Chapter 139: Synoni's Executioner

Throughout Synoni, according to the story, there lies a school. A School that tends to all children, whether they are merely a few years to those near adulthood. A school that provides education dependent on that grade. A School that, despite it being busy for housing such a range, makes up for it in its size and staff, being the highest of the high. Despite this, a School is still a School. A child is still a child, And such children would tend to go overboard.

KER-BAM! KA-POW!! THWACK!!

A Child was being mistreated, slammed into a wall and punched into the stomach by someone older than them. A child with a chiseled tooth, picking up the weak-willed junior by their collar. "Well? Aren't you gonna say sorry, Pal? You didn't pay up when you crossed us, So this is justified! You COULD'VE borrowed yah mommy and daddy's bills, but you instead come empty handed. You gonna say sorry? HUH??" The Bully raised his fist to threatened the victim, watching the junior flinch as others watched in fear. His friends would give a sneer as he'd try to goad the victim, yet one voice rose up.

"HEY! MEATHEADS! QUIT IT!!" A Stern voice, one no less than around 11. A young girl that would stand up for the victim, the Bullies watching her in disgust.

"The heck do you want, Pria?" The boy raised an eyebrow as he let the child go, though holding him down with his foot to prevent him from escaping.

"Simple, Luffa, I want you to stop picking on him." Such an answer made would cause him to laugh loudly, nudging to his friends so they laugh along with, and then had everyone else follow suit, an uproar of noise that Pria would be hearing through everyone else. 

"OH! OH! That's a good one! That's a really-"

THWACK!!

His speech was cut as Pria threw an immediate left straight, striking right at his mouth and nose, twisting her punch so that the damaged was intensified, with blood spilling out from his wounded face, dribbling all over the tender grass. The bully would realize such wounds were made, panicking, before quickly retreating. His friends quickly followed to check on him, yet all the other children knew exactly what type of person she was like. She would heal the victim with her magic, and after a few hours, she would be caught, called to the office, and offered a suspension for assault. In her humble home, she would be resting with her dad, watching the fireplace be lit and bathing in its warmth. Her father would sigh a bit as he pets her daughter's head. "You really gotta stop trying to attack every bully you see." He would state

"But Dad, you said if ever anyone is in danger.." She would reply, yet her Father would be quick to finish her sentence.

"...Then you make sure they don't get hurt, I know, I know. Don't worry, my little fighter, you're not at fault here. If anything, I'm actually proud you stuck up for them. Though what I'm getting at is that you still need to have some emotion every now and then to know how they feel. We wouldn't want you like a robot, now would we?"

Pria couldn't help but laugh at such words. "But emotions are silly though! I mean, I still have emotions, right?" Such words would end up making her father laugh as well, as he pets her head again. He'd take a nearby book filled with pictures, looking through each one, seeing her interactions. All of them, no matter the setting, no matter the people, no matter the situation, is always the same: the Little girl meeting up with someone and wanting to help them. A Duck with something stuck around its neck? A Photo is seen trying to take it out carefully while healing its wounds. A child who's crying about a spilt ice cream? A Photo is seen with her buying a new ice cream for that child, with the latter smiling at the end. An Old man who's unable to walk properly? a Photo is seen of her and her father helping the old man traverse the city. Such emotions were clear, yet it was only two of them.

Empathy and Sympathy.

Her father simply sighed as he looked at her child, smiling to her. "Yes. Yes you do." Such words would result in a hug by Pria before she would ask him something.

"By the way, are we gonna train again?" The Father simply gave her a simple nod as she would dress herself. Every day and night, right after school, Pria and her Father would train each other, mastering the art of simple boxing and Muay Thai, allowing her to maneuver her body whenever she could and fight back with such stances. Her strikes were quick, even at an early age, meaning such training was mainly to provide focus in a fight. A fight which fits her ideals perfectly: To save another's life, with no exceptions. One day, however, something would happen. Something would cause the Town of Synoni to turn. Pria could hear a vocal audience from outside, one out of malice and frustration, one of anger and frustration. As she would try to look outside, she would see her father, being outside of the kingdom. She could see such people around her yelling vitriol and throwing rocks, attempting to stone the man. As she tried to reach out, a Villager would keep her away, unable to be seen by her father, watching him be forced to leave such a city, unable to be found again. Such a memory impacted her, even when growing up. She could feel herself being distant with her emotions, a sharp pain which grew in later years that started to make her docile, to make her fragile. She grew resentment from such emotions, thinking such emotions are birthed to keep her like everyone else.

Such frustration, such build-up, such animosity, quickly grew to a breaking point. She bore with these emotions for the remaining years she had, bottled within her more timid self, until a day came where a monster stepped foot: A Nuckelavee. A Beast that invaded Synoni and tried to kill the locals.

Her way of relief.

She undressed herself to be a standard fit for a fighter: Self-Made Bandages to cover her chest, and makeshift pants to allow free movement across her legs. More bandages were used to coat around her knuckles, her magic resonating proudly, before approaching the beast. The Nuckelavee would be ravaging on the locals, yet such locals argued about one another, fighting for keeping the beast or for getting rid of it. Pria would see such locals have their red eyes again. The eyes that prevented her from seeing her father. The woman can see the beast being shackled, trying to remove itself from the chains by absorbing them and slipping by, yet the citizens fight back by using electricity to shock the beast through the steel should it think about it. The Mage merely walked up to the Nuckelavee and stared down at the beast, watching it roar in pride at the woman. "Good...You're ready.....I like you.."

BAM!!

Silence was left in the air as the woman did a swift hook to the horse's jaw, breaking it, before delivering another punch and have it land straight down into the ground, cratering the area. She'd then grab the humanoid by the neck and ripped it clean out from the horse, letting it regain its legs and mass to make up the length, watching it try to take a swing at Pria. What followed was nothing but a slaughter. A collective beating the Mage left as she went hit after hit, punch after punch, blood splattering all over the floors. The moment anyone dared to speak up, the woman merely landed a punch in a vital area where the Nuckelavee was forced to squeal in pain, crying out in its demented voice for mercy, trying to escape. The woman kept beating and beating such a beast, even being coated in its viscera, watching it become a half-made mess. The part that made the crowd feel horror was when the woman grabbed it by its neck and used her magic, healing the beast in full, before delivering another savage beatdown.

She repeated this process as many times as she could, with the sounds of pain ingrained within the city, some even snapping out from their anger and watch in horror. Some grasped at their own necks, having trouble breathing, somehow feeling regret for the beast despite it being a monster. Some even averted their eyes away from the savagery, trying to dull away the sound of the monster's pleas as Pria kept going, beating it within an inch of its life through punches, kicks, knees, and chops, before healing it right back up and slamming it down again. Such a process lasted around a few hours, before she tossed the monster back to the horse, letting them merge and escape into the forests, learning its lesson.

Despite such a brutal performance, the folks had no other response than respect, not wanting to raise their voice or demean her. Despite being given such a timid shell by such unknown means, she was deemed worthy as a warrior. Every townsfolk even commemorated a day to try and find her father, thinking they would be blessed by God himself if she reunited. There was only one name given to such a side Pria gave. A Side that held such resentment, coupled with her true emotions in willing to protect those, even by her own bloody hands.

Such a name was known as The Judge and Jury of the Kingdom: Synoni's Personal Executioner.

Even if its to the people she despise, she is willing to protect them.

Even at the cost of her own life.