disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. What the author wrote in this story may or may not deviate from the source material. Valiant Force belong to XII Braves as developer, and Funplus as publisher.
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Everyone would want at least a single fascinating thing to happen in their daily life. Afterall, that's when we, as human feel that we are truly 'alive' in the midst of unchanging, hectic day to day grinding we call 'living'. However, as human being, we also need some moderation in what we deem as 'fascinating'. We can't take too much as it will cause unneccessary burden to our own well-being.
That's what I thought.
I was just a university student, also a part-time wallmart cashier, and during weekends, internet cafe supervisor. I had a decent grade, some friends I can hang out and spend time with, well maybe lacking a girl to date but I don't think I have enough time or mind to spare for that yet. I only have decent but well-maintained relation with my family and relatives, for I'm currently staying several towns away from them to pursue my study.
As like any other people out there, my life could become boring after a while. Especially since I'm just a regular guy who were contend with the regular daily activities and couldn't be bothered with doing something extravagant just to get a small thrill to liven things up. Call me a chicken, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.
And so, I turned my sight on something more mundane and less risky: fiddling with the internet through my handphone.
I could use the computer at the internet cafe that I work in to surf the net for free, but it's only during weekend and further more using the station too much is against work ethic. The apartment where I lived in did not have internet line available readily. The room had a cheap rent, so I guess it was a given if the accomodation was also not that good. Buying and maintaining a separate internet line for my own use would drain my resource eventually. With what little I got from part time working, I could live out day to day, with some extra if I'm being frugal. But that's it. I couldn't afford to spend more. Especially if I want to complete my study. As such, I'm stuck with only my phone.
Then come Valiant Force.
You can say my playing this hand phone game called "Valiant Force" was by coincidence; I found it when I was randomly browsing through playstore. It all start with mere curiousity, but quickly turned into fascination that helped filled my life later on.
It's all fun and game, until one fateful day.
The day when, for some moments of my life, the game became my life itself.
Alright, that might sound like as if I had turned into a bum. But seriously, no. Why would I tell you a story of me being a jobless bum who spend his time playing game all day long? A phone game no less?
It all start during an afternoon when I was on my way to the part time job. Of course, something like this always happened when we least expect it. And of course, the me back then did not have the slightest clue of what will happen that day.
"Hey! Time to switch place, bro!"
I waved at the part timer standing by on the cash register as I entered the mart and made my way to the employee room.
"Bro? Are you blind or something?"
I turned my head after hearing that answer laced with annoyed tone coming from the cashier. It came from a young girl, maybe about the same age as me. I was quite preplexed since as far as I remember, the part timer that took the shift before mine was a guy.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't noticed. The person who used to work on the desk was a guy, so I just said what I used to say to greet him."
The girl gave me a glance.
"Well, I did start to work only this morning..so, apology accepted."
She offered me a handshake, which I took graciously, then took off after warning me not to repeat the same mistake again. I shrugged and followed suit to the employee room.
"Why are you following me?"
The girl suddenly turned around as we reach the door leading to the employee room.
"Err..because my uniform is inside the locker...? You can't bring back the uniform back home, remember?"
The uniform I was talking about is actually a long green apron with name tag on it. Every two days or so, the store owner will collect the said apron for cleaning and replace it with the fresh one.
Interestingly, it's also a way for the store owner to see if the employee are doing their job effectively. If by the time she collect it the apron is still slightly clean, with some but little dirt to spot, then it's safe to assume that the owner of the said apron is working without making too many mistake. If it's ended up very dirty, the owner will ask the said apron's owner what had gone wrong and act accordingly. And some other criterions that I'm not aware yet.
Anyway, the employees are forbidden to bring the apron back home because of this very reason. The shop owner even made a point by creating a special poster to remind employees about this rule.
The girl kept looking at me while seemingly searching her memory to check whether my words were true or if it was just me making up non sense. Knowing that remembering some rules might be hard for newbies (I've been there myself), I simply pointed at the old small poster right next to the employee room door.
The girl took a look toward the poster; a picture of the owner, arm crossed, face contorted in a way to look as mean as possible, and a huge red "LEAVE YOUR UNIFORM IN THE LOCKER".
Honestly, I found the poster somewhat funny instead of making us willing to obey. Evidently, the girl had similar thought as she held back her chuckling once she finished checking the poster out.
