THE SIN OF RAGE

Chapter 11

-camelot-

A few days after waking up y/n was in his quarters packing his bags preparing himself for a journey that may take around a week to complete,

As he was finishing packing up his bags, lyria walked in to his room with a curious look on her face,

Lyria: why?

Y/n: why what?

Lyria: I was watching you these past 3000 years, you seemed happy with your friends, so why did you turn off  your emotions and abandon them?

Y/n: I didn't...

He looks up to lyria with a sorrowful smile

Y/n: I didn't shut off my emotions, I pretended like I had, meliodas may want to end his and Elizabeth's curse, but thats not my goal, my goal is only attainable if I sacrifice all of my bonds and focus solely on my objective, even if they hate me forever, this is something I have to do,

His sorrowful look turns into a desperate one

Y/n: make sure merlin doesn't die while I'm gone, I know the demons don't like her, but she means the world to me, I couldn't live with myself if she were to come to harm,

Lyria: you have my word, oh and y/n....

He looks back at her from the doorway

Y/n: yeah?

Lyria: good luck on your journey, I'll let zeldris know your going on a personal mission for a few days,

Y/n: thanks.... mum

Lyria has tears in her eyes as she watches him leave the room

Lyria: *thoughts* t-thats the first time h-hes ever called me mum,

She can't hold it anymore as the waterworks flow and she breaks down into tears

Y/n takes a last glance at camelot as he walks through the gate, he'll return in a few days, hopefully a step further in advancing his own plans,

-Timeskip a few hours-

Y/n is currently trekking through a small town the townsfolk look at the outsider with weary glances, some whisper and point while others close their curtains as he walks past,

A few men wielding batons, pitchforks and some swords step out in front of him with sneers,

A man who was clearly the leader steps forward, he had an eyepatch and a red bandana wrapped around his head,

He snickered at y/n before spitting on the ground in front of the h/c haired male,

Y/n: *mutters* disgusting...

Leader: you there, boy! Ya see we don't take too kindly to strangers trapsing through these parts,

Y/n cautiously puts his hand on the hilt of his sword ready to fight if need be

(ill let you guys vote on what to call the sword, remember it can shift between a sword and a bow, and is extremely toxic/poisonous for both goddesses and demons, so keep that in mind while thinking of the name)

Leader: there's no need for that we just need you to come with us to have a chat with the boss and talk about the price for trespassing through our turf, that sound cool to you?

Y/n doesn't trust the leader but removes his hand from the hilt and follows them to their "boss"

As they reach a small clearing in the center of town y/n gets his legs kicked out from under him, he grunts as he hits the floor,