Chapter 1 is done in two hours, nearly max writing cap...except that I am surfing on youtube and the forum...
Could do better next time, but still a good try :3

Chapter 1: The Purple and the Red

It was evening. The sky of Haven was blazed by an unusually beautiful streak of crimson separating the sky into 2. It was like a fine piece of silk woven and tossed by some celestial being into the dimming sky.
Vindeus apparently wasn’t aware of nightfall. He was squatting on one side of a pavement, observing a cute little snipe with orange and yellow stripes.
Gently, he put his left hand forward. The curious snipe edged forward cautiously, sniffing in the air if there was any scent of danger. Then, once it felt a farmiliar smell left by his fellow friends, he began flapping his wings, coolly evading Vindios’ palm and landed on his shoulder.
“Ha” Vindeus was amused. He cooed like a kid speaking to his even younger brother, “Oh little snipe…come to my palm…you know you are cute, don’t you!”
The other passersby all had their vision attracted by this peculiar boy talking to a snipe. They didn’t pay much attention though, just leaving a strange glance and left.
Vindeus paid little attention to the surroundings but kept speaking to his temporary companion.
He was patting the snipe and brushing its gracious feather when a guard approached.
The guard was a paunchy middle-aged man, obviously a state-of-the-art failure found of no use, which was sadly a non-recyclable one. In his late forties, he could do nothing except for patrolling on the streets throwing his weights around terrorising little kids. So much like the Royal Jelly except that the Royal Jelly Palace took the Spiral Order 4 months to siege and bringing many of its best knights to eternal rest.
He sneaked upon Vindeus from behind and bellowed, “What the hell are you doing here! It is curfew time! Don’t you know that I could throw you into the prison!?”
Vindeus kept patting the snipe.
The guard’s face was red from rage. How dare this little boy one third his age ignore him! He roared in a even louder voice, like a lion going to devour his prey, “I am talking to you! Listen! Answer me! Who are you and why are you still here! Are you so dumb?”
Vindeus was staring into the eyes of the snipe, whispering something unheard by the guard.
The guard was desperate. Even a teenager could defy him? That is…impossible!
His sense of inferiority accumulated in the last 30 years finally ruined his emotions. He stood there, eyes bulging and red, yelling as if he had a mental breakdown.
Vindeus was not an attentive, and failed to notice how desperate and dangerous the scene was. He only knew that this obnoxious adult behind was shouting in such a loud voice that he couldn’t hear what the snipe was singing.
So he turned to the back, staring at the guard.
The guard was dazzled. Not only but the elegant look of Vindeus, his purple hair flowing all the way down to his shoulder and his beautiful nose and mouth, but his pair of big, innocent looking eyes now staring into him. Instinctively, he took a step back, not because of the sharpness and heat of Vindeus’ glare, but because of the ferocity, the extreme loneness and sadness well covered by his sparking purple eyes.
“Shut up.” This simple phrase escaped from Vindeus’ mouth. Though the tone was soft and casual, the poor guard felt that he was given an irresistible command. He mumbled a few words, would shamefully continue to his work leaving this humiliating mark forever in his heart if the guard captain had not come.
The guard captain was a younger and stronger man, both in physical condition and personality.
He gestured at the guard telling him to continue his patrol, then knelt down beside Vindeus, asking him, “Hi boy, my name is Claudius. What are you doing here? It is time to go to home, you know.
Out of his expectations, Vindeus gave a sudden question, “Do you like snipes?”
Claudius was surprised by this irrelevant question, “Why ask? Yeah, snipes are quite good.”
Vindeus, for the first time in nearly two hours, shifted his attention from the snipe. Carefully he laid the snipe onto the ground and waved it goodbye. Then he turned back------facing not Cladius but gazing at the starry, starry night sky. He gave out a short sigh, and said, “I love snipes. They are better than the people. At least better than most of the people.”