"Okay. I guess this one is my fault. There was no such weird rule and... poster, back at my old workplace."
Traces of held back laughter was still there even as she said that with a smile on her face. She then motioned me to go in first.
"You go ahead. Don't want to make you late for work. I'll go in after you're done."
I was about to argue back, but choose to drop the topic and took the offer. I fished out my handphone from my pocket and began to ran Valiant Force as I walked to the door.
Then it happened.
I didn't know how, but a can of soda just rolled right under my feet, causing me to trip myself forward and crashed into the employee room door.
I realized that my head had hit the doorknob pretty hard since I felt a strong pain in my forehead and a terrible headache as I laid on the floor face down. What I didn't know yet was that collision caused a bleeding open wound on my forehead, which slowly accumulate a pool of blood.
The last thing I know were sounds that reminded me of the noise created when I accidentally dropped frying pan to the floor, only that this particular sounds seemed like there were not only one of the frying pan fell to the floor; a shrill cry of a girl; and fading light...
"Drake, are you okay?!"
My eyes wide open in a shock, as if I had been awakened from a dream. I was laying prone on the hard floor. There was a girl kneeling in front me. Her expression was that of worry.
"Siena, please get over here! Drake need some treatment here!"
The girl shouted as I pulled myself up to a sitting position.
I still held my spear firm in my right hand. Good. One less thing to worry about. I don't really want to lose this family heirloom. Afterall, I was the last of the Selbert clan. I cannot afford to lose the only proof I have of being the descendant of my clan. Moreover, this spear was given to me by my dear father before he went to war...
..and never returned.
As my delirious mind became clearer, I recognized the girl who was kneeling before me.
She was Victoria Razwell. The daughter of Razwell family as well as a long time acquaintance of mine. She had a beautiful long hair which I'm really fond of. I swore I could recognize that green-tinged golden hair of hers even among the crowds or from afar. It's a pity that others see it as an omen instead.
While I was wondering why she seemed worried over me-which I quickly found out why; blood was flowing freely through a nasty cut on my forehead; a red haired girl, slightly younger than me, emerged from dustcloud.
She was the one Victoria had called out for earlier. She was Siena Everhart, a young priestess sent by the Gevalon clergy to aid the defense of Razwell mansion. While I was also quite new to battlefield, I could easily tell that this girl wasn't really trained to dive headfirst into field of conflict. At least that was my first impression when we were introduced with each other yesterday.
"This.. this isn't how I imagined a battle against evil would unfold!"
cried Siena as she joined up with Victoria.
"Glorious battle is only for heroes' epics. Unfortunately, we are just side characters in those epics.. We must stay strong to survive here."
Victoria said like someone who had experience similar things beforehand. Though I know full well that she's just as distraughted as Siena deep inside, she had to keep up a strong front as the eldest daughter of Razwell family.
We were on a battle against invading demons. Just two days ago, a demon calling himself Balthor announced his intention to lay waste to Gevalon. Preparations were made, but alas, it only went so far. Demons came in a seemingly endless swarms, causing chaos everywhere. Here, in the outside of Razwell mansion's fort, was no exception.
Bloody slaughtering, cries of agony, and wail of demons filled the now dusty barren field. Thinking back, I was quite lucky to not get killed during our last clash against one of the demonic creature.
Siena kneeled next to me and used her clergy magic to heal my wound, while Victoria stood in guard. Sounds of battle still raged on around us afterall. After a short while, Siena paused to catch a breath. We had been in battle for straight five hours already. The exhaustion must have caught up to her.
"That's enough. The pain has subsided. Thank you."
I said as I forced my body to rise. I felt pain all over my body, both due to exhaustion and minor damages that had accumulated over the length of battle. But strangely, after Siena healed me, I found myself energized enough to make a stabbing move with my spear. Weird, as healing magic usually does not return lost stamina.
"Are you sure you are good to go? We can't have the last surviving Selbert to die a dog's dead just because he doesn't know his limit, can we?"
Victoria said with a mocking smile, which I promptly answered with mine.
"Right back at you, 'lady' Razwell"
Victoria merely turned her head to the battlefield ahead of us, away from my sight. But I could still caught a glimpse of her smile as she did so.
"Then let's go."
She said as she began marching back toward the sound of war. I turned toward Siena before joining Victoria.
"Rest up for a while. Join us when you feel up for it."
I said as I began to stride along.
