Guild Master!!!

Prologue: The Heart is Fickle, the Mind is Brittle

A figure walked the vast plains stained with blood and gore. It walked with determination and with an unyielding aura. Its eyes of violet with a gleaming flash cunningness and intelligence. It’s blue hair waving with the winds vibrant and silky. A face of peerless beauty, with no spot unperfected. She walked and walked, till she arrived at the centre of the massacre. There, a lone hooded figure stood motionless as it gazed from afar.

Her perfect face frowned at it. Anger then followed, and she hid it good. But even in such hatred, she could feel helplessness before it.

“What are you?” she asked.

The lone figure calmly glanced at her for a moment, but his face was concealed by the hood’s shadow. It gazed back to the vast lands, “What am I?”

She shivered. She can’t just help it, she’s powerless against it. A mere phrase shook her, what more if a sentence? What more if actions? She held her breath as she stood her ground.

The lone figure chuckled a bit at her, it can still see her even if its back is facing her, “Funny, I happen to have the same question.”

She can’t help but tremble as she mustered all her strength, “W-What…”

The figure glanced at her making her stop, “Whatever is worth the time.”

“Then…” she gulped.

“Yes.” the figure cut her.
She gazed at it with fear now. The more she’ll spend her time with it the more she feels she’s weak.

“The heart is fickle…” It calmly said

“T-The mind is brittle…” She cut.
The figure smiled at her answer,

“That’s my line” it then chuckled,
“You’re still eons long and light-years away from where I stand.”

At this moment she’s already kneeling, she can’t help but do so. She knew that what’s making her feeling weak is its presence alone. She mustered her strength as she trembled to stand, bit by bit.

“I seek thrills yet also seek despair. I seek destruction yet also seek equilibrium. I seek many things… but what I want to see with these very eyes…” The figure took off its hood and a youth’s face was shown, “…is what I truly am.”

“You’re welcome, girl.” He said as his aura of might dispersed.

She suddenly felt light. She felt shocked at this sudden change. She raised her head but he’s already gone. There she stood alone, in the middle of a massacre, a massacre, which painted vast fields red.

Her beautiful violet eyes went misty and her hair sang with the winds of melancholy. Then, she froze at a standstill as the time around her stopped. There at the centre of the bloody massacre; her hair of blue, her eyes of violet, and her figure with no spot unperfected. A peerless beauty stood unmoving like a statue, trapped within the grasps of time.