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Monsters Are Back And Now Its My Turn to be a Hero

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It's been a millennia since monsters roamed with humans. Now they're back, and Szun, a prince, is ready to make the history books.

Fantasy / Mystery
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I Thought You Had Known

Szun was tired of adults. They talked and talked ---- for what? They had been like this for a year, ever since that monster was first spotted.

It had been reported by a peasant's wife, who, after growing tired of waiting for her husband, decided to find him herself. She found half of him, along with a black beast enjoying its meal.

At first, the news had been disappointing. It came from the isles of Cassidan, almost half of the world from him. His dreams of being a monster killer vanquished as fast as they appeared, and even more so when his father appointed scouts. They would, along with others from other kingdoms, scour the isles for the beast.

Szun had volunteered to go too, so atleast there was a little chance he could kill it, but his father had told him he was better off studying for school.

So that lead him here, reading The History of Haens outside the capital hall. His father was inside, discussing what was called, "important matters" with the other lords. Like Szun said, adults talked.

The birds whistled from the garden in front of him. He wished he could look at that, rather than this. He rested his head on his hand and pouted. His finger ran across the book. In 632, the Haenen King started the Rose Ceremony, which ... blah blah blah blah.

He shook his head. In 632, the Haenen King started the Rose Ceremony, which consisted of blah blah blah blah.

"Damn!" Szun slapped the book onto the ground, and it skidded down the steps. It was stupid; reading. It was something those skinny four-eyed, egotistical, no social life, losers did. Not him. He was a monster killer. Well, would've been, but still.

What did the Haenens do that deserved his attention? If they were so important, he should've learned about them through fairytales and legends, not a stupid binder of paper.

"What are you reading?" A voice said. He turned.

There was a pale figure, staring.

"Ghost!" He shrieked. He leaped back like a cat and fell on his butt.

"I'm not a ghost," it said.

Szun blinked. The ghost stood in front of him with a frown and with a stunning similarity to a western girl. Then it clicked, and his face became furiously red. It was Signova.

"Do I really look like a ghost?" She asked. She was poking at her cheeks, which, in all fairness, were sickly white.

"Yes! I swear, you westerners eat something that make you look all pasty. And why did you whisper? Sounded like a demon coming for revenge."

"What was I going to do? Yell at you, dummy?" she said. "What were you reading?"

She skipped down the stairs and grabbed the bane of all books. Pushing a golden lock of hair from her eyes, she opened it to his bookmark.

"Don't waste your time, it's not worth it."

She continued to waste her time. She never really followed him. That was annoying.

"The Rose Ceremony," she mouthed, and her eyes squinted as if a cloud of dust had appeared. He grunted. She read good, as Ho Ten used to say. She didn't run her fingers through the words, and never seemed to reread her sentences. Ho Ten always said how scholarly she was. That was also annoying.

"Ew!" She exclaimed.

"What's ew?"

"Look here!" She beckoned him over and pointed to the bottom of the page. "In 632, the Haenen King started the Rose Ceremony, which consisted of a mass sacrifice of five to twelve month old babies. They were put outside the city walls, believing that they would satisfy the monsters and stop them from invading."

Szun blinked. "Huh. Okay."


"Yeah. Okay."

She looked at him with her wide blue eyes. "Would you say it were okay if you were the babies sacrificed?"

"Nope. I just wouldn't be sacrificed."

"And how so dummy?"

That was obvious. He was Szun, son of the mighty lord Drake, and certified warrior. "I would fight back, kick. I wouldn't go down without a fight! Worst case scenario, I would run away to fight another day!"

"As a baby?"

"Yeah, as a baby. I'm not a normal baby. I'm the son of lord–"

"---Still a baby!" She crossed her arms. "You're ridiculous."

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are."

Szun grunted. Signova's art of bickering was truly unmatched. He leaned on a pole and sighed.

"You know what I read?"