"Eee?! No, I'll go with you now! There is no way I'll stay by myself in the midst of this hell!"
She promptly raised herself up and made her way to my side. The tired young priestess was forcing her stamina to the utmost limit. But who wasn't in this kind of stretched battle that might have turned into a war of attrition.
'Join up this war to gain glory and honor! Young master, please do so for the sake of Selbert clan' my arse!'
I silently thought to myself. Now that I experienced it myself, I came to realize that even if others honor me for my distinguished service during war, I myself felt no honor in it when my compatriots died while I remained alive. Right now, I simply hold on a will to protect my friend's home, as well as the will to survive. I personally felt that there is no glory in it..
"I'm going to give you a thorough punishment if I survived this, Alfred.."
I mumbled as I jogged behind Victoria.
"Did you say something?"
asked Siena who were right beside me.
"Nothing. Heads up!"
I shouted as I reflexively move myself to Siena's front.
A hulking figure threw the body of a soldier it had decapitated with its barehand at our position. The body flew past above Victoria who had readied her shield, and went straight to me and Siena. Using that mysterious burst of energy, I stabbed at the body and diverted the trajectory so that it landed off target. Though I honestly think that the demon didn't deliberately targetting us.
Victoria banged her shield with her sword while at the same time slowly moving away from me and Siena. She was trying to caught the demon's attention with the noise she made. Her moving away was precaution to avoid either me or Siena to get tangled with the demon first charge, as well as giving me chance to blindside it.
Luckily, this demon was the feral type that can't ignore provocation. Sensing that Victoria was openly challenging it, it rushed headlong toward her, leaving behind the group of soldiers it had engaged in battle previously.
Victoria quickly took position to receive the charge. Ordinary soldier might not be able to block such a hulking brute on his own, but I believe Victoria could. She doesn't like to brag a lot. However, as her training partner, I always knew how firm her defense was.
Just as how I expected it, the hulking demon tried to ram into Victoria, but was beautifully side-stepped. A split second afterward,as soon as she regained her firm footing, she followed up with a shield bash to the demon's side that caused it to lose balance. It was the chance that I must not waste.
With enemy this big and brutal, no flourish or stylish move need to be made. A simple but powerful stab to the right spot would do. As such, I took a long stride and did a little jump to add momentum to my stabbing. With a shout, I drove the spear tip to its head.
Due to the demon was swerving slightly toward me after losing its balance, I had to contend with its momentum after I successfully pierced its head for a bit while until it finally stop moving. That alone had drained almost all of my remaining stamina. Thank goodness one strike was all I need to finish it off.
"Nice job, Drake!"
praised Victoria as she went over to me.
I, on the other hand felt really tired all of a sudden. That praise was the last thing I heard before I shut my eyes again.
I heard noises. Couldn't open my eyes though. I felt myself moving despite me not being able to move my limbs. There was a flashing red and blue light. Cold fresh air coursing through my nostrils. Yet I'm still unable to open my eyes.
"It seems he's stabilized. But we still need to bring him to the hospital. What about the girl?"
I faintly heard someone said that.
"She needs proper treatment, doc. Can't let her stay here for too long."
Another voice answered.
"Okay. Get both of them to the car."
Soon after, I felt a slight disturbance. Perhaps the place that I was laying in had hit something. But it didn't last for long. I felt myself slide over then stopped. Afterward I heard another similar sound coming from right next to me.
Then I heard a sound that reminded me of the noise created from closing a car's door, followed with what I recalled as a sirene sound. It was then I felt my head became dizzy.
And after that, it was silence..
Hello everyone! Here is the author of this story, Ashenwind. I do not know if anyone will read this work of mine (I do hope there is..), but I decided to put this in here anyway. Ever since guild raid is implemented, Drake usage has been shot through the roof. I was one of his user, and after extensive amount of time using him in my troop, I felt like to write something about him. So here goes the piece I've been delaying to write due to personal reasons. I finally found some time to actually write it. lol.
This piece has no title yet unfortunately. Never been good in choosing title myself. I'd want to wait until I've written the story for quite a while, seeing if a miracle came and struck me with an enlightenment about what should the title be. OR, you can just give me your opinion about what the title should be.
Move onward, this part is the prologue of the story. I hope it's readable and not confusing. Feel free to tell me if there is a typo or if there is something that is confusing to read.
The first part of story will be coming up in a few days as I'm writing it right now.
Wish me a good luck!