24. Purpose

Albeit his family was not in the House right now, he found the place the only useful for him to calm down, or more like breaking down.

In the solitude and quietness of the basement, he let all his negative emotions surface. Everything behind his always perfect Protector’s mask, was seen; all the feelings that once were hidden deep in his heart, now were consuming every last of it. All the hopeful, grateful and happy faces of the people of the island, those like Pious, the Awkward Boy and Shonda who blindly believed in him, felt more like a bucket of cold water soaking and making heavier his being; all the pride he experienced when they were telling him how happy they were about his help and his sole existence, now was nothing more than a burden.

But who, in all the people he knew now and before, would believe him? Who wouldn’t criticize him for being a coward, ungrateful and selfish bastard if he ever would say a thing? Which person in the whole island would feel safe if they were to know how useless and weak, he felt?

Hidden in there, with many doubts filling his head, he felt completely alone. There was no one who would understand him without labeling him or condemn him. What the people needed was the perfect protector they had seen, the kind and warm protector who sworn protect them all, even if that would mean losing himself.

When the past protectors talked to him, he felt nothing but anger because they were saying everything he knew already, just the same reason he never talked about his problems with no one, because all they could say was what he already had thought, what he didn’t want to see. The only thing it accomplished was to help him decided the one and true answer to his dilemma.

“The moment they’re ready, I’m out of all of this…”

Little by little, while listening to them, his heart began to freeze, so when his words came out, he was beyond calm.

“Your wish will be granted, with all its meaning.” Their voices came to an end after that, just as how all the noise in his mind quieted down. There was absolute silence and emptiness. No fear, pride, excitement, or hope. No pleas, no weakness, no warm, no cold.

The only way for him to fulfill his purpose as The Protector all the islanders wanted, was for him to remain calm and in peace, to forget about everything that could go wrong or, even, good. Protector was his new self, protect was the sole purpose his existence had, so he would do it as best as he could.

With that he came out the basement, with his supernatural speed he charged towards the ships. Entering in the one that was trying to flee, he killed every person inside of it, every person who tried to capture or stop him, every person who tried to run away.

Along with the canons coming from the island, he destroyed every ship, defended his island of any attack coming from them and ended with the threat in five hours.

When he reached the seashore, he could hear the cheering noises coming from the watch towers, the canons and the quarters, but he didn’t feel anything. When his trainer and the leader of the operation came to him with worry because his bloody and tired appearance, he felt nothing. When he collapsed and his trainer caught him while whispering “you did a good job, thank you so much, now rest”. He felt nothing.