"You wanted to talk."
On top of a mountain, the king of silence stood in front of a hand-carved grave with the only word written on it being an L.
King of Silence didn't bother to look at him. "You finally decided to come the last minute before our final battle."
"Talking before that did not change anything." Ray said with his indifferent tone.
"Do you have time to listen to a story?"
"I wouldn't mind."
"I guess you haven't ever lived in puberty; since I was eight, I had to work just to be able to buy food. My mother and father worked day and night, and we barely could even buy enough food for our daily meals."
He sighed, "When my father died, I had to take his place as the man of the family, a teenage boy that had no knowledge of the work, taking his father's place in the cruel world, but I had one hope: in a few years, I would have gotten my magic at last, a hope in the darkness of my life."
