Memories Retuned

"Your father did well with you,"

"Thank you, grandfather,"

"Now then, let's get to fishing,"

"We've got a lot of work to do,"

"Right, let's go,"

Alaric was excited, and he couldn't wait to get started.

He followed his grandfather to the bow of the boat, where the old man had his fishing gear set up.

"Here, you take this pole, and start fishing,"

"I'll help you get started, and then I'll leave you to it,"

"Are you sure, grandfather?"

"Aye, I'm sure,"

"I want you to learn the craft for yourself,"

"Don't worry, lad, I'll be right here if you need anything,"

"Alright, then,"

Alaric picked up the fishing pole and began casting his line.

His grandfather showed him the basics, and soon, he was catching fish left and right.

The two spent the afternoon together, fishing and talking.

Alaric was learning a lot, and he was having fun.

'I can't wait until the sun sets, and we can go home,'

"That's a good one,"

"You're a natural,"

"Thank you, grandfather,"

"You're doing well, lad,"

"Keep it up,"

"Yes, sir,"

'This is going to be a good year,' Alaric thought.

'A year of adventure and learning,'

Suddenly in the distance, a Man started screaming Alaric couldn't see what he was saying but it looked like he was screaming ENEMY! ENEMY!

'Enemy, what the hell does he mean enemy, the enemy army hasn't formed yet, right Robert's rebellion should still be 13 year's from now when I turn 18.?'

"GRANDFATHER!"

"WHAT'S HAPPENING!?"

"LISTEN, LAD, WE'RE UNDER ATTACK BY NAVVARO THE LEADER OF THE SUNSAND BANDITS!,"

"WHO'S THAT!?"

"HE'S A WANTED MAN WHO HAS KILLED AND ROBBED INNOCENT PEOPLE, HE'S EVEN WORSE THAN JOHANNA THE MARAUDER,"

"SO WHAT DO WE DO NOW?"

"WE'VE GOTTA DEFEND OURSELVES AND THIS TOWN!"

"I'LL CALL THE GUARD,"

"RIGHT,"

"ALARIC,"

"STAY HERE, AND DO NOT LEAVE THIS BOAT, YOU HEAR ME LAD?"

"I HEAR YOU,"

"GOOD,"

Alaric looked at the incoming bandits. They were a motley crew, made up of thugs and thieves from across the land. They had one goal in mind, and that was to take everything they could get their hands on.

They had no qualms about killing or hurting innocent people, and they would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

The townspeople were in a panic, and the Guards were scrambling to mount a defense.

"This is it," Alaric said. "I have to fight."

Alaric grabbed the fishing pole and swung it around, knocking a few of the approaching bandits off their feet.

"HAH, THAT ALL YOU GOT, KID,"

"NO, COME ON, IS THAT ALL YA'VE GOT!"

"NO,"

"I'M JUST GETTING STARTED!"

Alaric rushed forward, taking advantage of the fact that the bandits were still reeling from the shock of the initial attack.

A 5-year-old appearing out of nowhere and attacking them with a fishing rod shouldn't be happening.

"TAKE THAT!" Alaric shouted as he knocked another bandit off his feet.

The bandit let out a cry of pain and clutched his head.

"THAT'S FOR HURTING MY PARENTS, YOU SCUMBAG!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY, KID, I'LL HAVE YOU BEATEN!"

"COME ON, THEN,"

"TRY ME,"

"HAH, FINE, YOU ASKED FOR IT,"

The bandits charged forward, weapons drawn.

Alaric steeled himself and prepared to face the onslaught.

'If I can hold out long enough, then the guards should arrive soon,'

"HAH, YOU REALLY THINK THE GUARD'S COMING, TO SAVE YOUR ASS, WE ALREADY DEALT WITH THEM,"

'Fuck, what am I supposed to do, can I take on all these bandits myself?'

Suddenly 10 members of the town guard appeared weapons in hand preparing to fight the bandits.

In the distance of this small skirmish, 30 more bandits appeared on horses with swords and spears in hand quickly approaching the town of Segard.

'Oh, shit, what do I do now,'

'Wait, maybe there's still hope,'

'The 30 bandits might be a sign of reinforcements, the bandits were too confident in their victory, and didn't bother sending anyone else,'

'But what if the 30 are the rest of the bandits, and the 10 I've seen are the last ones, this could be bad, very bad,'

Alaric took a deep breath and prepared himself.

"LET'S GO, LET'S KILL THIS BRAT AND END IT HERE,"

"YOU HEAR THAT, YOU CAN'T RUN FROM US,"

'I've gotta do something, or we're all going to die,'

'What if, I use my mana, I've only done it once before, but this could be a life and death situation,'

'If it doesn't work, I'll be dead anyway, so it's not like I'll have anything to lose,'

Alaric closed his eyes and took a deep breath he concentrated his mana on his feet turned around and booked it running as far and fast as he can.

A blue message appeared in front of his face.

[ERROR: MEMORIES WERE NOT FULLY IMPLEMENTED INTO THE HOST'S BODY]

In this grave situation, Alaric's memories returned his memories of being the Leader of the renowned Mori Clan and of being Johnothan from the 22nd century have finally all arrived.

'WHAT THE FUCK?! I'M NOT DYING YET I HAVE A MISSION TO COMPLETE

Alaric thought as he ran away from the skirmish eventually reaching his parent's house.

He entered his home to find his parents already lying dead on the ground.

"NO," Alaric screamed tears falling down his cheeks.

"WHAT THE FUCK, I WAS ONLY GONE FOR 30 MINUTES, HOW COULD THEY BE DEAD!"

"FUCK, DAMNIT, FUCK, FUCK,"

Alaric dropped to his knees and started punching the ground.

He was overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, anger, sadness, and regret.

"If ONLY I HAD GOTTEN ALL OF MY MEMORIES SOONER THEY WOULD BE ALIVE!" Alaric screamed tears rushing down his eyes his hands red from punching the ground repeatedly.

[Ding!]

[New Quest: Leave Segard and find shelter leave before everyone in the town dies to try and recruit as many people as possible to leave with you!]

[Warning: If you fail to complete this quest your soul is going to be destroyed!]

As Alaric read the request an epiphany happened.

'THE SLUMS!' He thought a place not many go in Segard the slums are one of the forgotten places people like to erase his Mother and father had previously taken him before.

'I've gotta get to the slums,'

"They Orphans might be alive,"

'I have to get there before it's too late,'

"Come on, you've got this," Alaric said under his breath and pushed himself up.

He left his house and headed towards the slums.

'I hope the guard was able to hold the bandits back long enough for me to get out of the town and into the woods,'

As Alaric ran the sounds of battle and screaming filled the air.

"Please, please, let me make it,"

Alaric thought and kept running, the screams and the sound of the battle were getting louder.

'Almost there, almost there,'

"Shit,"

'Damn, a group of bandits,'

'How did they even get past the guard,'

'No, don't think about that, just focus on getting to the slums,'