Year 842
It was still slightly dark outside, with the rising sun's morning rays beginning to illuminate all of Marley. As dawn broke, people stirred, waking up and preparing to head to their stalls, setting up for work.
But a closer look you can see that some individuals wore armbands, indicating their status.
Outside, a member of the Marley Public Security caught someone staring at him "Ugh, what the fuck are you looking at, devil?" he said in clear disgust.
"Got a problem with your eyes, need me to fix them?"
The man visibly frightened turned away, stammering, "S-Sorry, sir, it won't happen again. Forgive me for my mistake; I was just trying to head to work."
The Marleyan clearly didn't care what the man had to say, judging by the look on his face. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get a move on before you and I have a talk," he said.
In fear, the man quickened his pace to leave. People were looking at him, some slightly laughing, while others chose to ignore the situation from afar, not wanting to get caught up in it.
He didn't make it too far before he heard the same voice: "Shit, you've already ruined my mood; come back here, devil." The soldier's words hung in the air, heavy, making the man who was already walking away, freeze in his tracks.
He turned and then walked back, his face full of fear, and said, "I'm sorry if I offended you; I didn't mean to." His voice was barely a whisper, laced with a slight begging tone, in his mind pleading to be let go.
*Thwack*
The soldier's fist connected with a sickening thud, sending the man staggering backward. A follow up blow landed squarely on his jaw, and he fell to the ground. The soldier not caring laid out multiple barrage of kicks and punches, each strike harder then the last one. The man curled up, trying to protect himself, but the beating continued.
He wished he hadn't gone to work today, thinking about his kids and just wanting to be there with them.
What did he do that was so wrong? He just glanced at that man, and by pure coincidence, the soldier looked as well, but he knew it was for repentance.
Other soldiers, when they saw, even decided to jump in, all saying, "Yeah, take that you trash!" or "Devil, you fucking deserve this!"
By the time they were done, the man lay there motionless, with bruises and blood all around, his face sunken in, choking on his own blood. In the end, he was dead. People still walked by, for some this was the norm every morning.
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In a dimly lit room, a man sat on the edge of a worn armchair, he sang softly, "If I lose it all, slip and fall, I will never look away..." His voice, though not perfect, carried emotion that filled the small space.
Suddenly, a small figure appeared in the doorway, a kid around the age of 6 or 7, with wide, curious eyes.
The child interrupted him, tilting his head slightly, "You're singing again, Dad. Where do you even get some of these songs?" The man, now known as Dad head of the Tybur, paused and looked up, a warm smile spreading across his face.
He chuckled softly, ruffling the kid's hair as he replied, "Oh, it's just something I learned a long time ago. Don't worry about it too much, Elias."
Elias responded, "If you say so, Dad."
He paused for a moment before asking, "Are you ready?" The dad responded, puzzled, "Ready for what?" Elias made a face of disbelief, "Are you serious right now?" He continued, "Don't tell me you forgot! You said I could start training with you already! You were gonna teach me how to wield all types of weapons and stuff, remember? Remember?" His eyes sparkled with anticipation.
The dad says, "Ah, yeah, of course! How could I forget? I would never... you know I have the best memory." He says it sarcastically, a playful glint in his eyes.
The kid giggles, "Sure, Dad. Come on!" He grabs his dad's hand, pulling him towards the door. "My older brother and sister are waiting outside."
A Tybur guard opens the door for them as they step outside the room and head towards the training area.
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As the memory fades, the scene shifts to a large bedroom where a kid is sleeping alone in a massive bed. His black hair is messy, sprawled across the pillow.
Suddenly, a woman enters the room, her footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She approaches the window and pulls open the blinds, letting a flood of sunlight stream into the room.
The kid stirs, shifting around in the bed, instinctively trying to avoid the light. He clearly doesn't want to wake up. The woman, her face expressionless, walks closer to the bed and says, "Wake up, Elias, food is ready." Her voice calm.
Elias wakes up, still groggy and disoriented. "Ugh, what's going on?" he mumbles, his eyes struggling to focus.
The woman, Lara, asks, "Are you okay? It seems you're still not fully there yet. No surprise, it was just yesterday when you inherited the War Hammer."
Elias looks up in shock, completely forgetting about the events of the previous day.
As the realization hits him, a wave of disgust washes over him. He ate his dad. The thought sends bile rising in his throat, and he rushes towards the bathroom, barely making it to the sink before he throws up.
His sister walks up to him and gently pats him on the back, trying to soothe him.
She offers small, comforting circles, Elias leans heavily on the sink his knuckles white as he grips the sink. He splashes cold water on his face, the shock being a temporary distraction from the churning in his stomach and the memories flooding his mind.
Staring at his reflection he sees black eyes, usually so full of life, are now clouded with dread. His black hair, normally styled with meticulous care, is disheveled and damp, clinging to his forehead.
He sees the stark resemblance to his sister, Lara right beside him trying to comfort him. He knew this day was coming, or at least he knew yesterday that he was going to have to eat his dad, but shit, it still sucked. No matter how hard he tried, he felt like vomiting again.
A couple of minutes later, the pair of siblings emerge, walking side by side.
Elias had a stoic expression, attempting to mimic his sister's composed demeanor, but traces of his inner struggle are still visible.
As they walk, they reach the dining hall where breakfast is prepared. Today, he turns eight years old. In one more year, he will be joining the warrior candidates.
At least, that's what his father would of wanted.
For some reason, my brother and sister said he started acting weird since I was born, probably because Mother died during my birth, but he never treated me any differently.
Apparently he would speak in a different language that we didn't know or say weird things about how he was going to change how things ended.
But maybe I'll see what he was thinking one of these days when I inherit some of his memories.
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Fuck for some reason this did not come out how I liked I understand; it feels weird typing out the dialogues, and I can't come up with anything good. This is way harder than I thought. Props to everyone who can. I'm going to see if I post another one, but yeah, this felt awkward and weird for me. I don't know; I'll see. But let me know if you liked it or not.
and its short... damn i was tryna hit 2k atleast
Is Aot FF community even alive at this point?