The resplendent moon hanging high in the night sky gave off a majestic and imposing glow over the world, its sovereignty was accompanied by a beautiful river of stars that stretched across the sky as if announcing the arrival of a deity.

Within a huge forest with lush vegetation, whose beautiful wild plants scattered nearby adorned the environment, the leaves of the trees were shaken by the scourge of the wind, detached from their homes and finding the end of their journey in the coldness of the Earth.

With such beautiful characteristics gathered in a certain place, it was to be expected that a dreamy scene would unfold under the nocturnal mantle. However, the gods were creatures whose selfishness would never allow humans to enjoy such a perfect sight, snatching the sound of living beings in their envy.

In a similar way to the depths of a desert, any trace of life was imperceptible, causing such a huge contrast that caused concern in anyone who saw it ...

....

Suddenly, the crack of the branches breaking awakened the environment of its inhospitable state. Those hurried footsteps of a person became more and more perceptible, not long after his small figure became visible, highlighting his clothes soaked in sweat and his agitated breathing.

It was not known exactly how long he kept running, but the small splinters of wood embedded in his bare feet and blood smeared on his limbs, related by themselves part of what happened.

His hands were covered with wounds as the inevitable result of using them to clear his path, for the branches and thorns of the trees stood between his fate.

The sensation in his legs had disappeared, his eyelashes were trying to close and the focus of his vision was becoming more and more blurred. Overwhelmed by his extreme fatigue, but still unwilling to surrender, he bit his own tongue to stay conscious.

Just a single glance was enough to understand the desperate situation he was in.

The protagonist of such misfortunes was a young man no older than fourteen. A boy whose face showed no traces of fear, instead a strong feeling of uncertainty filled him. No matter how much he thought about it, he did not arrive at any coherent conclusion that would justify his current state.

Things like robberies or murders were frequent inside the forest. However, none of these things seemed to matter to the subject who kept following him. No, this was not a persecution, if that man had wanted it then the child would have died a long time ago. For that person, this was not different from a game.

So why keep running?

That boy was still running away because although hope might seem nonexistent and hidden by a cloak of shadows, his own human nature would still continue to cling to life with all his might, refusing to accept death in a place like this.

-Stop! Just then those words echoed in the surroundings as if it were the rumble of a lightning bolt. Even though it was a small phrase, it contained a terrible arrogance behind it.

His pronunciation denoted arrogance in his behavior, one that differed from the rulers or tyrants of old, one where respect for life was non-existent and the ego seemed to know no limits. However, in contrast to his disgusting attitude, he carried a voice so beautiful that it seemed to come from fairy tales.

Even so, in a situation as desperate as the child's, it did not matter how spellbinding the man's words sounded, it would only produce a terrible shiver running through his body.

The next thing that happened escaped the boy's senses, when he barely turned to find out the identity of the man who followed him, his vision darkened from moment to moment. When he returned to himself, he was lying on a tree without the strength to stand up and accompanied by a terrible pain.

Arlhen felt like a strange liquid covered his body, just after he understood what it was when he noticed the crimson red dyed in his clothes. The blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, nose, eyes and chest to form a small puddle under his legs.

Faced with a situation in which life left him with every second that passed, the child moved his hand to hold his chest, where there was a sharp sensation that bothered him. In the next moment an expression of stupefaction seized his face.

His flesh was sunken and several of his bones were broken, no different from a small cavity in his chest. Because of the severity of the wound, it seemed to have been produced by the blow of an iron mallet, at least anyone would have thought so, anyone but Arlhen.

Just then the silhouette of a person appeared at a distance, his facial features were hidden by the darkness of the night and his soft footsteps showed his tranquility before the horrifying scene. This figure gave off a horrible feeling of insecurity in those who looked at it, presaged death and fear where it walked, it was like the same grim descending to fulfill its duties.

The gap began to diminish with each step of his.

Five meters, three meters, one meter ...

Finally the moonlight revealed the appearance of that subject, causing the dying boy to be stunned even on his deathbed.

