Survivor's Chronicles [Episode 3 - A Meaningful Rendezvous with Mom]

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Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fictional. All names (except for my own) are either under copyrights of MAIET, or have been approved by the involved individuals. Locations in the stories are based off names under copyrights of MAIET as well. Any relation to real life incidents are entirely coincidental. Stories may contain gore, violence, and other mature themes. Viewer discretion is advised.

Note:
The entire story is told in a first person's perspective. All thoughts, speech and actions are all in a first person perspective unless said otherwise.

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Survivor's Chronicles [Episode 3 - A Meaningful Rendezvous with Mom]
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I spent the first four hours after ‘graduation’ in the town of Annaworthing, buying some rations and supplies to keep me going should I need to travel on foot. I spent a couple of gold coins on those, and I thought that I should also get myself a pair of new gloves and some boots, considering the ones I had used in the institution were pretty much worn out by now. It took me a bit of searching to actually find a decent pair of gloves, since most of the shops’ wares was mostly for the common folk… What am I saying? I sound like one of those martyr-like idiots from the institution. To put it simply, there wasn’t much choice of special armor-like clothing which adventurers needed. They had to be made out of sturdy materials, and have woven Kevlar underneath. But as the town was pretty small, one could not expect too much. Despite that fact, I never saw the faces of my two former friends. Who knows, they were probably grabbing a room in the nearby inn for some intimate love-making session. I didn’t really care much about it, and the comprehension that I had just crushed the loaf of bread in my hands when the thought crossed my mind was purely coincidental. I spent the rest of my time considering my options with the last couple of gold coins in my pocket, when I spotted an aged bounty poster on the wall of the clothing shop. I wasn’t too sure about how old it could have been, but it was obviously more than 10 years, considering the tearing and worn outlook. The heading read:

‘Treasure lost upon previous travels, bounty reward of 5000 gold coins upon safe return.’

Directly underneath the heading, was the image of what seemed to be a pearl necklace. I blinked and stared at the poster for several minutes, for I felt that I had seen that very same necklace before, with the pearls that gleamed seamlessly, even in the darkness. It could have been a long time ago, but it was still vaguely familiar to me. I finally took my leave from the shops, and started my journey, right out of Annaworthing. The path out of the town seemed quite smashed up, as if it had not been paved properly for years, though it was still fine when I had first passed it a couple of years ago, when I was heading towards the institution. However, I still think it was better than a dirt path, to know that someone had passed through these roads before. With a stroke of luck, a complete stranger asked me if I’d like a lift on his horse-carriage just about a minute’s walk out of town, and I was grateful for the offer, especially when the driver told me that the next town was a day’s walk, or around eight hours by carriage. I pondered for a moment, whether I would be able to even trust anyone out there in the world. Or would they betray and forget about me, like Kunai and Raite had done? A long winding road, and I was quite sure that I would be taking the path less traveled. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to have some company along the way, and this kindly stranger was the only companionship I had at that moment.

The next six hours carried on with some banter on the carriage with the man, which I could only remember as Stephen. We traded stories on our experiences, with mine mostly to do with the training I had received in order to become an adventurer, and his mostly to do with his travel as a merchant, to both countries of Axium and Travia, with riddles of robberies and stick-ups. I was quite surprised that he had known Mother, Lilian Madeline Pakarda. According to Stephen, she was, and still is, quite an eyeful, since he mentioned that he had just taken a train over from Travia. Right then and there, I had a very strong urge to punch Stephen right on the nose, but I had learned self restraint quite well back in the institution. Leave it to Mother to keep the men swooning over her, despite her being well over 40 years old. It was a wonder how Father had managed to keep her all to himself. With all the men, and even some women staring at her wherever they had traveled in the past, I’m surprised that Father had managed to protect her. Anyway, Stephen seemed quite impressed with the fact that I had the guts to become an adventurer, or as he put it, ‘the most unpredictable and dangerous line of work in the world.’

The next couple of hours passed in silence, as I was trying to catch up on some rest. It was already late into the afternoon, and we were expected to reach the town of Rami soon. Though my eyes were closed, I was still conscious to my surroundings. As I could remember, we passed a couple of checkpoints on the road, and it seemed quite apparent that Stephen was using my status as an adventurer through them. I could only wonder why, since the checkpoint guards permitted unrestricted road access, as long as the travelers were not carrying illegal merchandise, or weapons without a license. But as mentioned beforehand, adventurers had unrestricted access throughout the entire continent of Astra, and the guards did not even take a second look at the carriage as we passed them. I ‘woke up’ as we approached Rami, the signs posted on the outskirts of the town being an indication. There was one last checkpoint before we could enter Rami, and I watched quietly as Stephen once again, signaled that I was an adventurer. At this point, I was getting quite irritated, not to mention suspicious.

