(Inspired by the song "Centuries" - Fall Out Boy)
Disclaimer: I do not use the song for commercial uses. The song inspires me to make a short story about it. Credits to the artist for the song.
"Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du..."
As I walked along the camp, I realized that life was not what I had been thinking of. It had been a long time since everything that made my life change completely had been passed. I sat on the seat nearby, thinking about how all of these events had changed my life, whether it was a happy one or a disastrous one. I remembered that how everything started to make sense towards everything I had now. Things actually had changed a lot before I knew it.
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries"
I was not born in a prosperous family like many other children were. Life was hard back then, since I was a little boy my parents had been out there fighting for survival. I had been left out alone without friends nor relatives to take care of me. Later on, after around 3 years, we moved to a city where civilization were more advanced compared to my hometown. But my life was not becoming better as what people have thought my life should had been.
"And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries"
I had lived a hard life since my childhood, and entering the academy didn't change the fact. I was there in between strong kids here and there. I looked so small in between them that if we took a picture together people rarely can see me as a whole, usually only my head or even part of my head that can be seen. When we were marching around, people would recognize almost every students, except me of course. However, the disaster didn't stop there.
"He-e-e-ey ya, oh he-e-e-ey
He-e-e-ey ya
Remember me for centuries"
People often picked on me for my weakness. I couldn't lift a heavy sword like they did nor swift enough to dance around with daggers. Even my performance with long range weapons are still considerably lame compared to my companions. It seemed that I couldn't fit into any group of them, so I was called as the isolated person. My friends started to call me names and acted harsh on me physically. Things really got hard since they kept bullying me over and over again everyday.
"Mummified my teenage dreams
No, it's nothing wrong with me
The kids are all wrong
The story's all off
Heavy metal broke my heart"
As I grew up became a teenager, it didn't mean that my life also had gotten better. Maybe I got better at using small weapons, but my capability was still far less than that of my friends. My trainers started to lose hope on me and the bully intensified. I had to immediately rushed home after training everyday so my friends didn't start to steal my lunch or to throw me stones. I just didn't want to remember those faces or what they had done to me, but I had to admit that they somehow made me stronger than ever.
"Come on, come on and let me in
The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints
And this is supposed to match
The darkness that you felt
I never meant for you to fix yourself"
My home was also not a safe and healthy place to live in. My parents saw me as a failure because they were a well-trained warriors and their son didn't seem to be able to even lift a greatsword. I got hit everyday with a wood rod mercilessly. Sometimes they hit so hard that it left a very deep scar that lasted until today. I looked at those scars and I only could smile because perhaps without this hurtful scars I might not endure all of my endeavors until today.
"Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du..."
That disastrous time was the time when I found books would become my new source of interest. Now instead of rushing home and trying to avoid every trap laid at the door, I run straight to the camp's library. The library was empty with no signs of people since my colleagues were all training in the field. So I tried to find something interesting to read. Many of the books were talking about history of war, war strategies, blacksmith and weaponry. Pretty much boring, no wonder no one would want to enter in here. But my instincts urged me to continue searching.
"Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries"
That was when I found an old book about magic and sorcery. It was well decorated with old ornaments, showing that it was an antique book. I took it out from the shelves and started to read it. It was very interesting like no other book I had ever read before. It contained symbols, incantations, and elements all around the book. It also showed how to made everything around you in your advantage. Since that day, I decided to learn magic discretely all by myself and determined to show them that I was actually capable of doing something.
"And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries"
I went straight to the backyard of my house, at the basement where it was deserved simply for me since my parents were rarely there. I started to open the book and tried to incite what is in there. I tried to learn many elements, but the element of water was what took my eyes the most. It was very interesting to learn, as water is available everywhere and its flexibility could make it one of the most dangerous weapon ever. I copied all of the section before returning back the book to the library without anyone knowing.
"He-e-e-ey ya, oh he-e-e-ey
He-e-e-ey ya
Remember me for centuries"
Since that day, I started to practice every day after school at the basement. I took a bucket of water from my well because of the same reason too. Now my parents always thought me as a diligent kid who cleaned the house and scolded me less, but actually it was just a reason so I could practice more often, although my teachers were still scolding me and my friends were still bullying me. Maybe they thought that I would stay weak and not capable with weapons, but I didn't care. I would show them that I would engage the enemies in my own way.
"And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name
'Cause I was only born inside my dreams
Until you die for me, as long as there's a light, my shadow's over you
'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia"
And the showdown day finally came. There was a trial for us warrior to prove how well we had become. We had to go through the designated dungeon alone at first but later on we were allowed to group up to engage with difficult monsters. Everyone started to enter the dungeon one by one. I was intentionally being put last so if I failed I wouldn't hold back anyone else, at least that was what my trainers thought. Packing my dagger and a bottle of water, I entered the dungeon all by myself. There was only one thought in my mind, I was going to prove that I was worthy to become a warrior, or a mage to be exact.
"And you're a cherry blossom
You're about to bloom
You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon"
As I entered the dungeon, monsters started to surround me one by one. I started to incite the mantra I had read in the book and started to draw gestures. In an instant, the water I brought floated up, gathered together as a sphere, before spread as ice shard to every direction, killing everyone in sight. Wow, I thought, as I returned all the water back into the bottle. I was not so lame myself. So I continued on my journey and catching up with everyone else while beating every monster with the water I had brought. I would succeed this trial, I know I would.
"Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du..."
"Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries"
"And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries"
"He-e-e-ey ya, oh he-e-e-ey
He-e-e-ey ya
Remember me for centuries"
"We've been here forever
And here's the frozen proof
I could scream forever
We are the poisoned youth"
"Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du-du..."
Du-du..."
"Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries"
"And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries"
"He-e-e-ey ya, oh he-e-e-ey
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries"
Then after a while the trainer delivered a letter to my parents stated that I was a talented kid as a mage and therefore I would be sent to one of the best magic academy in the world. At first my parents couldn't believe what they had just read but my trainer asked them to let me go so I could explore my potential to the maximum. After a discussion, finally my parents agreed to let me go to the academy. Now, I went last time to the camp, saying farewell to everyone and they wished me good luck. The bullies? They were quiet all day long, not saying a sound. I rose up from my seat and ran to the plane, if there would be an amazing journey waiting next, I would be ready for it.
Notes: Thank you for reading! This story is all about what happened to me from long time ago until now. Since a few days go is my birthday so I guess I want to remember what I have achieved and what I want for my future. To be honest, I really want a girlfriend who is Buddhist and want to support me, but maybe that thing should just stay as a wish hahaha :') Anyway, please give me a comment whether you like it or not so I can improve. Thank you! :)
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