His face was not only beautiful and delicate but also entered the description of beautiful, had gray eyes that stood out with the moonlight in addition to an extensive jet black hair. The loose garments she wore seemed to be invaluable, especially those embroideries as bright as the most precious metals.

"Surely you must be wondering who I am, maybe you want to know the reasons I have to do this to you ... Do not waste your time, I do not need any reason to kill you ... But that does not mean I do not have one," the attractive young man commented. slowly with an indifferent look at the situation of the child.

A great uncertainty invaded Arlhen after listening to the man Who was that subject? Motives? What motives could someone who had never seen in his life?

-T-You ... you ... -Along Arlhen's excessive effort, the words that came out of his mouth disappeared easily in the air. Death was only a matter of time in his state, but that was no reason for him to stop trying to get an answer. For ... Why?

-Don't be spoiled! With a simple movement of his hand, the young man in white clothes hit the little boy's throat. When I'm talking ... you just have to listen.

Great puffs of blood were spat out as they were accompanied by a strangled cry. Even though Arlhen was not a doctor, he could feel something break inside, his vocal cords were shattered.

She writhed on the floor while holding her throat in an anguished expression, not only for the terrible pain but for the fact that she could never speak again.

-That's better. As if the circumstances of the child were a matter alien to him, that person continued speaking as if nothing had happened. An ignorant mortal does not have the right to speak on equal terms with me, "he said in a tone of disgust mixed in his words, but he did not stop there. Crawl, crawl like the trash you are. Maybe so you can extend that miserable life of yours.

It was not necessary for Arlhen to hear such words, for he had already begun to move using his hands, not because he was an obedient dog but because this was the only thing he could do. He did not care if reality and logic pointed to the same path, he was still willing to fight to free himself from the shackles imposed by fate.

He began to crawl as he left a mark of blood where his body was going, a coldness like never before began to cover his being. Soon his lips began to lose color and the characteristic warmth of life became as thin as a cloth.

In that instant his vague vision caught the end of the road, as if darkness awaited him from the other side. However, this illusion of his caused by his weakness disappeared and was replaced by a cliff, one whose abyss seemed to have no end.

There was no way to escape.

The steps of the person approaching behind him prompted him to keep moving forward. In a situation where he was between the sword and the wall, a quick decision was necessary ...

Arlhen kept moving forward while in his mind he apologized to his parents, could not become that person they so much wanted to see, apologized to his best friend and fiancee, could not keep his promise to be happy together. He apologized for the suffering his death would bring to his loved ones.

Finally reached the edge of the cliff, looked at the depth of the fall with resignation and then looked back, did not see the young man who approached but appreciated the world and the memory he had before launching to his death.

If he was going to die anyway, he would rather commit suicide than be killed by that despicable man. After reaching a strong resolution and gathering enough courage I do not doubt and then ...

He threw himself into the abyss.

Very different from what Arlhen thought, that attractive young man showed no sign of trying to stop him, instead he kept looking at him with a mocking smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a show.

At the very moment when the boy's body fell down the cliff, he suddenly felt a sharp object pierce his chest. When he turned his eyes away he found an embedded arrow.

Surprised by the development of the events, he directed his gaze to the place from which the arrow came. There he met a beautiful young woman, a beautiful woman with a charm that could rarely be appreciated.

This girl had a strange look as she watched him, one that mixed resignation, guilt and fear. Soon after he turned his gaze away so that he avoided showing his face.

-I'm sorry ... II just ... I wanted to ... I-I'm sorry. These were the last words Arlhen heard as he was swallowed by the darkness of the abyss along with an infinity of questions.

His mind refused to believe what had just happened, he forced himself to think that his eyes had deceived him that perhaps he was mistaken, totally unwilling to accept that his own fiancée had fired that arrow, and who knows what else.

Soon the tears began to accumulate in the equines of his eyes, he felt a heavy uncertainty and a desperate pain in his heart. But it was too late for any other thought, his last trace of life vanished like ash in the air.

He died in that abyss ...