"Quote — When people say you can't do something, they're showing you their limits, not yours — end quote."

"Who told you that?"

"I read it."

"You're a dummy."

They glared at each other. She pouted, and so he did too. She crossed her arms, and so he did too. Two, four, ten seconds passed. No one did anything.

Then, her eyes teared up. She blinked.

"Ha! Gotchu!"

"No you didn't!"

"Yes, I did!"

"No you didn't!"

"Easy peasy, you're a weasy!"

Signova clenched her fist and stomped her foot on the ground, smoke flaring from her nose. Yet for all of this, it was still coming from a four foot midget, so Szun could only grin harder.

Just as his mouth opened, a yell came from behind them.

"Hey guys!"

He turned around to a boy and girl from the opposite side of the hall sprinting. He squinted: Cinh and Yeu.

Cinh was waving, smiling through the streaks of sweat running down his face. Yeu was far behind him, and he could see her fast breaths evaporating in the air.

"What's going on?" Signova said.

"Ho Ten's is back! He's returned!"

Szun's eyes widened.

"We saw him! It's true!" Cinh reached them, jumping up and down. Yeu caught up, but fell on her knees, gasping.

We — saw —-, he ... came ... front gate," panted Yeu.

"Yeah! He had all this cool armor, passing us on his horse, and he was leading a bunch of other soldiers–"

"So —- cool, so cool–"

"And there was this box they had on one of their carriage, it was super big, like super big, and it took like fifteen horses to hold it up, and there were like forty men going behind it with their swords and shields out—"

"Super ... big ..."

"Woah! Cool!" said Signova, eyes in amazement.

"Damn it!" said Szun. " Why couldn't I see? Damn, what was I even doing here?"

"I thought you said you were studying," said Cinh.

"Studying? I was the studying the ground perhaps." Pft. Szun spat. Once again, school was separating him from fun.

Signova frowned, then smiled. Smiled! How could she smile? She nudged him in the arm. "It's okay. Ho Ten will just tell us the stories later! Just wait!"

"Waiting's boring!" He said, plopping on the ground. Boring. That was his worst enemy, his arch nemesis. He could never get rid of it; it always seemed to follow him like an invisible string.

He looked at Cinh. "Where did you see Ho Ten go?"

"Uh ..." the boy scratched the back of his head. "I think past the West Bridge, so ... probably ... er ... the lord's chambers."

Lord's chambers? That's where his father was. So ...

A thought of realized ambition overcame him and he jumped onto the steps.

"Hmm?" asked Signova eyeing him with a frown. "Did you think of something?"

"Hey ..."


"What if we just ... eavesdropped?"

He grinned. This was the escape from boredom. It was a smart idea too; he had learned that the most entertaining version of a story was always the first time it was told.

She shook her head almost immediately. "No! My father says I can't go anywhere near that area."

"Yeah. So does mine." He looked at Cinh. "You in?"

"Of course!" said the boy.

"And you?" His finger pointed to Yeu.

"I ... can't ... breathe ..."

"Great!" He looked at Signova again. "Three to one. Looks like we're going."

"We're going to get in trouble!" She exclaimed, stomping her foot.

"We won't, trust. You know I'm a master negotiator, especially with the adults."

"No I don't!"

"Yes, you do. Trust, I've got it all figured out."

"He really does," added Cinh.

Signova stared at him for a moment. They locked each other's sight, and he figured she was doing that thing where she would try to analyze the situation. He grinned. His father had always said to do that when people were looking at you. It gave you that "confident" aura.

At last, she rolled her eyes. "Fine! Have it your way."

"Yes! Let's go!"

"Let's go!" shouted Cinh.

Szun leaped down the steps and into the garden, the grass covering his feet. "Come on! There's still time!"

"But ... I ... can't ..." said Yeu.

The four of them ran. They ran through the field, with its red and blue flowers littering the ground. At day, people crowded here, smelling the honey, watching nature bow to the wind. At night, it was just them. He could hear his heart pound against his chest. The excitement was too unbearable.

