2 CHAPTER 1: THE GIRL

Eleven years later

The Island of Euthania

The inescapable dungeons of Euthania

"Felix, my main man! It is good to see you again." Fate said as soon as the doors opened.

Felix walked in with a helmet on his arm and a sword around his waist. He was an average dude with more fat on his arms than muscles. The armor seemed a little too heavy for him and it made a lot of noise as he walked. However, that wasn't the case, Felix just had a funny walk.

He glared at Fate before putting on his helmet, his eyes turning to slits. "I know," Fate responded to the look. "I don't love this any more than you do. I am pretty sure I would win if there was ever a contest about which one of us hates this more."

"Ugh, my liver!" He yelled out as Felix stabbed him clean with his sword. 

Felix didn't stop there, he then proceeded to draw the letter U on Fate's abdomen, viciously. Fate swore, his entire body shook with the pain. The blood sputtered before it became a steady stream.

Fate's swearing soon turned to scream at the intense pain that followed, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to think of something else. With how often they did this, one would think he would be used to the pain by now.

Felix pulled the sword out of him and Fate opened his eyes. His breath came out in pants and with every breath, more blood poured out of him.

"You know you can be more gentle with my guts right?" He said breathlessly. He tried to bend his head to see just how damaged he was but his tied wrists didn't let him. 

"I know, I know. Your job is to kill me, not to be nice but it wouldn't hurt, you know. We have known each other for how long now? Three years? Four? Don't you think I deserve it? We are friends, right?"

"Shut up! Spawn of the devil!" Felix yelled and drove the sword into Fate's right thigh.

"Son of a… Ahhh!" He screamed.

Felix raised his head and Fate could tell Felix was smirking at him through the helmet. He braced himself but he was a little too slow. He screamed out in pain as Felix twisted the sword to a full circle and then proceeded to pull the knife out with a huge chunk of skin.

Fate blanked out immediately but the guard was not about to let him have it easy. Felix immediately picked up a small tied bag from a nearby table. It was a shady-looking item. The bag was very dirty and it looked like whatever it held was worse than the state of the bag.

Felix could not even pick the whole bag instead he held it by the string that had been used to tie the bag. He put the ungodly bag to Fate's nostrils and the poor boy jerked awake, coughing loudly.

He went into a coughing spree, hacking and howling. The sound echoed through the locked room, it sounded as though he was one foot away from the grave. His eyes bulged out of his sockets as hacked away.

He finally stopped coughing and leaned back in relief. He hated whatever was in the bag, its effect lasted for a while and he could always taste it at the back of his throat and it was nasty.

He sighed,  his liver was healing already, he could feel it, his gut would be next. Healing was easy, having to regrow a limb was a pain in the ass. He was glad Felix did not go down that route today. 

Well, it was just the second time today, he was sure Felix had more plans in the evening. Evenings were always longer and he hated every minute of it.

He looked up at the ceiling, he knew every crack, every blemish. Of course, he did, it had been his only view for four years. He only knew this because Felix never failed to tell him how long he had spent in the dungeon and how he was never going to leave.

The room was about five to six feet wide, the length was twice that. There were just two things in the room, two tables. One held him and the other table held items for his torture. There were chains attached to the walls, they held his arms and legs apart.

There was only one window and all he could see through it was the sky. It was his only way of telling the start and end of a day and it was also his major source of light. Some days all he did was watch it. 

He smacked his lips, it felt dry. Water would be nice but he knew it would be easier to get poisoned liquid than water to drink. He could request for one, it was just a nasty expenditure to heal from it. 

The last proper meal he ate was two years ago, it was poisoned but aside from the poison, it was the best meal he had had in a very long time. He was sure they were hoping he would die from starvation and at this point, he was sure if he was offered death, he would gladly take it.

Felix was saying something but try as he might he could not listen. He was mentally exhausted and he had still not cleared the after-effects of the smelly bag. He was still a little dizzy.

He felt a sharp pain as Felix drove the knife through his chest and into his heart but Felix's arm slipped a little and he also stabbed into Fate's left lung, tearing it open. Fate began to choke as blood rushed into the hole in his left lung.

Felix pulled at the sword and wiped it on Fate's body before returning it to its sheath by his waist. He then slowly removed his helmet which was already covered in little splashes of blood, making sure Fate saw his grin before making his way out of the dungeon. 

"Bye Felix," Fate said but it came out as bubbles of blood and no coherent words.

Barely a couple of minutes after Felix left, there was a bright glow, Fate turned to look at it and there was a girl standing beside his table, if he was not choking he would have screamed.