WAR LORD'S UNRIVALED GODDESS

Reminiscing About The Past

It had been thirteen years since his birthday, yet he had no collection of his first five years, or rather he had no intention to reminisce about that certain moment of his life.

The only memory he kept in heart was that of a pair callous yet fair hands that stretched towards him, a smile full of affection and concern.

It was during that cold freezing winter that he had met his foster mother Kate Muss. She was such a gentle character that made him feel warmth, perhaps her lovely phoenix eyes was one of the reasons why she carried such a warmth with her.

Nevertheless, she had a particularly cheerful character, a charisma that caught one's heart at the instant. She was able to melt the ice and resentment that he had carried in his heart.

The resentment that was born through the seed of disappointment about life and questions that not once had he gotten an answer, upon pondering and harming himself.

He only wanted to know why his biological family would abandon him to meet pain and meet his dermis.

Had it not been for a kind lady from the convent picking his frail baby self in the dump, he would most probably had been death, his body torn and eaten by the wild rats, or maybe crushed by the heavy dumps.

Nonetheless, he had survived an almost tragic death, yet landed in an orphanage were no one wanted him because of his hideous birthmark, covering almost an entirety of his face. So often he was bullied, cursed and insulted by the other orphans, even the director and other sister from the convent had given up in him, leaving him to be bullied and denied of affection.

Was he that unlikable?

Even the sister who had picked him up soon flied overseas, leaving him behind to die, not even caring she had once saved him. There were times he had even hoped that he wasn't saved at all. Perhaps it would have been good if he died, ending all his sufferings and miserable life.

But he was still alive and no amount of thought and wishes could change his already miserable life. He lived to have no name but 'Mark', which was obviously a reminder of the big scar on his face that he couldn't neglect.

He had never known the significance of that name, at least not until he heard the other orphans talking behind about.

"What's so good about her, just because sister Mandy brought him up, he thinks he can act smug."

"Yeah, he's such an ugly swan, sister Mandy couldn't possibly like him, she probably felt that he was pitiful. After all, sister Mandy is so kind and softhearted."

"Yeah, I bet sister Mandy can't stand the sight of him, if not, why would she name him Mark."

"Yeah, you're actually right, I never looked into it, but Mark is indeed a reminder of scar and mark on his face."

"See, I knew sister Mandy couldn't like such an ugly swan."

One after the other, they cursed him and only then did he finally realize that in the eyes of everyone, even the sister Mandy that saved his life, he was nothing more but a dirty mark.

Sister Mandy was well liked by everyone, even her status was not to be looked down on, so of course she was loved by everyone one and he wasn't an exception, since he was saved by her.

However,

It had never crossed his mind that he was a stain in her life. Maybe when he was picked up, she merely treated the scar on his face as dirt or something that could be treated. His pair of beautiful eyes had probably deceived her.

Yes, his pair of eyes.

Everyone always told him that he had a pair of lovely eyes. A pair of eyes that could take everyone's attention away from his hideous birthmark.

Indeed, he was nothing but a stain, so when sister Mandy abandoned him, he had already prepared himself, yet he was still hurt.

After being tortured in the orphan for God knows how long, he escaped after injuring and older boy who had hurt him. Afraid that he would be punished like always, he ran away. The weather was chilling, almost freezing his blood. But he had no choice, even if he decided to return to the orphanage, the most probably won't be a place for him. The boy he had injured was highly favored, injuring him was a great offense.

Having no choice, he squatted under tree, hugging his body for some warmth as snow kept landing on his frail body.

It was that moment, when he was at his wits end that Kate Muss appeared and brought warmth with her. From the moment she draped her fur blouse on him and wrapped her scarf around his, she binded his fate to hers. She gave him a name and said.

"Do you know why I named you Lucien?"

He shook his head in disapproval, but she chuckled with amusement and replied.

"Because Lucien means light and for me, you are my light. You're the light that will illuminate everyone's life. So we could say you're a sort of luck."

He was hesitant to believe her words, but later on he was convinced by her after settling and leaving with her for years.

However.

After her death, he realized that he was doomed to be a stain on one's life, not only did his foster mother's husband abandon her because of him, but she died and now...now he couldn't even take care of the only kin she had left behind.

What type of light was he?

There was no warmth in his life and he froze everyone's life, giving them no light but darkness.

He couldn't protect his sister, so there was certainly not going to be any warmth for him. The him that was a stain was bound to die as stain.

Tears rolled down Lucien's eyes, but before it could drop, a pair of warm hands wiped them. His heart stiffened at the soft touch on his face and the smell of milk that permeated his nose.

Slowly opening his eyes, they met the gaze of a pair of bright Phoenix gaze staring at him affectionately. Realizing that the pair of hands just now was that of Catherine, the little sister he had thought death, Lucien jolted up and grabbed her in his arms in tears.

"Catherine, you're fine, you're really fine... it's.... it's really you... I'm not dreaming right."

Perplexed at the behavior of her elder brother, Catherine didn't know how to react. She was barely a baby after all, whatever had happened just now simply slipped off her mind. But she could feel the tight grip of her brother whom she was so much attached to. Yet, she only wished to be held by another pair of arms. The little baby struggled out of her brother's arm, causing him to immediately release her in panic.

"Catherine, you, are you okay, do feel uncomfortable somewhere, did those baddie hurt.?"

Lucien looked at his sister, searching for any injury, but apart from past abrasions, her once dirty body was rather clean, as if she had been wiped. Her cheeks were even rosy and she was no longer so frail.

Something was amiss, could those thugs be so kind?

He thought and looked at Catherine with a pursed lips, then he opened his mouth to ask again, forgetting that the baby couldn't speak at all.

"Catherine, you..."

"Holding her so tight and asking her questions despite knowing that she couldn't speak. Tell me how she wouldn't feel uncomfortable?"

Lucien was startled by the sudden soft voice that spoke with a gentle questioning tone.

The voice was actually familiar, yet foreign.

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