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Arafunn flew across the skies, sighing. The old elf, despite being over eight hundred years old, resembled a young man at his early twenties, with long blonde hair and sharp green eyes. He flew more and more, until he finally stopped flying, stopping right over a fluffy white cloud, and pretending to rest over there by floating with his wind.
He often did this many times when he wanted to escape from the world and the people on it. He was never good at dealing with people, he was raised filled with many things that others lacked, but his parents, being very old elves, never gave him any attention, and were often devoid of emotions.
The only love he remembers to have experienced in his childhood were the servants he had, which took good care of him, but they were never near as much of a figure to be considered his parents, and never really helped him to improve his many personal problems.
When he was given the title of a Hero, he didn't really knew how to react. The Gods choose him for some strange and bizarre reason, when the only thing he liked to do was making songs and flying with his wind magic, without a care about anything else, or anybody else.
He worked hard and did many things that he never thought he would do. He stood at the side of heroes of different backgrounds, each one more different than the other. He always thought they were brilliant people with valiant hearts. Compared to them, he felt like the joke of the group, a singer that somehow made them stronger with his songs… it was straight out of a childish fairy tale.
Yet… they always appreciated him and his help, and never really thought of him as someone useless. Despite always finding within himself so many flaws, so many things he lacked…
"If it wasn't because I am a useless piece of shit, you guys wouldn't had died…"
Arafunn sighed, sitting while crossing his legs in the middle of the sky.
Then, he covered his face and started crying out of the blue.
"What the hell am I doing? Where should I go now? What… what do I even do?"
Even as he had been wandering the world at his own pace, making songs, and experiencing life, since that day when everything ended, that he didn't knew what to do.
He had no longer a path he wanted to take, and wherever he went to, he was always reminded of them, these people he only meet for just a few years, so little years compared to his long life, yet that made such a big difference to his life…
And the ones he lost along the way, which hurt the most when he remembered their smiles, their laughter, and their voices.
"Julian… What would you say to me in this situation?" He sighed. "What should… I do? I've fucked up everything again… I don't even know what to do without you at my side…"
"You miss him right?"
"Ah?"
Arafunn quickly turned behind him, finding Faylen at his side.
"Hey…"
"Faylen? Why are you here? I told you I wouldn't bother you anymore…"
"No… I… Okay, I'm sorry."
"Y-You're sorry?"
"Yeah, I was being stupid… I… It's hard to be a mother and all, I always have so many worries inside of my head, and my reckless little girl doesn't help at that. I ended kind of… venting all into you. I'm sorry."
Arafunn quickly cleansed his tears as he waved his head.
"It's fine… It doesn't really matter… At the end of the day, what does even matter anymore?"
"Arafunn…"
Faylen looked at Arafunn seeing the horizon with melancholic eyes.
"You were talking alone again?" She asked.
"…It is what a singer always does. How do you think I make my songs?" Sighed Arafunn.
"But I heard you said his name, Julian." Said Faylen.
"Yeah, so what? What about it? I miss him, yeah. Okay, so what?" Asked Arafunn.
"N-Nothing… There's nothing wrong with that." Faylen sighed. "I also miss, we miss him… everyone miss him."
"Every time I remember his face… Every time I remember his eyes, his smile, his laughter… I…" Arafunn began to cry. "Every time I see the stars every night, I remember his eyes… those bright eyes…"
"He wasn't the Hero of Stars for nothing, he indeed had… dazzling eyes." Said Faylen with a smile.
"What would he say now? I bet he… would be reprimanding me for being an idiot." Sighed Arafunn.
"Maybe…" Faylen sighed. "But I bet he would also be saying that… you shouldn't sweat it."
"That's… was always his favorite saying.." Sighed Arafunn.
"Y'know… You're not the only one that went through this, Arafunn. We all have the same feelings you do… regarding everything." Sighed Faylen. "We understand your pain, okay? You don't have to cage your own feelings."
"And what? Do you want me to cry a river every day?" Asked Arafunn.
"You really miss him don't you? It has been… so many years now…" Faylen said.
"Of course I miss him! He was…" Arafunn sighed. "He was my everything…"
Arafunn still remembered Julian, the Hero of Stars. A young brown-haired man with a bright yellow eyes, given the power of Stars themselves. While Allan seems to have been the leader of their group, Julian was in fact their leader, the hero that always led them. While some seemed always gloomy, the young Julian, raised in the countryside as the son of farmers, always smiled.
His eyes were always shining brightly, almost dazzling. And he always lifted the spirits of everyone with his simple yet charming words. He was also the most reckless, perhaps more than Allan himself. He was very important to all of his group, and for Arafunn, even more.
Hero Julian was the one that ended giving up his life to defeat the Demon King in their last battle, and was one of their best friends, who sacrificed his life for a "better future" despite this future not even being what his young and brave heart envisioned to ever be.
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