Hero's Spirit: Prologue

Hey guys, do you remember that story I used to write back in 2010??? 8'D No? Ok. ;w; Doesn't matter, because I don't know if I'll ever start writing it again or not, I just felt like writing this little moment from the characters' past because it's reeeally important and all~ _{(btw: if anyone is interested in reading the old version, you can find it here: [link] )} My writing skills are so rusty though! QAQ I'm sure I used to write better before! Maybe I just need practice. This was originally intended to be a small comic btw, I even have the sketches of the pages, but I never got around to finishing it. I think it works better as a text anyway~

This is just a quick doodle I made to go with the story, because I didn't want to upload a text-only deviation. XD Ah, Shauro is still blondeee here~

If you want to read the story, here are some lil bits of info that may help you understand it better:
The events in the story happen in a world called Taru, specifically in the capital which is a huge city and most of the world's population is living there. The setting is slightly futuristic, (don't mind the years, they are different from ours) and it's not a really great place. It's full of poor people and abandoned children. This story happens to be about two kids like that which happen to be slightly different...
_{Can you see why the story is called Her's Spirit??? 8'D}
And here's the actual story now:

Hero's Spirit: Prologue

"Shauro, will we ever grow up?"

The two boys were sitting alone in their hiding place around the back alleys of the Capital. Unusually they were having their dinner in silence until the younger boy spoke. He was around ten years old at this time, though no one could be certain about his exact age. He had a small and skinny build which made him look really young, but that wasn't surprising considering the way of life the two boys were leading.

"What do you mean, of course we'll grow up! That's the way the world works, don't you know? With every year we grow a bit and a bit more. Just look at you, do you remember how tiny you were when we met? I think you’re a bit too old to be asking silly questions like that now." Shauro smiled and chuckled. But…what was up with that boy all of a sudden? It was quite unusual to see him in a bad mood. Shauro always knew that this was kind of inevitable though. The life they had wasn’t easy. And there always is this moment that breaks you and there is no going back. He just hated to admit it. As the older one, the difference between the two boys was just about two years, he had the responsibility to take care of the other boy, or at least he liked to believe that he could do that.

"That's not what I mean, Shauro..." The blue haired boy spoke again. He dropped the spoon in his bowl, like he had no intention to eat anymore. His best friend frowned.

"What is it then?" He left his meal aside too, but he had plans on picking it again as soon as possible. This was all the little food they were having for the whole day and he didn’t want to miss the chance. The way the other boy was talking though bothered him. Bothering him a lot. "Talk...please." He noticed that his friend was hesitating and this made him worry even more.

"Well you know...we're kids living on the street..." The boy gulped, it was obviously hard for him to talk. He was looking down into his bowl like it held some of the answers he needed. "We don't have a home, no family...We don't have money, we barely manage to live! And we're not the only ones. There are many kids like us. Most of them never grow up, they die because they become sick or from the cold or because they have no food...And those who survive that and grow up, they become thieves, some even killers, they live and just hate the world and everything...They lie and steal, steal from the smaller kids on the street, like they don’t remember how they used to be like that too! “ Suddenly the boy looked up, straight into the eyes of his best friend. His look was filled with anger and determination. "But if it's going to be like that, I don't ever want to grow up, Shauro! What's the point?! I don't ever want to hurt anyone just to live! I'd rather die! Die now, before it’s too late!"

Shauro stood there in shock with his mouth half open. He had no idea how to respond to this. He was still a child himself, what could he say, what could he do?! He bit his lower lip while watching how small salty tears were slowly rolling down his friend's cheeks. "Rabi..." They just sat there in silence for a while. The younger boy was intensely staring at the other one, waiting for some sort of answer, for an approval or…hope? Shauro was looking away, thinking. After a moment he stood up. He had made a decision. With a determined step he walked to the younger boy and put his hands on his shoulders, turning him around and looking in his eyes. His grip was firm and his voice wasn’t calming or relaxing, it was more...scary. "Listen now. Listen carefully. This isn't going to happen to us, alright? Home and family? Ha! That's not the most important, don't listen to everyone else who whines and cries that they don't have it. I did have both and what? I chose to run away!" The boy paused for a second to calm down. The choice he had to make back then, to leave that cursed house, he would never regret it. It was the right thing to do. Shauro shook his head to get rid of these thoughts and continued talking to his younger friend. "But if that's what you want, alright, I'll get it for you. I'll get a better job, I’ll work more, I'll get us a home and we can be a family. I’ll send you to school, you’ll have a future. It's about the choices we make, not about the ones we run away from. “ Shauro finally smiled while his friend was looking speechless at him. “You’re so adorable though! Worried about these things, not wanting to hurt anyone and all.” The older boy chuckled and ruffled his friend’s hair. “You shouldn’t worry, just leave it to me! I’ll never let anything bad happen to you. And I’m sure you’re not capable of doing bad things yourself. Your heart is pure. Because Rabi…you have the spirit to be a hero. And I’ll make sure you become one.” Shauro smiled gently and hugged the younger boy. Rabi hugged him back and started sobbing. He probably felt confused, but at least the crazy thoughts about dying should have left his mind by now. Hero, huh? Shauro smiled to himself. Yes, maybe that’s what this world needed, a hero…

And for all these years, Shauro kept his word. He protected his best friend, he lived for him. They had some bad times, but he was always there to cover for Rabi and take the bigger blows in his stead. Not even once he left him behind. He protected him to the very end.

R.I.P
Shauro Mayor (1115-1135)

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