C L (First Version-Complete)

42: Chaotic Reunion

Hope was seeing the light despite the utter darkness that surrounded a person.

Honestly, hoping was never a smart thing to do for me. It was the dumbest feeling that anyone can have because you don't truly know if what you were expecting will be granted or not.

When expectations are fulfilled you get great satisfaction from them and you tell yourself how much fortunate you were because you were so expectant.

Basically, people like these have one aphorism: Hold On, Pain Ends.

Yes...but when?

When will it end? How long were you willing to wait for it? How faithful can you get?

It would be very much frustrating if a person kept on complaining about a certain leader on how he managed things and hoped for a new one only for that certain leader to be replaced by a chewed up piece of carrot who was a hypocrite to his own accusations of others. That said leader shall set the sails towards a land of racism, sexism narcissism, bigotry and violence. I will not be surprised if such a leader will exist in the future. This kind of leader will do anything to attain triumph because winning was in his bloodline.

When hopes are utterly crushed and pulverized and when even the winds took the courtesy to clean the mess up, it was then a person will realize how stupid he was for betting on hope. Hoping was taking risks. The higher you get your hopes up, the farther you were from safety.

With this detailed explanation on why I was against of hoping, I question my own intelligence on why I DID hope for my oniisan to be alive.

I slowly lifted up the metallic headgear with a raging heart and thus revealed the face of a man that I did not recognize. He had the same flaming red hair that we all now possess. He had a thick beard and his face was covered in filth.

"Is this him...Lucian?" Sevor questioned. He placed his index finger and middle finger against the neck of the man and nodded. "He is still alive."

I held my chin as I observed the features of this man. It was really hard to distinguish if he really was Lucius. His hair was fuzzy and was all over the place. I couldn't make much from his beard.

My eyebrows furrowed and I stared at the unknown man. A suffocating pressure rose in my chest and I gripped the headgear tightly. I raised my hand and placed it against the roughened cheek of the unconscious man.

I swirled the end of my index finger on the pricking texture of the beard before giving him a firm and loud slap.

"Domo..." I sighed. The pressure in my chest was released when I gave him that smack.

"Lucian why did you-"

"Are you sure this is him Fenris?" I cut off Sevor.

Fenris whimpered and then nodded his head. "We should get him out of here and clean him up. I'm not sure if this is him," I answered Sevor. "He won't wake up either..."

Why won't you wake up monsieur? Maybe he needed a little more...

I whacked the headgear on the face of the mystery man earning a satisfying sound of the clink of metal against non metal.

"Lucian! Why are you hitting him?!" Sevor questioned and then pulled me away.

"My hand slipped," I deadpanned and then accidentally bashed Sevor's head with the headgear as I struggled to get free from his restraining arms.

"Autsch! (Ouch!)"

"I did not mean it. Believe me." I only lied at the first and second time.

"Liar!"