Nonetheless, I let it go, and thanked Stephen for his generosity. I considered the use of my status to be enough of repayment for his assistance into Rami. I decided that it was time to make a little money before I could carry on elsewhere. Hence, my first intended stop was to El-Tracass, the legendary military city. Word was that there was a lot of bounty offers there, so what better place to start than the place where my ancestors fought valiantly? The town of Rami was one of the only larger towns that had a train station, apart from the cities, unlike Annaworthing. It wasn’t hard to locate the station, since it was so brightly lit, even though the day had just turned into dusk. After some inquiries and exploration on my own accord, I finally bought a train ticket for the next train to El-Tracass, which was already docked in at the station, to my delight. The train was scheduled to leave close to midnight, so I had decided to grab a bite to eat at one of the restaurants nearby with what few silver and copper coins that I had left. But as I had left the train station towards one of the inns, a gunshot could be heard right across the station. I just stood there for a moment, checking the time on the clock by the ticket counter, before rushing off towards the source of the gunshot. It wouldn’t hurt to check out the commotion, since I had around four hours left.

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Survivor's Chronicles [Episode 3 - A Meaningful Rendezvous with Mom] (Continued...)
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The sight that had greeted me was one of shock. One of the Train Guards, a female one at that, was fighting with some drunkard who was wielding a pistol, right outside one of the restaurants. He continued firing more shots at the woman, the slide on the top of the pistol pulling back and extracting a single bullet shell, one by one, making everyone cringe or make an attempt to keep themselves at a safe distance. The Train Guard, on the other hand, blocked off every single shot with her blade, looking quite bored, yet… very attractive, to say the least. Everyone around them was huddled together, and it was no surprise as to why. An accidental slash or gunshot could wound one of them, maybe fatally. As each shot rang out, someone was screaming his or her head off, as if it were unnatural to them. It was quite annoying, to say the least. Then again, the gunshots were like second nature to me, especially after over two years of training in the institution, so it did not bother me in the least.

“I only wanted one kiss, you filthy slut, no need to go loco over it.” The man seemed quite under the influence of his drink, and he seemed to be spewing quite a lot choice words and colorful phrases at the woman. Even as he wielded a pistol in one hand, his other hand never released its grip on the half-filled bottle of whisky.

“Keep dreaming, you pig. You and your lot can keep on dreaming if you think that can get a piece of this.” Came the response as the woman slapped at her backside. I could only watch silently as the man threw the bottle at the Train Guard’s face out of anger and respite, who responded with sidestepping and slicing the bottle cleanly in two. What a waste of liquor.

“You can’t beat me, and you should be thankful that I’m going to be gone in a few hours. Go pick on someone else, like that cute bartender in there. I’m sure he’s more than willing to give you head.” She gave a wide smirk at the man, who then resumed emptying his entire pistol’s magazine out of rage, even continuing to pull on the trigger despite the clicking noises that signaled for a reload. The woman sighed as she dashed forward, the exact same way which I had learned back in the institution, along with the bullet blocking techniques she had performed. In a quick slashing motion, even quicker than I had seen even back in the institution, she had relieved the man of his sidearm. My instinct told me that something was about to go very wrong quickly, and I immediately stepped in, or rather, dashed in. I was quite right, as the woman was about to make a downwards slash at the man’s crotch. I unsheathed my own rusty sword and directed the slash elsewhere, managing to ensure that her sword only made a clean mark upon his clothing.

“That’s far enough, he’s unprotected. You should know better than to hit an unarmed assailant, Train Guard.” I heard myself say. There was a burning fire in my own eyes, and I was quite sure that this Train Guard may want to fight it out. I was still fresh out of the institution, with no proper battle experience, but I was hoping that with my skills and by some glint of luck, I would manage to beat her. Also, I was hoping that the bracelets and dog tag that I was wearing would somehow intimidate her. I did not really manage to make out the woman’s face, as her back was facing the restaurant which she had walked out from, not to mention that the sun had already set, and the lamps around the town have not been lit yet. I watched quietly as it appeared that she was looking over at me, studying me. My eye twitched when she pointed her sword at the drunkard, and told him solemnly to get out of her sight. There was quite some authority in her voice, and somehow, it seemed to intimidate me even more. In fact, it reminded of Kunai when she was angry. She always had this certain assertiveness in her voice.

“Oh ho, an adventurer, hmm? This is quite… unexpected.” She said, the tone of her voice sounded as if she had just heard the funniest pun ever. “I’m going to have some fun with you.” She giggled a little as she pointed her blade at me; the gleam on her sword told me that it was no ordinary blade. Rather, I swore that it was glowing a bright blue color. I took a couple of steps backwards and swallowed the lump in my throat. This was it, the very first true battle of my life. It was time to put all that I had learned in the institution to the test. Would I make it, or would I die, just like all those who did not manage to survive, and returned home in a body bag?

