As far as Noel could remember, he had always been alone. The orphanage, while a place of shelter, was never a place of warmth— not for him, at least.
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The other children avoided him, like he was carrying some invisible storm cloud that might drench them in gloom if they came too close.
The caretakers tried their best, speaking to him gently every day, but their words seemed to bounce off the thick, quiet barrier he’d built around himself. They smiled at him with that particular mix of pity and patience reserved for problems they couldn’t solve.
Loneliness wasn’t something Noel chose; it was simply his state of being, like breathing or blinking. At first, he hated it. He envied the other children with their easy laughter and noisy friendships. But over time, he began to see his solitude differently. Isolation wasn’t an empty room; it was a canvas, waiting for him to paint something worthwhile.
Still, even profound realizations didn’t protect him from the occasional sting of being an outcast. That day in the yard, when Noel stepped in to help a smaller boy being bullied, he didn’t do it for attention or glory. He did it because it felt like the right thing to do. Unfortunately, righteousness didn’t count for much when you were on the ground, eating dirt, and surrounded by jeering laughter.
The bullies left him with a bruised face and a heavier heart. "What can a gloomy, useless loner like you do?" their words had cut deeper than their fists.
But later that night, as he lay staring at the cracked ceiling, those words began to shift in his mind. What could he do? If life insisted on leaving him to fend for himself, then perhaps he should become someone worth depending on.
Noel decided he would grow— not to impress anyone or to silence the laughter of others, but to carve something meaningful out of the silence that had always surrounded him. Solitude, he realized, wasn’t just a shadow to bear; it was a space to grow, like a tree flourishing in a quiet forest.
The next morning, his training began. He woke before the others, slipping out into the yard to run laps. His first attempt was less "heroic discipline" and more "wheezy mess." After just two circuits, he collapsed against the fence, gasping. "So this is how I die," he thought, half-joking and entirely out of breath.
In the evenings, he practiced push-ups in the dim basement, cursing gravity under his breath. He sparred with his shadow on the wall, which had the decency not to hit back. And in between, he read— anything he could get his hands on. Old books on martial arts, the wisdom of long-dead philosophers, even a dog-eared manual on posture that promised to make him "confident in three easy steps."
Through all this, Noel learned something about solitude. It wasn’t just the absence of people; it was an open field where a person could build something from nothing. It was a space that asked difficult questions: Could he stand tall without a hand to hold? Could he find meaning in silence? Could he laugh, even if no one else was around to hear?
The answers came slowly, shaped by every push-up and every scraped knee. Solitude, he realized, was both the challenge and the reward. It demanded resilience but offered clarity in return. It was like the quiet after a storm— not empty, but full of possibility.
His progress was uneven and full of small, funny moments that only he was there to witness. Like the time he tried to do a fancy kick he’d seen in a book and ended up flat on his back, staring at the rafters. "Good effort, Noel," he thought wryly, brushing off the dust. "Next time, try aiming for up."
Years passed, and the boy who once felt like a shadow himself grew stronger. His body hardened from training, and his mind sharpened from endless reflection. He carried himself differently now, his posture straighter, his steps more purposeful. He didn’t seek attention, but he noticed how the other children sometimes glanced his way with something close to curiosity— or maybe respect.
Still, Noel remained grounded. Strength, he learned, wasn’t about proving others wrong; it was about being able to stand firm when no one else was there. Solitude wasn’t a void; it was the foundation beneath his feet.
When Noel turned sixteen, the orphanage declared him a proper adult, though he felt anything but. Still, the weight of solitude had taught him one thing: a bird doesn’t wait to feel ready before it takes to the skies. With no destination in mind, he packed what little he had and left the orphanage behind, setting off into a world that stretched vast and uncertain before him.
It didn’t take long for Noel to realize that solitude was oddly suited to the road. Alone, there were no arguments over which path to take, no compromises over when to stop or where to eat. He walked at his own pace, sang terribly without fear of judgment, and shared his meals with the occasional curious squirrel. "See, solitude?" he mused to the empty trail one day. "You’re not so bad when it’s just us and the trees."
