You should not have come."

"I have to… I must stop you."

"A mere child sent by the Gods… you will die if you persist."

Afraid but determined, the sword was held in barely quivering hands.

"If you're that determined to see your Gods in person, I will give you a fight worthy of your will."

Pulling a sword from beside, the hilt was discarded for now, the edge aimed towards the child.

"This is your last chance, child; turn back. Once you clash, there will be no more morn for one of us."

"Then, I'll have to make sure it's you."

The child ran forward and blades clashed, attacks parried, but even with the Gods strengthening their servant, speeding up the natural speed, it still was no real match. The child caused minor injuries compared to the heavier ones sustained.

Knocking the boy to the ground, he kicked the sword away. Without it, the Gods could still speak to but could not power up their servant anymore. Without their help, he was just a young boy too young for war, wounded from the traps to get there and wounded by the battle and the damage finally catching up.

"What is your name, child?"

"It's …" A cough of blood. "It's Fai... Fluorite.."

"Your family will learn you died honorably."

"... do.. Do I have to die now? I still… I still have some fight left…"

"Sleep, Fai. And you'll wake in a better place."

He was supposed to be the villain but why did he sound so sad and compassionate then? Even so, Fai closed his eyes.

The villain walked over to the sword he kicked away. With his own blade, he pressed it down before breaking Fai's blade in two. "Heathen Gods… you will pay for every life you've sent to kill me."