- Ahhhhh -

BAAM

The voice of the warrior in blue suddenly rose, when his chaotic awakening was heard several meters around. His body rose without warning, a product of the last nightmarish memory that had been stored in his mind. However, a piece of wood stopped its rise, causing a huge hole on the surface.

The warrior took a good blow to his already confused head, and his hand rose to try to alleviate his pain in vain. He was weak and tired, and his muscles were not responding as they should. His hands were shaking, and making fists was difficult. However, one question was much more prevalent. Where was it?

????: - I would appreciate it if you didn't break up my house if possible. -

The warrior suddenly turned towards the source of the voice. On instinct, he turned his weak body toward the threat, and his right hand involuntarily rose to reach for his sword. Sword that he did not have next to him. However, what was his surprise when he saw that it was a strange radiant creep.

Creep: - Don't worry... I'm not your enemy. -

Warrior: - You... What is this place? Who are you? Where is my sword? -

Creep: - Wow wow. Take it easy. Those are too many questions. It's in my house, and your sword is outside. I wasn't going to take it in with how heavy it was. Dragging you here was already an odyssey. -

Guerrero: - I appreciate your help... But I must... I must continue... I... -

The warrior tried to get up, but his weak legs were not even able to support his weight, falling with a crash onto the bed on which he had been lying all this time.

Creep: - Eh eh... You're going to break something else. Be still for once. -

Warrior: - I can't... The war... I must return... I don't have time to rest. -

Creep: - The war will not stop just because of his absence. Furthermore, fighting in your current state is equal to a death sentence. -

The warrior could do nothing but growl in fury. The creep was right, and continuing in his current state would not be wise. Besides, his top priority right now was some information.

Warrior: - What are you doing here? Your kind should be fighting. -

Creep: - I was at the front... But I discovered that it was no place for me. What I saw with my eyes... is something I don't want to remember. -

Warrior: - Do you... have a mind of your own? -

Creep: - Is it so strange? -

Warrior: - It's impossible. Your kind are born and live to fight and die. They never, ever have a different destiny... What exactly are you? -

The question took the creep by surprise. It was a very good question. His gaze was lost for a moment in his things, in his body. He looked for a moment at the green crystal sword resting on the wooden wall. And sighed.

Creep: - That's something I've been wondering all this time. -

The tone of the conversation became gloomy. The warrior watched as the creep got lost in his thoughts, causing his doubts to only increase more with time. Although his surprise was greater when the creep himself offered him a wooden bowl with food inside.

Creep: - Here. You will need this if you want to recover. -

Guerrero: - I appreciate your gesture, but it is not necessary. I have potions in my bag and with that I should... Wait... Where's my bag? -

Creep: - Good. The bag is fine... The positions inside... Not so much. It seems that in your confrontation with that thing, the jars fell to the floor and shattered. I guess this is your only option for now. -

The warrior sighed regretfully, as he put his hand to his face to try to calm himself. In the end he accepted the food, and a very guttural and almost inaudible thank you escaped from his mouth. Well, apparently, his imposing pride had still been bruised in some way. Which the creep couldn't have cared less about.

Now, the warrior carried in his hands the bowl that was small for his size, since the creep was not as big as him. Inside there was a yellowish broth, with several tubers and a piece of meat. He looked very good, but not even the warrior himself knew when was the last time he had eaten anything. After all, health potions took away hunger for up to a week.

The creep's face did not hide his astonishment at the Rampage that the warrior made with the food. It was very good, and to think that he was able to devour everything even with the mask on showed his incredible skill. Although once again, his pride was marked when he was left wanting to try more. Luckily the creep was already expecting it, and had a big pot full of the same food. Pot that the warrior ate almost entirely.

Guerrero: - I appreciate your hospitality. And I swear by my name, and my knight code, that this debt will be repaid one day. -

Creep: - Yes, you are intense. It is not necessary to swear such a big oath just for some food. -

Guerrero: - It's not just because of the food. I know what you did, and if it hadn't been for you, I would have been devoured by that wandering nightmare. I owe him my life, and my code forces me to repay this debt. -

Creep: - Well... I'm not one to question your principles. Lets start by the beginning. Who are you? -

Warrior: - My name is Sven, the errant knight, the one who travels through these lands in search of justice. -

Creep: - Mmmm... It is a noble cause without a doubt. -

Sven: - It is the causes that drive us to move forward. To give everything for a glorious goal. Tell me, little one... What is your cause? -

A great question, for which I had no answer. The creep was lost in thought once again, asking himself the same question. But in the end, he had to give an honest answer.

Creep: - I stopped looking for one a long time ago. -

The knight in blue had no way of commenting on the matter. Not everyone was like him, consumed by his cause. Much less a creep that has its own will. What role would such a small and strange being have in this whole scenario? If he even had any role to play.

The days passed and Sven recovered rapidly. His battle-forged body had exceptional vigor, and in just 3 days, he was already able to lift his enormous sword and swing it with little effort. To the point of cutting down four trees in one fell swoop, which caused him to be scolded by the little creep for doing something that unnecessary.

