A young boy while pointing to the magical carriage of a noble, "Father look it's a magical carriage."
His father hushed him, "HUSH! Don't speak out loud or point finger at it," he said while pushing his son's hand down. But little Edward was not bothered he remained enchanted by the magical spectacle in front of him. Since that day, Edward had always been fascinated about magic and its use. He always asked his father with a glittering sparkle in his eyes, "Father, when would I be able to use magic too ?"
"One day son, surely one day..."
That memory now just stays as a blissful past which also haunts him now after the death of his father.
Edward goes back into his house informing his mother and siblings the news. He says, "I'll be going with the adventure party of The House of Gravemore as their Dungeon Cleaner,"
"Brother why are you going into the dungeons now and where is father ?" asked Roy with curiosity and a painful yearning in his eyes as he tugged at Edward's sleeve.
"Dun..g..e.on whe..re ," blurted out the young toddler crawling towards Edward. With an ignorant smile on her face covered with dust was the smaller sibling of Edward, Elina Miller.
The grim situation of his family hurts Edward more than words can express but this is his reality, it always had been.
He just looked up with eyes squeezed with a silent plea tore from his heart screaming, "Father, where are you ?"
He soon feels a cold chill running through his spine as the answer came back as a cold silence from the hollow walls of the house. The house that has once been a home but now is just a room of silent cries.
"Keh-keh !!," a dry ragged cough from Marie broke the silence.
"Your father went to get snacks sweetheart," she told her young infant daughter and her son Roy.
She hugged them close to her frail self as she secretly cried knowing her husband had died and on his footsteps will now follow her son, Edward.
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He would walk the same treacherous path which is laden with uncertainty of death. Yet all of this just for a promise of some food for the people around.
"How much more cruel can fate be," she thought to herself.
Edward wiped his tears and started packing his bag with meagre supplies.
A change of clothes, a half eaten loaf of bread, few small tools and certain torn pieces of cloth for makeshift bandages in case needed.
He then sets out after bidding farewell to his younger siblings and a promise to his mom that he'll take care of his own and will be back with some medicine for her with whatever money he is able to earn today.
"Just take care of yourself my dear boy, you are my world now and a ray of hope for your younger siblings. Please come back soon," she said smiling through her tears. Edward sensed from her cold hand, warm embrace how much grief his mom was going through yet she hid it all behind a weak but beautiful smile.
He set out with the adventure party, trailing in their shadow as if the grim trailing the brilliance. The party was like the masterpiece of an artist, everyone different, but yet all fitting their role and just beautiful as if the sculptures of Greek gods.
And just as his father told him,
"Only the noblemen of the highest stature are the ones gifted of mana," and true to the words, he could see a wonderous light of different shades swirling around them,
Wrapped around the hero's blade,
Tinkling in the mage's staff,
Surrounding the priest with a holy presence,
Humming around like little birds on the healer's shoulders was the magnificent mana, something that Edward thinks he will never be able to use. It's as if the mana itself had fallen in love with these gods in form of humans, yet not all gods are virtuous as thought of.
"We have reached," said the hero raising his sword high as a command to stop and then he turned around speaking with a heavy dominant and confidence laden voice.
"Today we claim the 60th floor of this dungeon which will provide us with the resources for the people."
For a little moment of hope, Edward thought maybe the nobles aren't bad after all and do care for people, just then the swordman turned to him, his gaze sharp and cold staring right at Edward,
"Hey You ! Dungeon Cleaner wait for our return and stay where you are don't come forward, or you might stain our supplies with your filth."
"He really stinks a lot, at least his father had enough sense to keep his distance," replied the mage with a hand on her face covering her laugh.
"Oh but poor man he died early much like how he will die too," replied the archer in unison.
It really enraged Edward but he couldn't do a thing and rather just told himself "Well, this is the nobility," with his head drooping down as he stood in the same place where he stopped earlier and waited for the party to return with slight anger, grit on his face.
