The northern weather changed again as snow began to fall. In a quiet corner of a road, a boy lay, softly singing a melody woven from four tales.
The most prominent tale was one of sorrow, a soft and muted lament about all that was missing. As if responding, the snowflakes danced around the boy, avoiding his touch for fear of interrupting his music and leaving a clear, unblemished patch of earth.
If a crowd were present, they would have cried out the same question: "Why?" A friend, if there were one, would have been silent, unsure of the appropriate words to offer but even more frightened of what could not be expressed in such a moment.
Anyone close by would have heard the boy speak, uttering phrases both strange and unexpected for a child to say.
Amid his sadness, an oddity could be noticed. With his stubby fingers deftly manipulating the strings, a captivating rhythm emerged, transforming into a haunting melody.
The boy fumbled with the lute, yet as if in a dreamlike state, he played what his father referred to as a "twilight melody," unaware of its ethereal beauty. And this was the second tale.
About a dream buried in the dimness and, in irony, about his haunting rise in the eventide of this fateful day.
The third tale was not an easy thing to notice. If one listened closely for a while, they might begin to comprehend its meaning, but if they did, they would wish they hadn't.
The words, born of unbridled fury, would have sliced through their throats, driving them away. Yet, if they chose to stay, they would remain silent, not because they lacked the words to speak but to avoid facing the boy.
As long as they remained still, they would be safe. And they would stand there, not out of reverence for the boy's delicate form but because the tale consumed their souls with each word, stripping away their fragile perception of themselves. The image, which they would swear to anyone, grinding their teeth if necessary, was their life and their meaning.
The boy had jet-black hair, as dark as obsidian, standing in stark contrast to his surroundings. His swollen eyes held a distinct emerald gleam.
Distant and void, he moved with a muted conviction that his life had been deceived. As though he were unconsciously willing to overcome his tragedy, his body was poised with determination.
This fourth tale was his own—a culmination of the others, a grand tapestry of lament that wove his story into its depths.
It was as heavy as the betrayal of a loved one. It was the anguished voice of a young person, waiting to die not from illness but from a lack of the will to live.
As if in response to his cries, the boy's body crumpled in the snow, creating a serpentine trail of red against the white. His arms were shattered and his feet swollen.
A long, broad line of blood ran across his chest. His once mesmerizingly long hair was now marred with imperfections and missing strands. There he lay, a young boy, lost in the light, with no one around to heed his pleas.
This is a tale of a man known as the Traveller. In the pursuit of his own meaning and his thirsty will to craft his worth, he found himself facing the darkness of the world. In a deadly fight for survival, he shall tell his story. And as if each road should have, this is a tale of sorrow, a tale of wandering, a tale of one soul's search for the escape of his own fate, and how that search, and the fearless will that drove it, gave birth to a legend.
What should I expect from the story? It's a slow-to-medium burn. Character-focused story mixed with worldbuilding. Some details are revealed from the dialogues, whereas others are from the background composition. Take this like an orchestra, the main instruments are the characters, but in the background, burning slowly are the worldbuilding, the power, the society, and so on.
What's unique about it? The power construction and cultivation, it's based on the psychological point of view, such as personality, traits, and flaws. There is duality so nothing is static and recorded in stone. Someone weaker could defeat someone stronger if he uses the flaws and traits of his opponent, and of course if he plays more smartly.
What are your inspirations? Games, animes, books, and movies. I can name some: Fullmetal Alchemist; Hunter x Hunter; One Piece; The Name of the Wind; Lord of the Rings; Mistborn; Final Fantasy; Rogue Galaxy.
What I should know before reading? English isn't my mother language, in fact, while I write the story, I'm learning the language more profoundly. The chapters are either edited until the second draft or released after I just finish, which takes a long time of my day to do, because of the struggle to write in a way that does not sound so "rusty" and "awkward".
What are the tones of the story? It has its dark side, the struggle of society, madness, and so on; however, I enjoy a lot of the feeling of "adventure" and "it must be funny", so you should expect some fun parts.