Those days, the warrior remembered what the taste of food was, and each forest creature they hunted had a new range of flavors to explore. His taste buds had been reactivated after so long, and he would not let the insipid taste of posions replace him again. Why did he even stop eating? He didn't even remember that anymore.

However, on the morning of the 4th day, the warrior was ready to continue his journey. His strength had recovered, and his body once again enjoyed the vitality that always characterized it. His enormous sword rested on his right shoulder, while a barely repaired bag carried various supplies to continue his travels. I was about to leave. But it wasn't that simple.

Sven: - I guess our time together is over, little one. Thank you for everything, and remember. The gentleman Sven never forgets a debt, and I know that I will pay it one day. -

Creep: - Come on... Don't be so rigid. You don't even know if we'll see each other again. -

Sven: - We will. I am sure of that, on my word as a gentleman. -

Creep: - Heh... I hope your crusade is full of glory, and you find the honor for which you fight so much. -

Sven: And so it will be. I, on the other hand, hope that you manage to find the purpose of your existence, and that you are faithful to your destiny. -

Creep: - It's not that simple. - He said with a tired voice.

Sven: - It's not. That's why it's so important to have a purpose for living, little one. -

The knight's words could not be truer, but his implication would have answers that the creep was not able to understand. Now, he watched with some sadness as the knight in blue armor walked away at a steady pace through the forest, who knew where his adventure would lead him.

The creep returned inside his home, but he felt... empty. Much emptier than before. He had spent so much time alone that he didn't realize how special those four days were when he had someone to talk to. Who to share with. That feeling of loneliness was now intoxicating, and he saw the objects in his house with a darker tone. An effect of his own imagination.

He looked up and smiled when he saw the hole that the gentleman left on the roof of his house, and he could already imagine how difficult it would be to remove that cloth that he put down momentarily, and lift the wood and repair it.

However, nothing caught his attention more than the shine of his emerald sword leaning against the wall. Somehow, a beam of light entered through that same hole, hitting the crystalline blade and bouncing off his dark face.

He approached the gun, on instinct, and took it in his hands. Despite the time, it remained as bright as the first day he saw it, and now he looked with some nostalgia at his own reflection on its blade. Looking at his dark face, while a question ran through his head.

What should I do?

On the other hand, the knight in blue armor set out on his journey once again. He knew that the battle was to the east, but he was in no condition to head to the front in his current state. However, he knew of a place he could go for supplies and directions. I wish I had carried a teleportation map with me, so I wouldn't have to walk so much, but I had no other options.

His path led him through the thick of the forest. He did not need a compass, since the heroes were perfectly capable of locating themselves spatially, regardless of the time of day or where they woke up. It was an ability that they carried within them, and that no other being in these lands possessed.

Countless hours passed, and his walking became more and more tedious. The flat forest soon began to present quite steep inclines, making the journey a pain. It headed south, across the mountains that divided the enormous plains in the center of the continental mass.

His route was marked by a strange path. A path that the vegetation little by little reclaimed, but he could feel the smooth stone path under his feet. Surely made by an ancient civilization, long extinct in the annals of history, but which possessed advanced technology.

However, he did not have those magic potions that would blind him from sleep or fatigue, and now he had to stop to prepare something to eat and sleep. Sven vaguely remembered the cooking classes that creep had given him, and most of the time he settled for a piece of meat covered in salt and cooked over a campfire.

The night was cold, and the howl of a creature could be heard in the distance. Impossible to know what it was about, but surely she would not be stupid enough to test the knight's temper, and find a horrendous death under the edge of his sword.

Sven remained calm, with his gaze fixed on the meat that he had to rotate occasionally to prevent it from burning on just one side. His mind was lost in thought. Complex thoughts, related to your past, present and future. This war would not be easy at all, and who knows how many aberrations it would have to face on its way. He had already experienced the taste of defeat, and the insecurity that sowed inside him would not be so easy to eradicate.

However, the warrior suddenly reacted, and with impressive speed for his size, he took the stinger that he had left right next to him and brandished it towards his back, keeping his blade firm a few centimeters from the face of the one who had followed him. for so long.

Creep: - Wow wow... Calm down... Peace and love. -

Sven: - Did you follow me? What are you doing here? -

Creep: - To tell the truth... I don't know. I thought a little about what you told me... And you're right... My existence was empty in that cabin, far from everything. -

Sven: - So... Did you find a purpose? -

Creep: - Not really... But it seems to me that your cause is much nobler than any I could think of. I hope you don't mind me accompanying you, wherever your journey takes you. -

The great warrior let out a laugh. This was an event that took him unexpectedly, but he was not dissatisfied about it. His hand lowered his sword, and the blade was no longer dangerously close to the creep's face, who seemed to agree with Sven's position.

They both looked at each other, knowing that from now on, they would have a dangerous future together. Only time and uncertainty know what fate has in store for these two.

Creep: - Mmm... Doesn't it smell burnt? -

Sven: - Shit...! The meat is burning! -

Creep: - Hahaha... You're a disaster... Come on... Leave it, I'll take care of it... -