The Arks

From the creation of the Five Kings of the underworld to the alliance with the Arks, it was all for Minwoo to absorb. The rise and fall of the previous Marquess within the Campania"s domain. His goal to protect and give order to the people of the underworld.

"We didn"t know we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun," said Minwoo, looking att the memories go by.

He felt sad and happy at the same time. The rush of emotions was overwhelming for him as he looked through his entire life as a human. He quickly grabbed the scene of he and Mavislin cooking. One of the times that truly laid an impact on his life.

"Can"t believe that I would miss her so easily. For someone who kept biting me, she was incredible. And adorable," muttered the Marquess, as a single tear rolled down his cheeks.

As the record finished, he was left in an empty meadow. The blue sky had fluffy clouds, the gra.s.s beneath his feet was soft. He looked around, a mountain was in the distance. He was wearing a pure white robe with no shoes.

He began making his way towards the mountain. For what seemed like hours of painful hiking, he could make out something. As he went near, he could see a little home, not too far away from his reach. Minwoo made a beeline towards the house.

All the way, he felt a sense of belonging as he went nearer to the house. Like it was calling out to him. When he had finally reached the front door, a couple opened it. They looked confused at first but reached out to him. As Minwoo looked hesitant, the couple gave a sincere smile.

"Do not be afraid. This is where those saved by our daughter linger and rest. You are free to roam about. Here, you are at peace," explained the woman.

"Daughter?" asked Minwoo, his voice hoa.r.s.e.

"Little Mavislin created this world for souls like you and us to rest. You can choose to pa.s.s on, or you can bear witness to what Mavislin is doing now," answered the man.

"Bear witness?"

Minwoo looked down at his feet. This was the worst way to get introduced to a girl"s parents. But the couple smiled, gesturing him to come into the small house.

As he entered, a huge wave of warmth hit him. It looked like any other old home, yet it struck him with such nostalgia. After looking around, it was only then he realized it was representative of the Old Chapel. A place Mavislin held dear.

And there, sitting on the couch, was none other than the Marquess" fallen brother. That stick man.

"Took you long enough, White Rat," said the stick man, waving at Minwoo to join him.

"Been a while, eh? Ashley," said Minwoo, plopping down onto the couch with Ashley.

The couple smiled as they went away, unable to bear witness how their precious daughter had to deal with another event of a fallen comrade. This gave the two brothers some much needed time on catching up.

"So, how did you end up here?" asked Ashley, crossing his long legs.

"Had to ask Mav to kill me. Some Shadow being was running around in my body, hurting everyone," explained Minwoo, as if it was the most obvious answer of all time.

"Sounds fair enough."

A huge block crystal sat in front of the stick man, projecting what was the Valkyrie doing in the present time.

"d.a.m.n it!" shouted Mavislin, as she collapsed onto the cold, hard ground.

Her hands turned back into claws as she tried digging up the cold, stone pathway. Trying to get back what she had lost. Her anger mixed with her frustration and sadness. Why wasn"t she able to save him? She was the mightiest race in the Universe, so why can"t she save a human"s life?!

Her wails and sobbing echoed throughout the domain. The sadness of a fallen comrade rushed throughout the land. The tears of a Valkyrie had alerted most of the Mages around. They pondered on whether to help, to comfort the poor girl.

After all, taking the life of a family member is no easy task to do. She had done it well, but she could not deal with the memories that came after. To remember that Minwoo could never come back was the worst thing she had ever felt to date.

Being reminded of death hurts, to have flashbacks of the good times makes it even worst. There are some things one can never get back, no matter how much effort the person puts in. And there are some feelings of despair, that one can never ever shake off.