“Oh c’mon. They’re only asleep because the show’s boring. We should celebrate since someone finally appreciates me as a hero,” replied Ryla casually.
“Uhm… but I- I don’t think so many people would f-fall asleep at the s-same time in the same place,” stuttered Karu.
“Neither do I, I think the singer girl might be the culprit behind all this… mystery,” Runice deduced.
After saying that, Runice stood up from her seat, went over to the stairs and hopped down the rows, flying her body up to the stage with an arm extended towards the singer, who was unaware of the audience’s actions and kept singing.
“Wait! Runice you can’t just-”
An invisible blade shot at Runice, and before she could reach the edge of the stage, she was pushed back by an invisible force and her hand was bloodied.
“Okay. I was wrong I guess. I’ll probably fight them now,” Ryla acquiesced unwillingly, frustrated because of her mistake in making a sensible judgment.
She walked forward to the stage and was also sent back by the invisible force. She winced, cut by the unseen blade, a long yet shallow line of red materializing on her forearm. “This… this hurts,” she grimaced, but was it any use narrating the obvious in midst a battlefield?
“Ryla! We need long-ranged powers!”
“Don’t shout. The audience might wake up and find out who we are.”
“They’re asleep because of a power. They can’t wake up easily.”
Steps and steps up the staircase, a battle about to commence, yet not a single sound was heard anymore. The air was still, petrified even. A combatant with not a projectile, a strategist with not a well-thought plan, running headfirst into a theater of not entertainment, but of operations. But who could be of blame in a situation? After all, they were nothing but kids with a deep desire for approval and recognition, what could they possibly do?
“Those two, they’re long-ranged. I’ll sneak up to them while you tell them to fight.”
Strategists, they provide their team with plans while the others act it out. The brain of the team, the mind of the squad. Yet in this instance, it was the warrior who brought upon an idea in the desperate times of the army. All shall have times of difficulties and desperation, one cannot do too many, familiar or not, juggling or not, therefore must rely on one’s companions and allow others to step in. Is this why humans started grouping together to survive? The weak group together to be strong, but is their alliance true? Or is it merely for the benefits of mutual survival to maximize both or more parties’ advantages without harming one another to maintain a stable, low-risk status that avoids the need of worrying for another’s possible threats? But is their “friendship” pure? Or do they, in reality, despise one another but have to put up this act of agreement to prevent backstabbing, but secretly be the backstabber and rob them of all their possessions and power? But the strong, forced to group with others who leech on their abilities, simply to appear “normal” to the rest of them common weaklings, or to survive the majority, had none to gain, yet all to gain. Had they not gathered to form an alliance, would we have become an evolution of what we have now?
“Hey, Karu. Fight with me. I’m an information type and Runice is a short-ranged. We need long-ranged ones. You and that mute girl can help us.”
“Oh uh- uhm… don’t- don’t call her that. Her name is Karde. And I want to help you but, but I- I’m scared and- and I don’t wanna hurt p-people…”
“Oh c’mon! I’m a hero, for the love of smiles! And so are you! Can’t you do a little work just to seem a bit more hero-like? And your friend Car or whatever.”
“But I don’t wanna hurt people, even if they’re villains,”
“Ugh! That’s why your father wanted a boy! You can’t even fight, can you? What’s all your so-called training for anyways?”
“YOU’RE A GIRL YOURSELF! SHUT UP AND DON’T YOU DARE INSULT HER LIKE THAT!” Karde mouthed furiously, quickly summoning a card and holding it at Ryla’s throat. Silently, she screamed at her. Had she been born with a voice, god knows what she could’ve said. For a moment, all that could be heard was the silence, yelling loudly at Ryla, no words were needed, for everything needed to be expressed, was already integrated deeply into everyone’s minds.
“W-whatever, mute girl. Guess you just want to be burdens that rob me of my very precious fighting time. I could’ve saved so much time actually working instead talking to you annoying hold-me-back drag-me-down can’t-do-this can’t-do-that can’t-speak-can’t-fight duo.”
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Rain, it was rain, yet it was not rain. Be it a drizzle, be it a deluge. What shall cometh when thy friend gets affronted? What shalt emerge when one gibes thy diffidence?
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Umbrella, it was, for the ones who want away. Yet who would it be? To stay and accompany. The rain, untainted, cleansing the land, washes away the dry leaves, leaves a rainbow after its work. Yet who would it be? To cherish its stay. The homeless who appreciate, appreciate the hydration, appreciate the shower. The friendly one who enjoys, enjoys the little puddles, enjoys nourishment it brings. Yet you, who haven’t an umbrella, ran away in vain. Rushing to your work, rushing to your school, yet all the time you have, you journeyed far too early. That one child who stayed, she had all but your impatience, rewarded with a rainbow, radiance far beyond the sun’s.
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Rainbow, it was, for that one friendly child. Yet you wouldn’t bat an eye, yet they would ignore and walk by. The rainbow, a result of the rain. Even if you appreciated, have you ever thought of the rain?
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The friendly child stayed with the rain and comforted her, while the impatient one ran and went to her workplace which was unreachable, for the opening hour hasn’t arrived yet.
“It’s fine. People may not always like you, but it’s alright. Don’t take her words too seriously. She only said that because she really wanted you to help them fight. You’re perfect the way you are. I know you don’t want to hurt people, so you can choose to not help them if you don’t want to. We can go out and play together. Do you wanna go buy food together? It’s fine if you want to help too, after all, you once told me that you loved being helpful. I’ll join you on your choice,” said the child with her hands.
The rain replied, gently, with a soft feminine voice, “We can. But I think we should help others. We got recruited as heroes, so we should try our best to help them. And hurting the villains would mean less innocents would be harmed. So let’s go and stop them from hurting the good guys.”
The rain blossomed into a beautiful rainbow, and the child’s heart danced merrily upon seeing it. Together, they walked down the path to work, the rainbow shielding the child from the sadness that could cut her heart.
Everyone has a chance of becoming poor, homeless, maybe then, they’ll finally appreciate the rain.
“Stand behind me, Karde. I will protect you from the invisible blades.”
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