Bar
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Enzo and Aiko have been traveling around the world, taking out enemies on every continent. No one can hide from him. Some of them begged for mercy but giving it is not a choice for Enzo right now. His face is not showing it but his heart is in turmoil. This concerns Aiko. After he finishes off all of the enemies in the place they are now, Aiko did not teleport both of them yet. They are in a plain tundra. Fire and crater riddle the fields.
“Enzo, are you really fine?” she asks.
“I am, my lady. Now, please take me to the next place.”
“I think you're lying.”
He sighs and closes his eyes, “Of course no one is fine when the person they love died. But what I'm doing now is a promise. Getting rid of all the enemies will make her sisters safe.”
“So, this is what it's all about.”
He nods and she is glad to know that he is fine. They move on to the next place. They have been traveling for thirteen hours without rest. There are only a few of the places left he is yet to “visit.”
Meanwhile, in the camp in the mountain ranges of Asgard where the deities and demigods stay, Wearing a mask, Darius is topless, doing one-finger pushups. He does not feel cold. Her sister is sitting on the stairs that lead to the door of the airlock. She rests her chin on her hand, waiting for his brother to finish working out.
“Working out in the cold is bad for you,” says Guiria.
“Get back inside!” he shouts. “You don't know how to protect yourself from the radiation yet.”
“Well, I'm not gonna go back if you don't.”
“Just go, I'll go inside in a minute.”
“You said that a couple of times earlier! And you're still here! What are you even doing? You're already the strongest!”
He stops what he's doing and looks at his sister. “Leo is the strongest. I have to work out very hard to catch up to him.”
“Just get inside and eat first!” She stands up and walks to the door. “I can't believe you,” she mutters.
Darius grumbles, following her inside. As they wait in the airlock, he frowns. She kicks his foot.
“Ow!” he reacts. “What is that for?”
“Hmph!” She turns away, her arms folding.
“Crazy girl.”
They exit the airlock and enter the shelter full of deities. They are sitting here and there. None of them complains about the small space. For so long they have been living like this, they got used to it. There are no more silver spoons and golden plates for them.
Holding his brother's hand, she takes him to their place for him to dress himself. It is in the corner of the shelter. They have a mat to keep themselves away from the cold floor. She pulls out a shirt from a bag for him. It is color green. He wears it and they go to the canteen. They sit where Eleanna is. He sits beside her as they eat. Guiria is on the opposite side of the table.
“You can't believe what he has been doing, my lady,” says Guiria.
“Shut up!” yells Darius, rising from his seat.
Eleanna makes him sit down. She does not show but she is a little embarrassed because other deities are looking at them. “What is it?” she asks Guiria.
“He's training out in the cold.”
“In the cold?” Eleanna asks, looking at him.
“Y... yes,” says Darius looking like a puppy before her. His sister is making funny faces at him.
“You know it's bad for your health.”
“I... I know.”
“Then why?”
“I want to become stronger.”
“What is your main purpose then?”
“To protect you, Guiria, and everyone.”
“No, he's lying,” says Guiria. “You think you can fool me with that?” He narrows his eyes at her. “He wants to become stronger than Leonide,” she says to Eleanna.
“That's it?” Eleanna asks him.
“One of the reasons. After he went out of control, I wasn't enough to stop him. Yet whenever I go out of control, he can handle me alone. Also, if something bad happened to you on that day, I won't forgive myself. I should've been able to stop him.”
What he said makes her flustered to the point she can't say anything. She clears her throat and says, “Anyway, let's just eat.”
Guiria is looking unsatisfied and while eating. Darius makes funny faces at her without making any sound. When Eleanna looks at him, he stops and proceeds to eat. She did not see his funny faces. She continues to eat.
“I think it is very important to have someone to stop him, Darius,” she says. “We were lucky that Lord Enzo arrived just in time. If not, we would all been killed. You are strong enough, Darius but strength alone is not enough to win.”
“Yeah, you dummy,” Guiria teases her.
“Shut up,” he growls at her.
Eleanna continues, “You and Lady Aurelia are similar. You think strength is all you need to win. That's why Leonide is very hard to beat. He's not strong as you so he needs to use his head to beat you. I admit that you have your way to fight smart but what I want you to learn is to assess the situation before fighting. This is what he's good at. Even Lady Juliet thinks like this.”
“So,” says Darius. “If I'm going to master this, I'll be enough to beat him?”
“Not necessarily but you have to do something against his abilities. He can see the future right?” He nods. “Then you have to deal with it.”
“How?”
“I don't know. Ask somebody else about it. Perhaps Lady Mila. She knows a lot of things.”
“I'll ask her later.”
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After eating little food, I come back outside because I hate it inside. It reminds me of that cell where they keep me. It suffocates me thinking about it. I'm born free so it's right for me to enjoy freedom. The food wasn't enough. I'm still hungry. I don't know why they put me here among the humans. I know I'm human but I should be treated as a deity. Not that I force them to treat me like that or act that I have a privilege over other people. I'm just wondering. Maybe they're abandoning me. I caused them a lot of trouble after all. I destroyed the original shelter of Asgard. I can't say it wasn't my fault. I had a weak resolve to stop myself from going nuts. But then that's the past. We can't do anything about it now.
There isn't anything else to do in this camp. Somehow, I feel that this is where we will settle. It looks disturbingly peaceful.
I pass by this peculiar cabin with the sign I can't make out what it says yet. I have no contact lenses or glasses with me so I need to squint and get closer to read it. It says, “Bar.” This just proves my thought even more. Maybe I could ask somebody about the recent events. I failed to ask Mila after all. There is an airlock specially made for it. They value this shack that much?
Through there, I enter. Then the guy behind the glass shakes his head. That's right, I'm a minor. Then another guy comes inside the airlock with me. It's Jasper disguised as a drunkard. I could tell by my sense even without turning around. He must've spotted me from miles away and decides to come in disguise. I didn't sense him in this camp at all.
“He's with me!” he says, putting his arm around my shoulder.
The operator nods and activates the airlock. We remove our mask and I'm not sure but he looks like a disgusting middle-aged man with nothing better to do than drink all day. It suits him pretty well. Whereas I, shroud my face with darkness under my hood. I don't want anyone to recognize me. There aren't many people in here, only a couple of demigods. They have privilege after all. Humans are just slaves and for prayers. We sit at a table in the darkest corner.
The waitress comes to our table. She's a young demi goddess, wearing a short tube dress that if she leans, her underwear could be seen. Quite an average housewife if she's married. By the looks of her actions, she's been doing this for a long time. Although, her smile looks like it's forced. Makes sense, because it's what they do to entice customers to spend their money. Jasper puts glasses for the eyes on the table, gesturing it's for me. I take it and I'm wondering how he knows my grade. I see his face and it's very ugly and has many warts. He could've disguised himself as a cool dude.
“I'll have five tankards of beer,” he says to the lady. “And give this boy a glass of lemonade.”
Lemonade? I haven't had that for a while. I almost forgot what it tastes like.
“I'll bring it to you, right away!” she says before turning.
Jasper slaps her butt as she walks away. He chuckles but she doesn't seem to care. I think it's inappropriate for him to do that but I won't spoil his fun and the disguise he's playing. Now that she's gone, I can now talk to him.
“What're you here for?” I ask.
- Writer
