![Senior [500]](https://i.imgur.com/Nmfn8cD.png)
Heavy, a blonde haired man walked down the paths in the Mountain Village. It was not a famous place like how Peace Village is, or like how Magnolia is always the centre of attraction. It was where people who loved living with their families solely to spend time together either on the foot or up atop the mountains. True, one of the factors making it not the place for vacation was the way it was located. Surrounded by huge mountains with some of them touching the skies, people often not notice the village for the thick fog that often covers the mountains themselves, secluding the village from the outside world. Nevertheless, life in the village was just like how life in the other places; the people there had technologies too, meaning they were not some kind of ancient humans that still lives on using rocks and stuffs related.
The blonde, in the other hand, kept walking around the village. The paths he took was random; he had nowhere in particular to head to. Too many things had happened, and the fact that most of them hurt him so deeply sent him into a dilemma. The news of Harland’s death was one of the news that hurt him the most. The fact that the old hag of Crawford was close to him like a father actually made it painful to swallow the death of such precious person.
Guilt. The name of the feeling that Axel was trying to push deep into himself in an attempt to put all the blame on him. He could’ve been there to save him whenever Harland needed saving, but he wasn’t. Never once had the thought of Harland being in the brink of death pass through Axel’s often playful mind. Harland was like a father, and by thinking of him so Axel had put the trust for Harland to being able to protect himself onto the old man. But he was wrong. Harland was in the end, a human himself, and no human’s might is undefeatable. Immortality was not an option for anyone, and so was bearing grudge on oneself. Because he believes so, Axel had been putting all the blame again on himself, cursing himself for the lack of attention to Harland’s well-being, having trusted the old man more than he could trust his own hands.
It was by then Axel realized that he had wandered far from the pre-created path he was walking on. Stepping on the wild grass that could touch little of his calf, Axel was now 20 feet from the ground, having took the route to higher grounds on the mountains. He sat near the edge, resting his bottom on a huge rock, fading its grey and being covered in green moss. Axel took deep breaths now and then, looking at the skies as the past memories of him and Harland played through his mind like a montage, each of them bringing him closer to tears.
“Gramps..” Muttering, a drop of crystal coloured tear flowed down his cheek, slowly, falling onto the grass, landing on the small green leaf with a spring.
The blonde, in the other hand, kept walking around the village. The paths he took was random; he had nowhere in particular to head to. Too many things had happened, and the fact that most of them hurt him so deeply sent him into a dilemma. The news of Harland’s death was one of the news that hurt him the most. The fact that the old hag of Crawford was close to him like a father actually made it painful to swallow the death of such precious person.
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Guilt. The name of the feeling that Axel was trying to push deep into himself in an attempt to put all the blame on him. He could’ve been there to save him whenever Harland needed saving, but he wasn’t. Never once had the thought of Harland being in the brink of death pass through Axel’s often playful mind. Harland was like a father, and by thinking of him so Axel had put the trust for Harland to being able to protect himself onto the old man. But he was wrong. Harland was in the end, a human himself, and no human’s might is undefeatable. Immortality was not an option for anyone, and so was bearing grudge on oneself. Because he believes so, Axel had been putting all the blame again on himself, cursing himself for the lack of attention to Harland’s well-being, having trusted the old man more than he could trust his own hands.
It was by then Axel realized that he had wandered far from the pre-created path he was walking on. Stepping on the wild grass that could touch little of his calf, Axel was now 20 feet from the ground, having took the route to higher grounds on the mountains. He sat near the edge, resting his bottom on a huge rock, fading its grey and being covered in green moss. Axel took deep breaths now and then, looking at the skies as the past memories of him and Harland played through his mind like a montage, each of them bringing him closer to tears.
“Gramps..” Muttering, a drop of crystal coloured tear flowed down his cheek, slowly, falling onto the grass, landing on the small green leaf with a spring.
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