Claudius was flabbergasted, opening his mouth wide and could not close it, “Why? Why would you say that? That is not something nice to say, boy.”
Vindeus shifted his gaze again, this time from the sky to Cladius’ puzzled eyes. He looked into them, inspecting every feeling that was expressed or hidden by his adult nature. He sighed.
Claudius felt immense impatience builds up in his chest. This lost-child business was becoming some sort of philosophical debate! O, how I wish I could just get a rock salt beer…
Luckily, Vindeus stopped. A person appeared from the end of the pavement, walking towards the arguing pair.
He was an absolutely stunning person. Everyone knew that the first time they saw him. He had flaming red hair, and it is not a plain red, but different levels of red in different deepness and colour. In the cool night breeze it was slightly moving, and looked like a shimmering flame from distance.
Accompanied by his flaming hair were his blazing eyes, so red and so energetic that it was like two sparks that would never extinguish, two rubies that could reflect any light.
Though he was wearing a black robe now, everyone knew that beneath his robe was the volcanic armour only for the most destructive fireplayer in Spiral Order------Zyte.
As one of the most prestigious and famous knights, Zyte was one of the earliest to venture into the unknown of Cradle, and also one of the few survivors of the Alpha Squad. He had joined every major battle ever since, having participated in the slaying of the Snarbolax, the ambush of the Royal Jelly and the infiltration of the Roarmulus Twins. Now he belonged to a special squad named the “Epsilon Squad”, featuring the new generation of elites and masters.
Claudius was also interested in what an intriguing thing that moved Vindeus’ attention. After all, even a fat guy with bad breath yelling beside his ear could not affect him.
He was…undoubtedly shocked. Vindeus’ calm voice entered his ear, “This is Zyte, one of the few who are not included in ‘most of the people’.”
“Zyte!” Claudius’ scream was full of admiration. However, it could not compensate the fact that many families open their windows to see what this queer guy is doing.
Zyte ignored poor Claudius, but walked straight to Vindeus.
He frowned, “What are you doing? Haven’t you showed him your permit?”
Vindeus shook his head?
“Why? You know you could completely shove him aside in 10 seconds.”
“I am talking to a snipe.”
“Great. At least you are not observing the stone puppies’ face like the last time.”
Zyte pulled Vindeus up, and together they walked to the shocked officer.
“Show him your permit.” Zyte ordered.
Vindeus nodded, and took from a blude wristband on his left hand a purple gem engraved with a capital “E” and a line of words: “3rd Team, Epsilon Squad”.
Claudius was on the verge of collapsing. His ego had been damaged too much tonight. First dragged into a pointless debate with a teenager, then met with one of the most prestigious characters in Cradle, and discovered that the teenager is actually a person he could never catch up with in his life time.
He stood still in the middle of the pavement, watching the pair return to their apartment and could not think of a word to say.
The next morning, he was filed a complaint by an old woman living near Zyte and was demoted to a rubbish cleaner. Three days later he slipped and fell into a rubbish bin, choked and bade farewell to the world.

Back home.
Zyte frowned, “Vindeus, you are coming home later than usual these few days, where have you been?”
Vindeus answered, “To find her.”
“Again? You have been doing this for the past five years!”
Vindeus sighed, grasping his left hand with his right one. “But she must be back…She would not leave me alone for no reason…”
Zyte, though a flaming knight, was like a brother to Vindeus. He put his hands on VIndeus’ shoulder, and said soothingly, “Yes, I know she still cares about you. So just wait, OK? I am sure you will meet her one day.”
Vindeus nodded, and proceeded to his room. Before he entered, Zyte tossed him a sandwich, and reminded him, “Tomorrow we’ll have an expedition. Sleep sound tonight!”
Everyone has their weaknesses no matter how strong they are. And it is cooking for Zyte.
Vindeus laid silent on his bed, taking the wristband and stared at a signature on it. Tears began to drop from his beautiful, purple eyes.
Vera…