Behind-The-Scenes

(Ravenger)

“This species is currently extinct. This is my question. Are you a Croklis?” (King)

“...” (Ravenger)

I remember back when I was born into my new life.

It was a barren desert. No life at all.

Except me.

“...Probably.” (Ravenger)

“I see. I have taken an interest in this situation. If I have any information, I will immediately inform you.” (King)

“...Why are you going so far?” (Ravenger)

“...The story I am going to tell will be long. Will you stay and listen?” (King)

“I don’t see why not.” (Ravenger)

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Long long ago, in a time almost forgotten, there was a great tribe of the desert. They were territorial, but not aggressive. They created friendly ties with the other races and was considered the county’s most peaceful race.

However, one day, their race was wiped out from the face of this country.

It began when too suddenly. This peaceful tribe was destroyed. Nobody knew why, but they know who did this. A High Lord, one of the Seven in the High Council, ordered his army to attack the tribe. When he was arrested and brought forth for questioning, he sweared that he was being controlled by a witch. No one believed him, since the first War with the Witches wiped out their existence entirely.

In the end, he was executed for the destruction of a race.

That was when the second Witch War began.

During the first Witch War, the tribe sent forth their members to fight alongside the other races to defeat the witch. With their overwhelming support, the alliance won.

When the second Witch War began, the alliance won again, but with huge losses. The Elfish race lost nearly their entire race, the Dwarvan race lost half of their race, the Draconic Race lost their elder and left the alliance, the Beast race lost multiple species to the war, and have stayed within their forests after the war, and lastly, the Demonic race was the first to fall, and they retreated back to their corner of the country and stopped all interactions with other races.

It has been 100 years since the second Witch War.

The peaceful tribe was slowly forgotten, and are now considered myths. And just like all myths, they change. The tribe are now viewed as an evil being who destroys everything and cannot be stopped. If they ever attract the attention of even one of its kind, they will meet ruin.

That tribe is the Croklis. The Tribe of the Raging Sands.

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(Ravenger)

…

So that’s why I was born alone.

My species is extinct.

“That is all I know about your species. I hope it is of great help.” (King)

“I appreciate it.” (Ravenger)

Walter, who has been silently listening to the conversation, called out to me.

“Ravenger, do you want to stay here for the night?” (Walter)

“...There’s no need.” (Ravenger)

“Oh… Alright.” (Walter)

“Ravenger, was it?” (King)

“Yes.” (Ravenger)

“I would like to give you a reward for helping Walter escape. Please do not reject our sincerity.” (King)

“If you say so. I’ll accept it.” (Ravenger)

“Walter, please show Ravenger the way to the treasury.” (King)

“Yes, Father.” (Walter)

Walter got off his seat and lead me out of the throne room.

“So, where is this treasury?” (Ravenger)

“It’s in the basement.” (Walter)

“...Isn’t it easier to steal the treasure then?” (Ravenger)

“No. It is highly guarded. It was built underground so that in case the castle collapsed, the treasures will still be safe for use.” (Walter)

Hm. Makes sense.

As we proceeded to the treasure room, we walked through a passage with a couple of doors here and there.

Eh? A door is slightly open here.

“...Walter. Walk on ahead.” (Ravenger)

“Huh? Why?” (Walter)

“...Go.” (Ravenger)

“...Yes.” (Walter)

I sense something very, very wrong.

I walked over to the slightly opened door and pushed the door open.

Suddenly, I was stabbed in my chest.

The assaulter was wearing a hooded cloak. He tried to push me aside but I grabbed onto his head.

“...I don’t die so easily.” (Ravenger)

I threw the assaulter back into the room.

I walked in and shut the door.

How did this become so messed up?

I glared at the figure who is wielding another blade.

“...Let’s see. I don’t see a reason why someone like you should be here. I’ll give you choice. If you tell me why you are here, I’ll let you go. If not, you die.” (Ravenger)

The assaulter grunted and charged at me.

...Death it is.

I swiped at the assaulter’s head.

“Eh?” (Ravenger)

My claw passed right through the assaulter.

The ‘assaulter’ ran right through me and out the room.

A fake… He must have escaped.

I shook my head to clear my rage which was building up and held my wound.

I left the room and called for Walter.

…

No response.

Don’t tell me…

“Damn it! Walter!” (Ravenger)

I ran down the hallway leading to the treasury.

...I smell blood. This is not good.

Following the smell of blood, it led to a dead soldier’s corpse.

...The scent of blood continues beyond here.

I kept running, following the blood trail, until I arrived at the treasury.

“...” (Ravenger)

The assaulter gripped Walter by the neck, and I had just arrived the hear the last of the assaulter’s words.

“...and I will kill your father, and rule this country!” (Assaulter)

“...No!” (Walter)

I charged in, grabbing Walter, and throwing him out of the treasury.

I unsheathed my claws and stabbed the assaulter through the chest.

“...I’m not letting you… GET AWAY FROM ME AGAIN.” (Ravenger)

“...Fool.” (Assaulter)

The assaulter vanishes and appears in front of me.

“Prepare to die.” (Ravenger)

“...It seems I cannot escape. I will kill you and kidnap the prince!” (Assaulter)

Hey guys, IAmTheKroc

Sorry for the delay...

I procrastinated too long during my holidays and had to finish my homework...

But now that I'm done, I can finally write again!

I will post chapters every Thursday or Friday now that I can manage my time a bit more.

Thanks for reading!

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