Chapter 22: The birth of The hero and The demon king
"It ranges down to many many centuries ago. Then, rune magic was really popular throughout the world and rune masters were deeply respected as well. Whether it is to strength a weapon or constructing an unbreakable fortress, rune masters were called upon.
"But all of that suddenly changed. Runes were good but it didn't have any progress like that with magic. Once a rune has been established, it stays there forever, so there came a time when runes became almost useless and slowly the number of rune masters began to fall down.
"Our ancestors were also inflicted with this problem as they were all rune masters but they couldn't do anything against it. They were forbidden to tell to the world that they were the original creators of the rune masters and runes have no limit to what they can do.
"It was because of the oath that our ancestors made, only our family shall know this truth and runes shall forever be passed down to our later generations and shall never be extinct. And we are the last of our family, so its our duty to protect the runes because these are not just any simple letters for enchanting...
Runes are the language of Gods. And if someone believes that the language of Gods cannot make progress, then i do not what to call them beside 'foolish'."
Hmm... so there was such a thing. So this was the reason, she was so monstrously strong.
But she didn't stop there and continued tinued but her tone changed now, her eyes dulled a little and she seemed sad.
"And it was because of this that I lost my family. Few people began to have suspicion that our family was hiding something and it must be related with the runes because the way our family used to use runes was different and much efficient and to find that truth, they killed all of my family but none of my family members opened their mouth. They were tortured..."
Her voice trembled, there was a brazen rage in her eyes but gritting her teeth, she still continued.
"They raped all of the woman in my family, my sisters, aunts and even my mother. They severed the heads of all of my family in front of me. Our home that used to be filled with laughter and happiness was now filled with agonising screams of my family and the floor where I used to run and play was filled with my family's severed organs and their blood."