The man stood on the beach, his hands in his pockets, and his face, tilted upwards, his eyes locked onto the bright image of the sun. The man had black skin and brown eyes and wore an elegant three pieced white business suit which made him stand out like a polished ruby amongst stones. At least it did on this gloomy beach.
"Are you happy?" The man's ears twitched slightly, and he turned around, face to face with his sister, breathless, pissed, and wet.
He smiled at her, and opened his lips, only to be shot down by her harsh words yet again.
"Of course, you're not happy. You're never happy, huh? You can never just enjoy what's around you, the people around you. All you care about is your grand dream and nothing else. As long as you have that, nothing else matters right? That's why you're leaving again RIGHT?" His sister, who had barely been holding herself back, lunged forward and yanked her brother by the collar, furious.
Her brother blinked, yet continued to smile, and placed his hand on her own. "Abby. You know me." He shrugged his shoulders. "You know t-"
"I know that you're a self-absorbed, conceited, narcissistic piece of shit. What about your girlfriend? No use for her anymore, right? You're so fucking twisted I bet the only reason you asked her out was so that she could FUCKING verify your passport." Her grip on his collar tightened, and she breathed uncontrollably, shaking her brother as she did so.
"Sister-"
"Do not 'sister' me. If we were truly brother and sister, you would stay here with me. But you won't and you never have. All you care about is that STUPID dream of yours, yet you're no closer to reaching it then you have 10 years ago, Banjo."
Banjo stared at her, watched her for a moment, before cutting the silence swiftly. "You're wrong."
Her grip slightly loosened, and she stared up at him, confused, sweaty, tired. "...What?"
"I said that you're wrong. With my own hands I've taken us from the filthy crowded streets of our home village to wealth. I will reach my goal."
Abby stared up at him for a few seconds, and then, snorted, before laughing sadly, completely letting go of him. "That's how I'm wrong? That's what you care about? Not anything I said before?"
He looked down at her, and then smiled, squinting slightly. "Not at all. You said it yourself; you know. I'll do anything it takes to reach my goal" He looked down at his sister, who was a mess of sweat and tears, bundled up on the floor, sobbing quietly.
"And I'll reach that goal with the Eyes of Moloc."
She lifted her wet face slightly. "...What...are you talking about?" She whispered; her eyes wide.
"There was once an adventurer quite similar to me thousands of years ago. Like me, he only cared about his goal, to become the greatest adventurer the world had ever seen. And he was, to the point legend says he found the famous Terracota Soldiers of China way before modern times before anyone else."
He clenched his fist, and spun on his heel, facing the sun again with a smile. "Yet he chased after his goal so adamantly that he never got the chance to take care of himself. In the end, he ended up dying, never satisfied with what he had achieved. His eyes, are the only thing that remains of him now, still bright and hopeful."
He turned again, bent down, and put his hand on his sister's shoulder, his smile finally fading. "Whoever holds those eyes is said to hold the power to achieve whatever they wish effortlessly. I will obtain those eyes and become the greatest man in all of history. That, is my dream."
His sister, completely out of both breath and energy, could only manage to whisper two words. "You're insane."
He stood up completely, and then slid his hands into his pockets, grinning at her again. "Well, I didn't expect you would understand. So, I suppose, for now, it's farewell, my dear sister."
And with that, he disappeared into the horizon.
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