Battle of the immortals

CHAPTER 2 The Beginning of an Adventure: Destiny Unveiled.

Royce approached Mr. Brent's door gently, gently tapping on it in an attempt to address the words on the letter. But, before Royce could utter a word, Mr. Brent's reaction caught him off guard. Without hesitation, Mr. Brent threw a book at the door from inside with force, his voice raised in anger as he shouted at Royce."I don't want to see you again! You fool!”.

Royce slammed the door in anger with his foot, the loud thud echoing through the coffee shop as he stormed away. Whispering furious curses to himself, he passed every staff member he encountered on the road, his words dripping with venom. "Unbelievable! Can't believe this nonsense! Treated like trash!" His voice grew louder with each step, his anger escalating.

The guy at the counter, noticing Royce's wrinkled face and red eyes, attempted to ask what was wrong. But before he could finish his sentence, Royce erupted. With a swift motion, he delivered a hard slap to the guy's face, sending him sprawling onto a nearby table. Coffee splattered everywhere as the table tipped, staining the floor with dark puddles.

All eyes in the coffee shop were on Royce as he continued to mutter angrily to himself. "No respect... I've had enough of this!" His words were a torrent of frustration and resentment, spoken to no one in particular but heard by all.

With a final glance back at the chaos he had caused, Royce bashed through the door and disappeared into the bustling street outside, his anger still smoldering as he vanished from sight.

Royce wandered far from the coffee shop, his stomach growling with hunger and his pockets empty. He spotted a towering tree, known as the Golden Haven, in front of a small cottage on a deserted street. Despite the loneliness, the tree was lush with fruit.

He plucked a fruit with a stick, but as he did, an insect fell into his eye, causing him intense pain. He screamed, struggling for what felt like an eternity until his vision blurred, making it hard to see. Frustrated and in agony, he sat on the ground, and ate the fruit he plucked, his hand trembling as he tried to scratch his eye.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him, dressed in shimmering gold robes. Despite his blurred vision, Royce could see the figure gesturing for him to come closer.

Royce felt like he was in a dream, unable to believe the scene unfolding before him. The figure in the shimmering gold robe seemed utterly strange, like something out of a fantasy tale. Yet, he couldn't shake the idea that it was all just his imagination running wild.

Still writhing from the pain of the insect in his eye, Royce stood up and moved to the other side of the tree. With one hand shielding his injured eye, he reached out to pluck another fruit, hoping to distract himself from the throbbing ache.

But as he reached for the fruit, another insect plummeted from the branches, landing directly in his other eye. Royce let out a sharp scream of pain, his body jerking as he collapsed to the ground. Writhing in agony, he cried out, his hands clamped tightly over both eyes, overpowered by the pain.

"Help me! Anybody there? Please, help me! My eyes!" Royce's cries echoed into the empty street, but no one answered his cries.

Struggling against the writhing pain and overwhelming agony, he attempted to stand, his body weakened by the torment. With his vision still blurred, Royce staggered forward, desperate to escape the nightmare gripping him.

As he stumbled away from the tree, his steps faltered, and he collided with its trunk, the impact jarring his already throbbing head. He crumpled to the ground, defeated and exhausted, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed quietly, his hands pressed tightly against his injured eyes. Lost and alone, Royce lay there, surrounded in darkness.

After ten minutes of pain and rolling in the sand, Royce was covered in dirt. Suddenly, the figure in the gold robe appeared again and tapped his shoulder, saying gently, "Royce, get up."

Bewildered and still in pain, Royce asked, "Who are you, and how do you know my name?"

The figure wearing the gold robe looked different from any other person. It glowed softly, making it hard to see its face. Its robe sparkled like it was made of real gold, moving smoothly as if it was floating. Even though it was hard to see its features, its eyes shone with a bright, kind light.

The figure, standing in the shimmering gold robe, remained calm as Royce's frustration boiled over. "Rise," it simply repeated.

Royce struggled to a sitting position, his temper flaring. "What's wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?" he shot back, lying again on the ground, overwhelmed by pain and anger.

"Be careful with your words," the figure replied with unwavering calmness. "You don't know who you're speaking to."

Royce's frustration erupted. "To hell with who you are! You've been standing there, watching me suffer, and all you can say is 'get up'? That's ridiculous!" His voice was thick with anger and disbelief, echoing his disappointment in the figure's lack of assistance.

Mysteriously, the figure produced a golden cup from within its robe, filled with water so clear and pure it seemed to glow. "Take this cup and wipe your face with this water," it instructed gently, guiding Royce's hand to receive the cup.

Without hesitation, Royce followed the instruction, splashing the water over his face. Instantly, his eyes flew open, the pain and haze that had clouded his vision vanishing as if by magic.

"Wooww...." Royce exclaimed in amazement, his voice filled with wonder as he beheld the figure before him.

"You are so beautiful, never seen such beauty in my life before," Royce said, his wide grin reflecting his sincere admiration for the being's radiant presence.

"For five hundred years, the power of the seer has remained locked away, feared even by the gods themselves. Yet, you consumed its fruit without delay," the figure declared solemnly, its voice carrying the weight of centuries.

"You are the chosen one, Royce," it continued, its grip firm yet gentle as it clasped Royce's hand in its own.

"I must take you somewhere safe. They will come after you," the figure explained urgently, its tone conveying a sense of urgency and determination.

"There is much I need to show you," it added, its grip tightening slightly on Royce's hand.