Soap - The Light Savior

The Fire penetrated the swirling defence of the whirlpool. A long fracture passed the whirlpool from edge to edge. The ruthless flames were devouring and absorbing the yellow core and its bright into their rank.

The faint, dark mist over the sky grew denser, and the black sun stood undisturbed, watching as the Savior walked towards a reflectless river.

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Roi passed over a long stretch of soil clods; there were five of them until the river. Every now and then, green shoots would sprout from the ground along the various lines. It didn't take much for Roi to understand that those little sprouts should have covered every line.

He walked more hesitantly at every line crossed.

The river wasn't like the sea. It was waveless, reflectionless, and flowed peacefully away from the sea, passing under an old bridge, until it split into two rivers just before the walls.

On the other side, the cultivated field started just before the bridge and continued until the walls made of barricaded houses and the sea allowed.

After the old bridge, a fence attached to the walls enclosed a single horse with its snout inside a smaller fence, made with wooden planks. From time to time, the horse neighed and stamped its hooves on the ground, and small chicken uselessly flapped their wings.

Roi, finally, arrived at the river. He stood at a safe distance. Under the crystal water, all he could see was the dark brown ground. He was holding his shaky fingers.

"Maybe I should move a little more away from the sea."

He gave his back to the sea and the grey mist. From the large wooden building near the sea, he saw a girl looking at him while she was moving the same green bag from one place to another, placing it randomly on the ground.

It wasn't the only time he saw her staring at him.

When he stood near the training ground, she stared at him from the large square hole. A long table was placed against the window on the outside of the building, and she was lying on that table while her eyes followed every one of his movements.

"What is she planning?" Roi tried not to notice her.

He turned himself to the river. That point seemed fairly far away from the sea and its dangers. Yet, he didn't dare to get closer to it. That fish ate the fingers of that warrior easily. It would have torn off his whole arm.

"I just stink. It's not a big deal. Greth will understand."

Roi turned sharply to his left. The girl displayed a broad smile as she walked from the building. Even her eyes seemed to smile.

They were quite far from each other, and Roi didn't know exactly what to do. He wouldn't want to shout as she did. So, he began to look around, waiting for her.

At one point, she began to jog. Her black hair, tied in a ponytail, swung left and right. Eventually, she got close enough to speak with him normally.

<> She said, pointing at the river. Her smiled appeared again.

Roi looked for a fraction of a second at her white apron with huge dried and faded stains of blood on it.

Then, he looked at her.

She was slender and almost as tall as he was. Her tanned skin matched her brown eyes beautifully. her body hidden by some old, dark yellow clothes. Her left middle finger bore the weight of a gold colored ring, as her right wrist bore the weight of a gold-colored chained bracelet.

In the air, there was a faint smell similar to the one he had noticed in the forest. Pleasant.

<> Roi replied strangely. He didn't understand the need to say the obvious.

Another brief and awkward silence fell on them.

The girl covered her laugh with her hand.

<> She moved her eyes around. Then, she looked at him. <>

He glanced at her. There was something about her that told him to stay away.

<> He tried to sound as convincing as possible. But all he wanted to do was run away.

"'Curious about this river'. God, I'm so dumb."

<> Her delicate eyebrows arched. <>

"You couldn't resist asking questions, don't you?"

Roi lingered for a moment, trying to find a valid answer. It wasn't easy under the pressure of that girl's gaze, but at the last moment, he found it.

<> He said.

She tilted her head.

<> Her dark-brown eyes brightened, as if they became like gold.

The longer he looked at her, the harder it was to look away. He could feel as if he was safe around her. He could be himself. Yet, at the same time, he hated her.

<> She asked nicely.

Roi held her stare for a moment, then he looked around. No one was in sight except the animals and her. Those children were still inside his house.

There was no reason to lie. Unless washing up was something only the Fated Idiots would do.

<> He shrugged.

She pointed two fingers at his treated wound.

<> She asked.

He touched the wound. The blood dried up, but he could feel the little, long hill and the thread that held together his skin.

<> His tone was grave.

<> She spoke harshly. Roi had the impression that she wasn't really listening to him. Then, she lowered her gaze to the new mark he had on the belly.

<> Roi could feel her anger under that worried and sweet voice.

Strands of oily hair fell when he looked at the red mark.

<> He pointed at the wooden little house. <> Somehow, the mark returned to hurt a little bit.