“Listen, it doesn’t have to be like this. I’m just saying that you shouldn’t harm unprotected-” But I never got to finish my sentence, as the Train Guard made a lunge at me, the sudden acceleration of her movement making me clutch my sword’s hilt even tighter than before. My first instinct was to do what I had done on my first day at swordsmanship training; shut my eyes as tightly as possible, hold up the blade in front of me and hope that I managed to miraculously protect myself in some way. But then, just as I did, the voice of my instructor resonated in my mind, and my eyes snapped back open. This was a duel to the death, not some petty training session. I made a loud grunting noise as I blocked off her first slash, which was directed right at my midsection. I swung my sword upwards, using my upper body strength and focused all my energy in my right arm, forcing her to move back a couple of paces. It was only then, did I finally manage to catch a small glimpse of her face. The shock and horror flooded my mind instantly.

“MO-MOTHER???”

The revelation of me yelling out at her that way shocked the both of us. We merely stood there, staring at each other for a moment. I wasn’t sure about her, but the fear and horror of nearly going into battle against my own mother swamped my brain. But, I also felt elated, that I had finally found someone, a long-lost loved one. “It’s me, James. Your Jamie, your son!” I blurted out as I stood there, sword drawn, with the woman still staring over at me, and everyone else also apparently shocked that the two fighters were related to each other. “Mother, it’s really me… I’m here with you…” I whispered, my voice starting to break up, tears already beginning to stream down my face, in joy of finding my mother, and also the possible frustration that she may not recognize her own son. She was still looking over at me with those glazed blue eyes, when the lamps around town finally lit up. She was still as stunning as ever, her long brown hair flowing down over her shoulders, her beautiful face void of any wrinkles or any signs of aging, and her figure was one which almost every man and woman could have desired; a full chest, a thin waist, and broad hips. The only thing that was still quite intimidating was the outfit that she sported, along with the sword that she was wielding.

“Jamie... Jamie… is that… really you?” That was her first inquiry. She sheathed her own sword as she slowly walked up to me, seemingly afraid that I may have tricked her and would attack her if I got the chance. Instead, I stood my ground, allowing her to approach closer, step by step, until she was only an inch away from my face. I was considerably taller than her, and she had to tip-toe to get a proper look at my face, the face of the young boy that she had seemingly abandoned to become a Train Guard, to escape from the memory of Roan Pakarda, or so my uncle Rock had told me. “Is it… really you? Am I dreaming?” she whispered as a hand reached up to touch my face, molding it within her grasp, before her other hand reached up as well to trace my jaw line.

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The initial touch was electrifying, as if a trigger inside me had been activated, and a free-flow of tears streamed down my face as I nodded in response to her inquiry. I dropped my sword onto the bricked up street, the loud ‘clang’ noise echoing into the evening’s surroundings. “Mother… how could you?” I asked softly as I leaned closer and embraced her, sounding like the young child that I used to be. “Why did you leave me?” It had been over ten years since I had cried, to bear my feelings out to someone. Father had always said that we should never show emotions too easily, as it may indicate our weaknesses to enemies. But right now, I couldn’t care any less. Even if someone wanted my head right then and there, I would allow them to shoot me willingly. My mother was here, and that was all that mattered to me right now. “Why didn’t you take me with you?”

“James… Oh Enia… Canopus… It’s my son!” The revelation soon hit my mother’s thoughts as well, as she hugged me tightly until a point where I could barely breathe. I did not mind it though, as she too started sobbing uncontrollably on my shoulder. Both of us, mother and child, fell to our knees as we embraced each other, the initial shock of our meeting now turning into tears of joy and relief. Though everyone else were beginning to crowd around us, I could barely hear them as I cried on my mother’s shoulder. After what seemed to be an hour of just kneeling there embracing each other, Mother slowly gathered up her only child to his feet, picked up his sword and led him into the restaurant. It was a very tense moment for the both of us, for me especially. What do I say? There were so many unanswered questions that I wanted to ask her, so many experiences and stories to tell her. But yet, I wanted to listen to what she had to say as well.

Mother finally broke the silence first, after both of us had finally composed ourselves, and settled down at one of the tables. “You look so much like Roan now… his nose and eyes, that startling physique…” She said quite dreamily, albeit her red eyes, which she was still wiping from time to time. It was hard to compose myself as well, for it had been so long since I’ve seen my own mother. “Why didn’t you ever reply to any of my letters?” She asked, to which I became quite confused. What was she talking about?

