Return of an Alliance
*Author's note*
Hello There! Welcome to my story. Before you begin on your journey to becoming the most powerful and a land of vanpires , There is something I want to say.
This story takes place around the 18th century in Britain. Some things may not match with that time but Pardon me for that.
Now, commander! Shall we begin?
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*Clang!*
???: “Oof!”
The clash of our swords shoves my opponent to the ground. I put one foot on his chest and keep him pinned to the ground as I gleam with victory. We are both panting and sweating in the hot sun. I grab hemil’s hand and help him to his feet.
Hemil : *Panting* Oh, Please pardon me! Haven’t you beaten me enough?”
I chuckle. This is how it is every time I beat him in a fencing battle, him being tired of losing. And yet, he never stops fighting me.
Me: “Let’s have some dessert. ”
Hemil: “Huh...Alright.”
We walk to a coffee shop, order two chocolate-glazed cheesecakes with coffee and sit down for a small talk. The cafe is noisier than usual.
Me: “So... What did you do for the last two months? Didn’t even bother to tell me before leaving and suddenly reappeared yesterday.”
Hemil: “Oh, forgive me, I had to run some errands.”
Me: “What kind of errands?”
Hemil: “Some personal works. But hey, did you miss me, Alice?”
I pause for a moment. What’s he even asking?! I used to wonder why he went away from the village two months ago. Of course, I missed him but I will never admit it.
Me: “I missed fighting with you.”
Hemil: “Woah...You missed something of me? That’s new. (Smiling)”
Me: “Shut up.”
We continue to have a light and hearty conversation for some time while feeding on our desserts, and talking about regular things. Hemil came back last night and without any explanation, He went to his room. Except his sudden departure two months ago, Everything has been almost the same since I began to grow up in this village.
My life here, in this small village,
started not more than ten years ago. I don’t remember my life before that. I don’t even know how I ended up here back then. All I can remember is that my karate master found me in the bushes near a river 10 years ago.
Since then, I have been living under his shelter and training to be a mastermind of fighting. I and Hemil are one of his best students to this very day. In this tiny village, there is only one person I am the closest to. Hemil, my best friend.
Hemil: "Has anything else happened while I was gone?"
Me; "No. I am still waiting for the adventure of my life."
Hemil: "Haha... you never change."
Me: “Master missed you a lot too, you know?”
Hemil: “(Sipping coffee) Oh? But I told him before leaving. And he doesn’t sound like someone who would miss me.”
Me: “That’s not true. He cares about you as much as he cares about me.”
Hemil: “But–“
???: “ANNOUNCEMENT! ANNOUNCEMENT!”
A loud voice catches our attention. From our table, I look behind to see a crowd gathered outside the coffee shop. Following my gaze, Hemil can see the hustling outside, too. We get up and go outside to see what’s this all about.
We push through the small crowd of people and go forward. People are circled around two men who seem to be announcing something very loudly.
What's this all about....?
