DUNGEON DIVE: Aim for the Deepest Level Volume 6 [Parts 1 to 4] by Tarisa Warinai

Author:Tarisa Warinai
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 2: Beginnings of a Dream

My oldest memory? That pointlessly huge, desolate old mansion. The residence was pitch-black and dust was everywhere. The ceiling invariably played host to numerous cobwebs, and walking the corridors was accompanied by the kind of creaking where you couldn’t be sure the floor wouldn’t give out under you. And the smell...oh, the smell. It reeked of wildlife, bad enough to make the nose curl. The mansion’s walls had crumbled in places, and peering into the darkness revealed an abundance of moss. The estate unfit for human habitation.

That was where I traced the origins of my story. For some reason, I’d been gripping a straight sword about as long as I was tall, dragging it around with me as I paced around the building day after day. Why was I pacing like that? I couldn’t remember. Nor did I know what series of events had led me there. It was all such a distant memory. There was very little I could recall, but even so, I could be sure of one thing: the mansion was my home. I was Lorwen Arrace, and I had a sword in my hands in the House of Arrace.

Using that sword, I trained every single day, because I’d heard that anyone born to the noble House of Arrace always learned the blade. Who was it who told me that again? I got the feeling it was my mother.

Believing in that family tradition, I swung my sword over and over again, day after day, from the time I was a mere, not-so-able-bodied kid. I would swing it from morning until late into the night, never resting. In the pouring rain, I swung it. As the winds did rage, I swung it. Under the scorching sun, I swung it. In the freezing cold, I swung it. On days I suffered from a fever or fits of the shivers, I swung it. Always alone, always swinging.

The blade was my everything. I’d known that if I descended the mountain, there were kids my age to be with. I’d known that mansions far more handsome than this dilapidated hovel were there too. And I’d known, even at my very young age, that those were all Arrace Clan estates. I’d also known that I wasn’t allowed to show myself to the kids playing there.

I’m pretty sure I faithfully followed that Arrace Clan directive. I never uttered a peep in protest as I aimed my efforts at becoming what the clan dearly desired: the strongest swordfighter. And that was because I believed that if I could just climb the ranks as a swordsman and obtain glory and prestige, they’d have to acknowledge my worth. I’d been convinced that I could stroll right into the splendid-looking mansion at the base of the mountain as a noble myself and be with the kids who seemed to be having so much fun playing together.

And that was how the story of Lorwen Arrace began.

I wonder if that run-down mansion’s still around.

A thousand years had passed.

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