The Western area surrounding the Cut city comprised of gigantic snow caped mountains and Avalanches. The strong cold winds warded off the mountains from any humans. It was inside one of the many caves in those mountains that Icaris and Chloria had agreed to meet.
A gloomy night spent alone by the two in the rocky cave waiting for the successful return of thier beloved. Arkas laying his head on the laps of Cholria fell asleep, while Chloria also dozed with her back leaned on a small boulder.
Whereas it took the staggering Icaris a full gloom to reach their rendezvous. With the dusk of dawn, Icaris finally reached his Prefab. His breath was loud yet silent enough to not wake the two up. Yet the cautious Chloria had already been awake from a whiff and was giggling afger seeing his face. Chloria gently placed Arkas's head from her lap to the ground got up hurriedly and hugged the man infront. The man, who looked half dead, more so from his thoughts than the battle. Icaris wavering, hugged her back, tightly. Chloria smiling gently, brushed her soft fingers on his firm back, comferting Icaris after all his lost battles.
The hug lasted and bright light of the sun woke little Arkas up. He sat up, rubbing his eyes while looking at his parents meet.
"Mama? Papa?"
He said in a dearly sleepy voice.
"Ahh.. Arkas, Papa is back!"
Chloria replied and went ahead to greet his son aswell.
Perhaps it was the final sweet memory that Arkas could recall as after thier departure from the Cut city, Arkas was compromised of a safe shelter and house. They lived her not for long before the Executioners got a lead of it and came to hunt Icaris. Saving thier lives, they ran and ran as far as the ground could offer.
Throughout the span of Arkas's life, the poor boy lived through extreme poverty, faced rejection all his life and on top of all that, was on a run all his life for a crime he didn't commit or even know of. He lived through the hardhsips of living in extreme colds with no covers to living in between dangerous beasts of marshy lands and even in the driest deserts under the scorching heat of sun. He lived his life chained by a fear of being caught and executed. Never fully experienceing freedom. All because he was the son of his parents.
10 years had past that way and little Arkas had now grown into a refined and fine teenager under the trainings of his Parents, yet even after spending a decade that way, Arkas couldn't get used of thier peculiar way of surviving. Just as everyone, He also found his poor father guilty, and so one day whilst surviving the brutality of a desert, Arkas spoke up to his father. Enraged for being a scapegoat, he directed the reason of all his sufferings towrds his father.
"WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS??"
He shouted with immense rage. His eyes boiling through his frustrations and fists clenched tightly, Arkas gave off a pitiable aura.
What could Icaris do but to let it slide. For he was in an even more miserable state than Arkas. He had to run from the goverment because of a Rebellion his gang lead before the birth of Arkas. For if he would have surrendered his self to the goverment, those dogs wouldn't have ever left his traces behind.
Icaris did not reply to the harsh tone of his son and just walked quietly. Soon the matter died down.
In the night, after finding a shelter, the three lay down to sleep but Arkas, who had enough of running away couldn't even blink. So he waited quietly and patiently for his parents to sleep. He put off his locket and sneaked off in the night to somewhere else alone. Saperated from his parents, he wandered off all the night alone trying to get out of the staunch endless desert. Soon after, in the hour of twilight, Arkas noticed something strange, he walked and realised he is being followed.
Arkas geared himself up as he was ambushed by The Leader of The Support Squad, Nortik Churchill and his main Squad themselves. Arkas could sense thier threatening aura, Chills ran down Arkas's spine and he started to fidget abit.
"Hmph... Look the boy's alone. Looks like your Papa abandoned you kid"
Nortik said and laughed loudly with his fellow members.
Arkas was naturally a short tempered guy, and so was offended by thier talk.
"Least I am not fatherless as you Assholes."
He said while glaring down Nortik.
And suddenly all the laughter died down as Nortik stepped up.
"Watch your mouth Kid. Who you calling fatherless? Your father is the heinous criminal y'know"
Nortik said in blatant manner and creating a sand sword in his hand he walked slowly towards Arkas.
Arkas quickly created a fire engulfed punch himself and screaming his lungs out, he ran towards the foe and hit him in the gut with all his might. Arkas smiled abit thinking it would have hurt like hell. Nortik on the other hand wasn't even moved by it. He took the punch head on and with a still look on his face, looking down on Arkas. He said:
"Is that all?"
Arkas expressions of delight turned into distinctive despair as he saw him unfazed. Then Nortik raised his hand up and just then a blitzing orange light took all of his men down in an instant and a ferocious magma ball came his way. Nortik cut that magma ball down but before he could know it Arkas had escaped his grasp and stood on a ridge near them. On his shoulder was the hand of his father, who glared Nortik down as if he would fry him down raw.
All of Nortik's men also stood back up again complaining that they let thier guard down. All four of them including Nortik stood ready to fight and infront of them was a hungry demon smiling with delight and glaring at them. As if he didn't come to save his son but to hunt thier blood down.
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Tips:
Arkas didn't train much with Icaris as he didn't like his father that much.