30th Day of Spring, 515 AV
It had been several years since Light's first life threatening fight. He had gotten into many fights, but none that ever promised the destruction of his existence. His first fight had to do with him being a good ten years old. This was with a wild dog that was said to have gone mad. Its cause for madness was unknown, but that did not matter to Light to begin with. He remembered that day, the way the sun warmed his skin and the fear that pressed deep into his person.
It was one that reminded him of this day now. However, where the sun shined down on his face, the moon gloom'd over him. Lanterns lit the area, and instead of a dog snarling and growling at him, three ordinary men held daggers and broken bottles.
He remembered how he dealt with the dog. No form of persuasion could deter it from trying to take a piece of Light's skin in its mouth. So, he kicked it. And when he did, it attacked him. He screamed, backed away from the chomps the dog made, but inevitably got bitten. The dog tugged at his leg while he kicked at it to let go of him. The beast refused to let go, but Light refused to be taken. It was a battle between two stubborn creatures. Eventually though, Light won. And he won in a way only a survivalist would; he crawled with the dog into the water and clung against the wood that held the city of Ravok up while he drowned the beast.
That was the first life he took. He could never forget the feeling of glee he had afterwards. He was alive, even though a life had to be taken, he was alive. That feeling of knowing that you had another chance in this beautiful world was invigorating. However, after that day he began to wonder if he would feel the same if given another chance. Would he feel gleeful, sad, or nothing?
Now he was about to have his answer.
"Listen. How about we all leave right now and say this never happened. It's not too late to turn around," Light calmly said to the men in front of him. He had his hands to his chest and folded in. He looked at each man who stared before him, weapon in their hand and blood lust in their eyes. He knew that talking to them would get him nowhere- they looked like they already had their resolve of what they were going to do tonight- but it still wouldn't hurt to try. Nothing ventured is nothing gained.
"Why are you protecting this woman so much?" A man to the right of Light questioned. "She's not a Ravokian, she's a menace. A Syliran blood runs through her! She doesn't stand for Rhysol, she stands against him."
"Be that as it may," Light countered. "That gives you no right to kill her. She spends her day living a regular life, singing to the good people of Ravok about the beauty of Rhysol. She is not an enemy to us. Besides, lynching her will do anything, she has done nothing." Light felt like he was saying something he had heard over and over again. These words had mostly came from his mouth countless of times- so much, in fact, that he was starting to sound like a bell that played the same tune.
The man to the left of Light spat at his feet. "You takin' up for a Sylirian whore? I thought your father raised you to protect Rhysol's honor better than that."
Light's brow furrowed. "You have ten ticks to apologize before I shove my bastard sword up your arse."
Light was done talking now. The peaceful route was tried and met with a brick wall. Of course these men couldn't be spoken to. They were stubborn, mean, and only focused their attention on one thing: killing. Was this the Ravok that Light loved? Did the Voice build this city to have her children turn on each other just to mindlessly kill? Light was disgusted. Either this was not Ravok or he was not a Ravokian.
The one to the left brimmed with confidence. He had two other men next to him so of course he would be confident. "Listen up," he said silently as though he wanted to whisper to Light. "How's about we make you a deal? You see, we heard that the woman had gotten a little bit of Ravokian protection. So, we brought a little offerin' to ya. Let us kill the bitch and you get this money right in here."
The man pulled out a plump bag filled with nothing but change. He heard it jiggle as all the money clashed together inside. Light realized quick that the men were trying to bribe him. His brow furrowed even more.
"How much money you got?" He asked out of curiosity. The men cackled. "Why don' you see? Dere be a lot in dis dere bag. Enough to buy a home," the man in the middle said through the gaps in his front teeth. He missed two teeth, sounded retarded, and had really foul breath. No wonder this man didn't speak until now, Light thought.
"Listen here," Light started then pointed to the guy in the middle. "Never speak again. Say one more damn word and I'll add to your lost teeth count." He then pointed to the other two. "Take your idiot jamoura here and get lost. I'm tired of talking to you standing in front of this blasted door. The only way you are getting through this door is if I let you and that shall not happen tonight."
The men looked angry now.
"You sure think you're something, aren't you?" The one on the right questioned.
Light smiled and cleverly said- "Yes. I'm all that in a bag of seeds."
"Let's get 'um boys!" The left one said, then all of a sudden all three were charging at Light. Their teeth were gritted until tiny cracks were being created. Their face were red with anger and their pupils appeared to have shrunk immensely. These people were out to kill Light now. His second fight for survival was about to begin.