“I never received any letters… after a while… I had given up hope that you would have sent me any word of your whereabouts…” I explained further into detail about what uncle Rock had told me over the years. Mother seemed quite upset about my explanation, though she never said it out loud. I could remember that she had a certain expression whenever she was displeased with something, and even now, it hasn’t changed throughout the years. We talked about our lives for the next three hours, managing to share a couple of laughs albeit the amount of tears and sobbing. It was complete contradiction to our face-off earlier. She even commented that she thought my Father had just returned from the dead when she saw me. I, on the other hand, told her about my time at the institution, about the hardships that I endured, about Kunai and Raite, and my ‘graduation’. I couldn’t help but blush a little when she said that her little boy had finally turned into a man, and I felt… more mature than I had ever been. Then again, what more could I ask for from Mother, who had poured out her heart to me, to have regretted not taking better care of her son? Even though I had little to no guidance from her, I still turned out alright, didn’t I?

I finally explained my intent of travel to her, about my intended visit to El-Tracass, and she had some sound advice for me, mostly to do with the outlaws and Gun Knights, that I should not mingle with them in any way. Of course, then there were the usual mother’s overprotective instincts about staying away from goons in Travia, and the Assassin guilds. In the end, I had only one last inquiry, which finally drew up in my mind. “One last thing… that necklace you’re wearing, Mother…” I pointed at the exact same pearl necklace that I had seen on the poster back in Annaworthing. “Where did you get it?” My curiosity was peaked, as I remembered the poster claiming that it was lost upon previous travels. What are the odds that it may have been stolen in the first place?

“This one? Your father bought it for me… a close 1000 gold coins for it.” Mother smiled as she fingered with the gleaming pearl necklace around her neck. I blinked as I noted that one of the pearls were larger than the others, and that was when I realized; it wasn’t a pearl. It was an Eye of Enia. I was shocked. For a long time, I had believed that only the closest and most faithful of the Gods were awarded the elements. Mother had never displayed any faith in the Gods when I was younger, but yet the blue gleam I had seen on her sword earlier was now explained. Mother knew that I was staring at the Eye. “Yes, James… I became a follower… both your father and myself were of different faiths, however. Enia’s shrine was one of the places that I found solace… tranquility. Your father’s was in Canopus.” She smiled as she placed a gentle hand over my own. Maybe, I could earn an Eye or a Medal from one of the Gods. Someday. I couldn’t help but return her smile, as we both made our way towards the station, for it was close to boarding time.

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[Sarcor]

You know, maybe a little less sexual content should be good?

Other than that it was mighty fine.

Edit: What i mean is, except other certain individuals every1 here who plays gunz is almost 13 and under. Im not saying turn it into one of those kids stories. Im saying tune down the content just a little bit.

A little bit.


I mostly mean this sentence.

I’m sure he’s more than willing to give you head.

Ahem.

[Nosedagger]

What i mean is, except other certain individuals every1 here who plays gunz is almost 13 and under.

Overstatement. Most of us are teenagers. Almost nobody who posts here in this section is under 13, I'm guessing.

[Sigh]

Except meh.

Edit: Wait, my Birthday was a month ago, nvm.

[taskette]

Uhh... damn I'm old. ~_~"

Already 23 and I'm still on this game. Heh.

[Sarcor]

I know some1 older than you who also writes Gunz Fiction.... Hes one of the best too. Here. But i won't disclose his name.

[taskette]

*cough* I'm not going to do the compare game here, because I already feel old enough. X_x

By the way, I'm procrastinating over Episode 4. BLAAAAAH!

Ehm, I blame my stomach aches over the past 3 days. No thanks to them, I haven't been getting proper sleep. T_T

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Originally Posted by taskette

*cough* I'm not going to do the compare game here, because I already feel old enough. X_x

By the way, I'm procrastinating over Episode 4. BLAAAAAH!

Ehm, I blame my stomach aches over the past 3 days. No thanks to them, I haven't been getting proper sleep. T_T

You think your procrastination is bad?!?!?!!? I can't simply put together a chapter 1 on my story for 6 FRIGGIN MONTHS cuz of my stupid habit.

>=[.

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Originally Posted by Sarcor

You think your procrastination is bad?!?!?!!? I can't simply put together a chapter 1 on my story for 6 FRIGGIN MONTHS cuz of my stupid habit.

>=[.

YAAAAARRRRR! I'm continuing my procrastination period. Being a PIG is all I care about right now. (-(oo)-)

I wanna sleep moar. Yeah yeah yeah. *wobbles into bed*

NO! I MUST WRITE MY STORY!

But I'm so tired and lazy. (-(oo)-)

The PIG in me won. BLAAAAH! *goes back to sleep*

[Sarcor]

Well, i play gamez moar than sleep during procrastinating LOL.

[zammy mage]

nice work pitty cool

[Misuzu]

Nice work.

[Sigh]

Originally Posted by Sarcor

I know some1 older than you who also writes Gunz Fiction.... Hes one of the best too. Here. But i won't disclose his name.

Originally Posted by Sarcor

Ignore the overwhelming feeling of the walls of text and read The Fiery Lotus it pwnz.




/Praises Senvae

lawl am i kool nao?