoulder. Cut along his left cheek. Stabbed in both of his calves. The onslaught continued to get worse and worse the more Aian tried to fight back. Finally, the child aimed for his heart.
"It's...my...fault..." He uttered, raising the knife. Aian was in pain, and he could feel a tightening sensation along his heart. But he wasn't caring about that at this point: Aian felt pain like this before through his constant beatings whenever he misbehaved. It all came flooding back in one wave that he had suppressed for years upon years. He snapped.
"THEY DESERVED IT!!!" Aian roared out at the top of his lungs. The child stopped, holding the knife in mid air as if waiting for him to continue. Aian sat there panting. Though his eyes flared with rage as he glared up at the child. "They deserved it...They deserved every once of pain that they are receiving. They are down in hell, BURNING, for their sins! They never loved us; THEY HATED US! They were not parents, they just kept us around to keep their image up. But they never once cared. Not an ounce. No, they deserved every little bit that we did to them. I wanted to do it; but couldn't bring myself too. Kamuy did it for us, but it was OUR WILL to have it done! They never tried to make up for what they did! It got worse, and worse, and worse. Being beaten for no reason everyday we had no choice but to believe it was our fault. But we did nothing, ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING BUT EXIST! I AM GLAD THAT THEY ARE DEAD!" Aian ranted out. The child was stunned; unsure of to be afraid or anything else. But Aian's rage settled as tears flowed out from him. He forced himself up despite the pain, and walked towards the child. He placed his hands onto his shoulders and held a smile upon his face. "But because of what happened, we found out that the world is not just full of pain. We found Master. He taught us everything we needed to know. And then we found our Guild Master, and a new family. People who accepted us; and got to know us. We found out what it meant to really be in a family because of them." The child was crying at this point too. A small faint light was glowing around the child as Aian kept up with his smile. "So, no more regrets; okay?"
"Okay..." The child nodded with a smile. It turned into a flash of light, clearing Aian's vision of the house and putting him back into what he stepped into. Aian's own body was slightly glowing, as the wounds mostly healed and closed to enable him to move properly again.
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