Dungeon Raider System

A little girl played silently with a doll in a spacious room lit only by a fireplace. The room was richly furnished and there were several shelves filled with expensive looking books and two green couches facing the fire hinted that the place was meant as a reading room.

Rain poured outside violently hitting the glass panes of the window, encompassed from time to time by a distant thunder. It was just another lonely evening for a seven years old Winona, until two men entered the room.

"Grampa!" Winona's face lit up immediately.

"Dear Winnie! What are you doing here?" Walter smiled squinting his eyes and crouching to hold her granddaughter in his arms.

The man who followed him hung his wet coat, along with his fedora hat on the perch and sat on the couch.

"Father said it was time for homework, but I'm tired so I sneaked here to play. Will you tell on me?" The girl said pulling her 'puppy eyes' that would never fail to melt her grampa's heart.

"Well, I won't tell, but in return you'll have to keep anything you hear today a secret." Walter winked at the little girl who agreed on the spot and continued playing with her doll.

"Are you sure it's ok for me to stay here? I don't want to impose."

"Nonsense, my friend, You can stay here all you want until you get better"

"How does one get better from losing wife and child at the same time?" Jon looked at the old man with bloodshot eyes, but his voice was calm.

"You never recover from that, you only learn to live with that."

"It's easy for you to say when you're rotting in money. If I had that kind of power I would have..."

"No," Walter shook his head. "Don't go there. The arrival hit everyone the same, rich or poor, young or old, everyone went through the same thing. You should be thanking the heavens you survived, not just that, you got an invaluable gift too."

"And what is it good for? Huh!? Tell me! What good is this power when I have nothing to fight for! I've spent years looking for them, years!" Jon's eyes glimmered in the dark, his angry voice echoed in the room at the same time a thunder roared in the distance. Then, he felt something warm in his hand.

It was a gentle squeeze from a tiny hand.

"Are you sad, Mister?"

"Sad?" Jon blinked a couple times with his mouth agape. Yes, of course he was sad but it hurt being reminded of it. Ever since he lost communication with his family he focused all of his emotions into anger and channeled that into strength to keep going.

"Don't be, I'll let you play with Josie." She said as she reluctantly handed her doll to the man. He was mean and smelled funny, his hair was disheveled and had the semblance of an unkempt beard that wouldn't grow pass the ugly stage.

Jon Hunter, champion of humanity, and the reason why people with extraordinary abilities were called hunters crumbled down into a sobbing mess. A child hurt him like no creature ever could and by simply asking an innocent question, no less.

A twelve years old Winona sat on a marbled bench in the garden of her manor while toying with her phone. She was at 'that age' where she would reach out to people online to look for validation and self worth, but this time was different. She was passing the time waiting for someone in particular.

"Uncle Jon! You came!" Winona smiled dazzingly at Jon Hunter.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss your birthday for the world!" He greeted her with a bouquet of daisies and a leather cord with a fossil. "This is for you!"

"Thank you!" The girl didn't care for the fossil, but that small gift sent her to cloud nine.

Ever since they met, Jon would come visit Winona at every chance he got. He would never see his son again, he would never speak to his wife again, but he watched that little girl grow. He accompanied her into her extra curricular activities, birthdays and some holidays. He became the always cheerful uncle that could never be taken seriously that would never miss any of her milestones.

On the other hand, she filled the void in the heart of a grieving man and even developed a bit of a crush on him. For an instant, the figure of Uriel handing her a crucifix overlapped with the memory of Jon and she slowly opened her eyes.

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"Good morning sunshine." Uriel said jokingly, he was by the side of the bed peeling an apple with his Swiss army knife.

"What is this place?" She asked, still numb after being in an induced comma for so many days.

"This is what they call a hospital, you know, the place for injured and sick people." He said as he skillfully sliced the apple and put them on a plate.

Medusa's hand poked the control of the hospital bed to lift her position and make speaking with Uriel more comfortable. She had the strangest dream, but couldn't remember what it was about for the life of her.

Her own father asked Ethan to kill her, but that wasn't anything new. She expected something like that to happen as soon as he found out she wasn't planning on marrying Sam and she had only herself to blame for being careless. Still, she was in good company and couldn't be happier.

"Thanks for coming by and for bringing me fruit." Medusa said blushingly as she reached for the dish, but Uriel swiftly took it away.

"What!? This is mine." He said as he started munching on the fruit in front of her with complete disregard for her feelings. "This things are damn expensive."

"Didn't you bring that for me? I'm in a hospital, recovering from severe injuries, it's only natural you bring me some fruit."

"I'm at a hospital too, if you want apples you can buy your own," A faint smile appeared on Uriel's face. "with the huge payout from our new orichalcum vein."