Ramia: Chimeran War (chapter rewritten And contains grammar and spelling errors))

Look at the boy, the boy is young, around twelve or thirteen years old, he is sitting at the table next to his father in silence that is only broken when thunder makes noise like an omen. He lives on a farm, working in vast fields of land for countless hours and lacks a mother figure, the woman who gave birth to him unfortunately lost her during the birth of the child. His father, when he is not plowing the land for a crop that may or may not be fruitless, sits in the wooden chair where his wife used to sit and recites lines from poets and philosophers who have long been forgotten by the sands of time as if their identities and deeds were nonexistent in the face of time and the reality of distant eras. He looks at the garment that refuses to believe that he is his son and remembers the day he was born, remembering the shower of stars and how that was the day when the monster that shared the same air as him was here existing, the ecron with extreme repulsion from his own son calls him: "vulgar sacrilege"; He has a sister, but he does not know her face or voice. She left the farm a long time ago and abandoned his baby brother. The young man does not know where she lives or even his own name, since his father did not give him this opportunity because he considered him a monster and unworthy of having one. He thought that the only right he had was an aversion to and hostility toward someone worthy of death, and only death.

The people with whom he shares his pain call him "Hector." Due to his lack of a name, the people around him granted him the gift of having one. Hector was eating some cheese he had stolen from his home's pantry to satisfy his hunger - it was getting dark, he could hear the howling of wild dogs outside his house - the man went to his room, there were no toys or anything that a normal child could enjoy to have some kind of entertainment in this monotonous and boring life that he is forced to live, a long time ago he had read the books that his father had in the large rows, they were books about poetry and romance stories and some were fantasy books that caused enchantment in the child's fertile imagination. Hector is tired of all this life, he wanted to leave his life and walk where no one else has gone - to seek a better life and be able to live and not survive - if he has to live in this end of the world once again, until the end of his life and live next to someone who can't even stand him, he doesn't want to make his mind go crazy like an aggressive storm and quite loaded with negative feelings for the rest of his life.

Later, when his "father" was asleep, the boy carefully left his house. The only thing that was going through his head was: "Run, run, RUN!", Go as far away as possible, away from his home, using any means necessary. He wanted to leave everything he had known until that moment and live only for himself.

As he left his house, he faced the storm in front of him. The thunder was the herald that the element that brings life would fall upon him and the plantation. Hector just kept going, in the darkness of those plowed fields - the light of the lightning illuminated his path for a few seconds. The raindrops fell as hard as a small stone and crumbled when they hit the ground. The thunder was so loud that the boy saw it as a motivation to increase his speed and even stumbled because of the earth that turned to mud.

For a week, a whole week he traveled through arid plains, while the horizon distorted over his vision - he even thought that his mind was playing tricks on him - or else Hector was in a cruel dream, he imagined that he had not even left his house. The scorching sun did not allow him to rest, it was a tortuous and plausible reminder that he was awake, regrets had arrived in his head like arrows piercing his body in a painful way. However, these were completely unproliferative thoughts. After walking a lot he ended up reaching a river, desperate to hydrate himself he grabbed the water with his hands and began to drink compulsively to survive, calmly he sat under a tree and reflected on his decision to abandon home, having assumed that his father above all must be happy that he was no longer home and possibly should even have broken his bed. Hector aimed his gaze at the leaves of the tree where he temporarily resided while a relaxing breeze hit his skin like a soft and smooth fabric. Hector wasn't so happy, he chose to keep wandering around. He was lost and had nothing to eat, and he probably had to feed on the invertebrates around him - he would rather die of hunger than devour a scorpion or whatever it was that was slithering around the small and large rocks - but he felt his stomach growling and his mind was already imagining what it would taste like. Hector stood up and looked at the tree where he had previously rested. He noticed those strange... faces! For some reason, the deformations of that tree seemed to form faces as frightening as his father's, and it was hard for Hector to be more hideous than him.

Later, he looked at the leaves and, upon closer inspection, they did not look like ordinary green leaves; they were... scarlet like human blood. The young man suddenly began to feel a slight discomfort upon seeing that terrifying scene, and as his common sense and primordial fear spoke louder (coupled with fear and the suspicion that that tree was certainly a bad omen), he decided to continue his journey. He thought it would be safer than spending the night sleeping under that hideous thing. He stopped in a village and, upon entering the place, found himself in a completely abnormal environment, as if he were in an environment from another world. Furthermore, he was just a child, a young man who had left his home and entered a world completely unknown to him, at the mercy of himself, he could only count on himself, although not even he trusted himself to be able to survive the adversities of the world and now he felt so small, he walked to the center of the village the residents looked at him curiously about this young man who had just appeared walking dirty and with a tired look as if he was about to fall and that he couldn't take it, but all the fatigue that made him come to this village. None of the residents showed any attitude to help him - it wasn't for lack of will - it was because for them, that boy was in a state of savagery as if at any sign of threat, he would become a violent barbarian - that was a child, obviously reasoning like that was stupid. Hector walked a few more meters, and suddenly he fixed his gaze on a bar - he entered that place, came across a pleasant melody, the smell of alcohol filled his nostrils in a way as if he felt that his senses were somewhat disoriented. He saw half-naked women, dancing for men who were seduced by them.

He heard laughter and constant lamentations of drunk men, some were just alcoholics who went to the bar to drown their sorrows and escape from the world. Hector saw those drunks with their big bellies looking like they were going to explode from drinking so much, he walked to the bar, the old wooden floor creaked as if Hector was opening a door, some of them fixed their gaze on the child who entered that bar - the boy walked to the bar and when he arrived, he asked the bartender for some water.

After hydrating himself, Hector looked at the man and asked him why the atmosphere was so strange. Everyone present at that bar seemed quite distressed and melancholic about this war.

The man forced a smile - he agreed with Hector about the negative atmosphere that affects this establishment, but most of the time it is parents worried about their children who were recruited into the army - he hesitated to speak - he added that the times of peace are gone and that the chimeras are here as emissaries of the gods, a divine punishment.

The man said that as if it were an absolute and universal truth, he thought about what he had heard and saw the destruction that these monsters are capable of. The stories he heard about these monsters always talked about how they devoured people like cannibals or a force of nature that came to proclaim their lives, and some interpret them as demons that came from the underworld and that should never have given them the blessing of existence.

Hector rests his head on the counter - he asks if anyone in this city would go to war by any chance, he would go with that person after all he has no one and if he is in this war maybe he will have a chance to get ahead in life.

The man seemed surprised when he heard that, because he had no idea that the young man wanted to die and at first he thought that Hector was running away to avoid fighting. He then pointed to the back, where few people were there, he specifically pointed to the person with hair as black as the darkness itself, equally dark eyes and especially his face covered in scars. Some were superficial, others were quite noticeable...