They crossed the bridge, passing the pond that ran under. He looked back, and Yeu was trailing behind. What was more surprising was Cinh, who had this open mouth face and sweat falling down.

"Too — fast! My legs are going to fall off!" He panted.

"Sucks to suck! Haha!" Szun said. He ran faster, his feet dancing against the concrete. They had already made it to the other side of the hall, and by now, the lords' chambers was only a few turns away.

The gasping behind him grew louder, and he started to feel the burn too. But it was strangely pleasurable, like an energy boost that kept him going. Like he'd drunk some strong wine. Or, at least how he imagined what would happen if he drank wine.

"There! I — can see it!" said Signova hoarsely. She pointed to a brick room that lay inside a tower. A layered window was placed on the side of it. Perfect. It was right in front of him; the excitement churned energy to his body; he squeezed his fists, letting some of it out.

"Everyone shh!" He said. He stopped running, hearing their hurried footsteps trying to catch up. He crouched down, then spread on the floor like a flat board.

"What are you doing?" whispered Signova, arriving finally.

"Shh! Quiet! We need to be as invisible as possible. Now, follow me."

"But what are you doing?"

"Crawling, duh! Now, Cinh, execute operation Secret Operation."

"Operation Secret Operation?"

"Yes, sir!" said Cinh, and he too leaped onto the floor.

"Signova, you too. And where's Yeu?"

"I'm here!" shouted Yeu from across the hall.


"Should we start now?" said Cinh.

"Yes. Signova, you tell Yeu about our secret operation. Me and Cinh will be the reconnaissant."

"Yes sir!"

"Reconnaissance," she said. "Do you even pay attention in class dummy?"

"Shhh! Let's go!"

The two boys started crawling. They moved like snakes; arms flinging so that their bodies slithered behind. They approached the chamber, and Szun peered into the window. It was one of those weird ones; the glass was like colored crystals and it was hard to see inside.

Signova and Yeu arrived too, and the four kids piled next to each other, placing their ears onto the window.

"I hear ... something ..." Cinh said.

"I don't," said Yeu.

"Shhh!" said Szun. He pushed his ear deeper into the window. There was sound, yes. Someone was talking. Was it Ho Ten? No, it was too low, it sounded like an old man. Old man? That didn't narrow it down at all; all the lords were practically old men.

He shook his head and leaned on the window. It was good that the crystals made it hard to see through.

A louder voice came through. It was more gruff than the last, but beckoning like thunder. His eyes widened. It was his father.

"----You killed it?" His voice echoed.

"Yes, I did." A voice responded. It was softer, but still spoke in a commanding tone. Ho Ten!

A thump sounded, like a boot stomping on the floor. "May I not remind you, but the orders were strictly to bring it back alive!"

Szun blinked. He looked at Cinh, and they both stared. Bring it back? Alive?

"Yes, I remember," said Ho Ten. Szun heard a deep breath. "May I also remind you, sir, that the beast alone killed Strickland's group when they were scouting. That's a quarter of our men."

"A quarter?" whispered Yeu, looking horrified.

"Hogland's crusty fucking toes," said another voice.

"That's father!" said Signova. Szun nodded. Only one person cursed so effortlessly.

"—As you can surmise," said Ho Ten. "Bringing the beast back alive was not an idea I considered at that moment."

"Hmmm..." Szun's father scoffed. "I accept your answer. Now, where is the beast?"

"Black box. In the barracks. It was the only one we were able to get. Is that all?"


"Wait a minute," interrupted Signova's father. "Did you fucking say, only one?"


"Did you say, fucking only one?"

Szun's ears perked up.

"Oh. Did I not mention it? Yes, the one in the black box was the only one we were able to get, but—"

"But?" said his father.

"There were at least a hundred in the field. Maybe more."

The kids looked at each other, mouths hanging.

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