DIP: The Piercer (complete - TO BE EDIT)

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In the midst of Flare’s healing process, her mind and soul went to the deepest part of long forgotten memories through her dream. The scenario was full of darkness but slowly showing the night of the distant past. Flare was floating around the medieval era where kings and queens ruled the land with wise witches alongside them. But as Flare roamed around, she found a familiar young farm boy who served the richest people around the Camelot till he found home under the well-known sorcerer in their land. But greed over the riches, the young farm boy stole the unfinished craft of the sorcerer when his master looked for the missing piece. Runaway from the place he called home without even realizing the side effects of his actions. In just a blink of Flare’s eyes, the scene changed into another time where the young farm boy turned into a wealthy man with lots of richness in his pocket. But his greed has to come to an end when his secret has been revealed by a certain man - a thief.

“What’s with the noise!” the man shouted when he had been woken up by tons of ruckus all over his mansion.

“Sorry sire, the treasury has been robbed.” One of his guards responded to his call.

“WHAT?!” he shouted as he pushed the man out his way and stormed to the treasury.

He was so devastated from the loss of his money especially when he went to his secret chamber within the treasury. The mystical bow and arrow that he stole from his young age was nowhere to be found. He burst such rage and ordered his guards to find the person who was responsible for this. He was definitely mad over such a thing since he’s already eaten by madness of money.

“FIND WHOEVER DONE THIS!!!!!” he screamed to his guards who were scrambling to do exactly what he asked.

The wealthy man was restless over the event at his treasury last night and his guards did no reports of their hunting. The thief was a low profile one and nobody knew his true face except for the name of Robin Hood. As Flare heard that name, the scene began to shift into another scene and this time it was focusing on the thief itself. The thief went on his way to give the stolen goods from the wealthy man to the neglected villages outside the Camelot. Everyone in the villages lost their cost of living and was dragged to the ground because of the taxes or debts. That's why whenever the so-called Robin Hood came and left some goods to them, they kept praising him as if he was their god. But whenever the thief came home, nobody knew that he was one of the wealthy dukes who served the Camelot. 

“Robert, Honey, are you home?” a calm woman asked as he closed the door of their kitchen.

“Yes. I’m home at last.” he replied to the woman while removing his hood.

“So how did it go? How’s the villagers?” the woman asked his beloved husband.

“They’re getting by but if that man won't share his blessings, I don’t think the villages will stand by any longer. If this get out of hand, the king himself will do it.” he replied with an upset sigh to what he had seen in his night task.

“I hope he’ll change. Anyway, what was that, a token of your service?” the woman, his wife asked as she noticed the bow and arrow on their wooden island.

“Oh honey, it might look like that but look at its detail. Lovely isn’t it? I hope our daughter will like it.” he replied with a smile on his face before hugging his beloved wife.

“Robert, I don’t think it appropriate for a lady to wield it.” his wife countered while giggling.

“But better to teach her one or two, for safety precautions.” he reasoned to his wife which she started to patted his arms around her waist.

“Whatever you say but keep in mind that it’s another stolen goods.” his wife said before facing him and putting her arms around his husband’s neck.

“I know Milady. I know.” he said before giving a longing kiss to his beloved wife.

As Flare noticed the every scene, she finally understood that she was in the memories of the piercer itself. Then another scene came flashing before Flare’s eyes, the thief kept doing his night routine for the villages to survive. And since he got the mystical bow and arrow, the energy coming out from it turned into a positive one which made him blessed. He’s been blessed by he’s never been caught and as the king also assigned him to find the culprit who was putting his subject to the ground. Reporting directly to the king, the wealthy man was being caught under the king’s order and sentenced to death.

As the time went by, the poor villages turned into peaceful and healthy villages which made the thief finally rest. But as the thief grew older and weaker, the mystical stolen craft began to radiate in such power that was beyond his capacity to wield. He might have wanted to pass it down to his daughter but he didn't. That's why he stored it very safely underneath their house until the rightful descendant from his kin came and wielded it better than he could.

“As the last drop of my blood marked the Piercer, a rightful heir will wield better than I could.” he stated in his raspy old man’s voice before dropping his last blood on the mystical bow and arrow on his trunk.

The forgotten memories from then was beginning to fade as the tiny light brighten the deepest dream of Flare. The time began to tick once again and she woke up from the last message from her forgotten memory dreams.

‘In every light there's darkness that follows and in darkness, there's always light hidden within’