But even the most dedicated loner finds their path crossing with others. Noel met them one by one— outcasts like himself, each carrying their own scars and stories. There was Mara, a sharp-tongued mercenary with a laugh that could shatter walls, and Calen, a healer with a quiet sadness in his eyes that Noel recognized all too well. And then there was Rin, a thief who swore she didn’t need anyone but somehow never left their side. Together, they formed a band of misfits who, against all odds, fit together.
"A journey is like a river," Noel once told them as they sat around a campfire. "You think you’re moving forward, but really, the river’s carrying you. The people you meet along the way? They’re the ripples that make the ride interesting." Rin threw a twig at him for being "too deep," but the smile on her face betrayed her affection.
For years, they wandered, chasing quests that paid just enough to keep them fed and dreams that always seemed just out of reach. They laughed, fought, and grew together, becoming the family Noel had never known he needed.
But life, as Noel had learned, was not one for guarantees. On his twenty-second birthday, they stopped in a small village— a peaceful place that seemed untouched by the world’s cruelties. That peace was shattered by nightfall.
The monsters came without warning— two towering creatures of pinkish-blue flame that moved like living nightmares. They burned through the village with a terrible flame that burned anything it touched. Noel and his companions fought with everything they had, but their strength was not enough.
By dawn, the village was ash, and Noel stood among the ruins, the bodies of his friends lying still in the soot. For a moment, he thought the weight of his grief might crush him. But then, from the wreckage, he heard faint cries. Two young girls who looked around fifteen, the only survivors, clung to each other amidst the rubble. Noel knelt before them, his heart breaking anew.
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"Sometimes the journey takes more than it gives, but as long as there’s someone to carry forward, the path goes on." he learned through tears that he never could shed as he helped the weeping girls into his arms. "
In the ruins of that village, Noel met an assassin— he was cold and efficient, but curious about the monsters that had caused such devastation. The assassin’s organization sought answers, and Noel, burdened with grief and a need to keep the girls safe, joined them.
The organization was connected to the church of night, and he became one of the few blessed of goddess Umbra. The ability that he received was to create a domain out of shadows. But he never could control it properly.
Years passed, and the sisters, Asha and Isadora, grew under his care. Asha, the older of the two, was a curious and fearless soul who often got into trouble, while Isadora, more reserved, trained diligently as an assassin. Tragedy struck again when Asha, experimenting with a volatile substance in the organization’s lab, lost her life in an accident.
Noel’s grief resurfaced, but this time he had someone who shared it. Isadora, now a young woman, stood by him, and together they shared the pain. Their bond deepened over time, developed by shared loss and a mutual respect that had grown unnoticed.
By the time Noel was twenty-five, he realized something that startled him: Isadora was no longer the little girl he had once protected. She had become his equal, his partner, and— though he hesitated to admit it— even his reason to keep going. When he finally proposed, it was without fanfare, just a simple moment shared under the stars.
"Marriage," he said with a lopsided smile, "is just another journey. And I think I’m done walking this road alone."
Isadora laughed, punching his arm lightly before saying yes.
His life was not one without challenges, one he had always emerged victorious from. But he felt all his strength fade as he saw his dear wife, Isadora Rivet, driving a sword through his gut.
He remembered the day when he was tasked to monitor her since he was the closest, he had said that he would have anyway and also mentioned about his inability to protect his sister, and this was a debt he could never repay in full.
He had proposed her out of pure love...
but why was she killing him? A single thought passed his mind as he saw Isadora in tears and a blade passing through his gut.
There were other people in the room, but he could not see them. His attention was solely focused on the only person left in the world that he truly cared for.
He tried to open his mouth, but he could not speak a word, I am sorry Isadora He thought to himself, I am sorry for not rescuing your sister even after knowing she was a lab rat. I knew all along, it was you and your sister who were the monsters right? I always wanted to kill whomever it was that killed my friends, but it was you— I could never kill you... only... love.
His weak lips revealed a smile that took up all the energy he had left.
Haa what a fool I am. He thought, Even as you dig my grave, I worry about your fingers getting hurt.
The moments of him with Isadora slowly played in his mind like a life recap as he took his last breath. A fleeting end for a loner who always sought family, but always ended up in solitude. Now he died by the hands of someone who shared his solitude— someone who was lonely just like him.
Goodbye... Isadora!