§ Faked Origins Of Hero §

'.... step, step, step, step, step.....'

Velora sat by the throne in Asterisk hugging her feet closely. The mood is sullen, with deafening silence. A white blanket with a pillow and a lunchbox by her side. Her head burried in between her arms and knees.

She heard the sound of footsteps approaching the throne room and slowly raised her head. The large wooden doors of the throne cracked loudly as they opened.

What came into Velora's sights was the only hero she admired, Ryuga. His movement was alluring as usual. His jacket swaying behind him, showcasing his overwhelming demeanor. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked in. Velora looked at Ryuga as if recording every single detail about him.

But... his clothes were tattered and torn. Did he perhaps get into a fight? Was he hurt?

Worried, she got up and ran to him, hugging him tightly in her arms.