The Forgotten Slayer-Chapter 20: You can’t change the past

Clyde had sustained many injuries over the last few days. Because of this he wasn't coming out of his slumber anytime soon. Currently he was in a room that connected to Avelyns office in a large bed. Despite the comfort his face would twitch in anguish every so often. No one was near him to wonder what he was dreaming about. More accurately, what he was having a nightmare about.

It was eleven years ago, Clyde was only nine years old. The village he grew up in looked the same as he remembered, well of course it does inside of his head.

"Clyde! Hurry up it's time for dinner."

That voice.

"Coming!"

Brushing off the dirt from his face and clothes, Clyde ran toward a small house at the edge of village. His excitement caused him to trip on a stick and create a bruise on his cheek.

Scrambling to get up and keep moving, Clyde entered the house. A woman with short dark blue hair was waiting for him. She had an apron on with a silly strawberry pattern. Her green eyes pierced Clyde as she ran up to him picking him up off the ground.

"You're going to worry your big sister, how did this happen?"

She began to poke the bruise on his cheek while her other hand continued to hold him.

"Stop! It's not a big deal I just tripped and fell."

Putting him down Clyde's sister ran her hands through his hair.

"Eat up I made sandwiches."

Running around her Clyde made his way to the kitchen and sat down. His sister made the best food he could remember even if it wasn't really anything special.

As he was in the process of consuming the sandwich in one bite his sister came from the other room and scolded him.

"If you eat that fast you might choke. Slow down will you."

He reluctantly agreed to her command and his eating was paced accordingly.

Looking across the table he noticed she didn't have a sandwich and was just watching him eat.

"Did you already eat?"

"Of course I did, I couldn't help myself."

Clyde never realized until later in life that she was lying.

In the nine years since the creatures from other realms began to invade the planet, many people had died and a lot relocated to other locations. Clyde and his sister's parents had died just shortly after Clyde was born. The numbers would reduce in the present age but that was only because of stronger hero's appearing as time went on.

As he finished eating Clyde wanted to go practice his sword swings with his sister.

"Can we please practice today I can feel an awakening any day now!"

His sister looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"No one feels and awakening and you aren't even guaranteed to awaken."

This angered Clyde.

"I will just wait and see, but I need to be ready for when the day comes."

"I'm sorry but I can't today, I have to go to work soon."

Clyde's voice became low as he looked down.

"But you always work."

His sister got up from the other side of the table and walked around to him. She wiped the tears that were starting to come from his eyes and hugged him.

"I'll wake up up in the morning. I expect you to sleep at a reasonable hour."

Pushing his sister away Clyde ran to his room.

Relieving the past always made Clyde feel disgusted with himself.

Days went by with a similar structure. Sometimes his sister would read to him or tell him tales of their parents. Very rarely an excited Clyde could be seen fumbling around with a wooden stick outside of the house with his sister.

The beginning of the nightmare always started the same.

Knock knock knock knock.

Clyde was sitting in the living area playing with some straw dolls.

"I'll get it!"

Opening the door Clyde saw a prominent woman in a suit. He never got a good look at her face because he was suddenly kicked down.

He could still feel the sense of disgust she saw when looking at him. Before he could get up his sister came into the room and started yelling.

"Get away from him! Did you really have to come to my house!?"

The other woman replied coldly.

"In case you forgot this is my house. Regardless this wouldn't be necessary if you just did what you were told. As property your biggest virtue is listening and fufilling."

"Eat shit!"

Clyde had never heard his sister say a curse word. And he's definitely never saw her act this agressive.

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"Have you not learned your lesson? I suppose I'll need to make an example out of you."

At the snap of her fingers the most typical grunt came from behind her and made his way to Clyde's sister grabbing her.

"Let go of me!"

The woman had already walked outside and the grunt didn't bother acknowledging Clyde's sister. But Clyde couldn't just stand and watch anymore.

Running up to the grunt he began hitting as hard as he could. It hurt him more than it hurt the grunt.

Turning towards his sister the man spoke.

"Control him or he will be punished with you."

Clyde was confused.

'She's being punished?'

His sister interrupted further thinking.

"Clyde don't mess with these people. Go to your room."

Hearing this the woman in the suit popped her head back in the home.

"He's gonna watch this as well."

Another grunt came in and grabbed Clyde.

After being dragged to the center of the village they were finally unrestrained.

Clyde thought about attacking again but remembered his sisters word. Plus it's not like he could actually hurt them anyway.

Looking at his sister her face was empty. He would never forget it for the rest of his life.

The woman looked at her grunts and they left with one grabbing Clyde.

Before long a crowd began to form around the two of them. Addressing the crowd she began to speak.

"My condolences to you sweet servants of my family, it appears you have been living with a rat."

She grabbed the back of his sisters hair and threw her down into the mud.

Clyde began to yell but his mouth was being covered.

Stepping on his sisters back she began to talk again.

"Vanessa do you have anything to say for yourself?"

As his sister raised her head to speak it was pushed back into the dirt with the foot of the woman.

The crowd didn't have reactions to what was happening because they would be next if they acted out of line. Of course Clyde didn't understand this and became resentful of the watchers.

Now the woman brought his sister to her knees. With her mouth free she began to speak but instead got hit across the back of the head.

Clyde had gone numb from trying to escape the grasp of the man.

The other grunt brought a log over and sat it in front of his sister. As he was leaving the woman bent his sister over the log.

Sparks appeared out of the air in front of the woman and she grabbed a weapon out of it. A long dark thorny whip that had a sinister aura radiating from it.

This was not the first time it would be used. Or the last.

The woman tore the back of his sisters shirt off. The next few minutes were foggy and blank in Clyde's mind.

The growd was gone and all that remained was Clyde and his sister. As he walked up to her his foot stepped in blood. She hadn't moved much during the last few lashes.

"Sister....?"

Her head tried to look up but it couldn't move. Clyde dropped down and looked into her eyes.

When she looked at him the lifelessness he saw in her face earlier had disappeared with color in her eyes instead.

Her voice was frail and weak.

"Clyde... listen. Promise... me."

She was interrupted momentarily as some blood spilled out of her mouth.

"You'll live."

Her eyes were lifeless.

This new world was full of terrible monsters threatening humanity. Everyday in different places people would die. Clyde failed to realize the biggest threat was still people.

Clenching his fist he drove them into the ground.

"I promise you... I'll kill them all."

Standing up Clyde turned around and left the village. Later he learned that an inferno level threat opened up and swallowed the village.

After a month on the road Clyde had became dangerously frail and was on his last leg.

A carriage was coming from behind him and had to stop or it would hit him. The driver of the carriage was annoyed.

"Move out of the way boy."

As Clyde turned around his gaze caused the man to lose his attitude.

The door to the carriage opened and a young girl with a hair color he had never seen before hopped out.

"My name is Avelyn, who are you?"