I'll be reorganizing the subbed videos page prior to the new layout (it looks simple yet cool btw).


Anywho, here's the romanized lyrics for the entire song, I gotta say this is so original. Lyrics = Song title and I've never heard of any other Selection arranges better than this.

The coveted Hero Dungeon in Grand Chase is finally in our server; didn't come out that great because as expected, the patch came in with tons of crap. Lots of bugs accompanied by unwanted patching errors and extreme lag made it really difficult to run this dungeon.

Why do I need another player anyway?

A Hundred Flowers for You
Chapter 5: Promise

I’m not dreaming or anything, right?

“Y-yeah, nice to meet you.” I clasped the hand that she extended at me. It felt quite weird, it’s relaxing but I can feel her uneasiness. She must feel really nervous being with me.

“It’s hot here…alright, let’s get some food~” she nonchalantly said while dragging me with her. Oh for Pete’s sake, go easy on me, girl! I struggled to get out of her grasp, only to no avail.

“B-but I only have little money with me.”

She laughed. “Ha-ha-ha! Don’t be like that.”

“Eh?”

“Listen. Be a sport and let me be ‘it’ today. Can you do that?”

You’re kidding me. With that pretty face you’re making, I can never decline!

“Alright, alr—whoa!” before I could finish talking, she dragged me harder than before.

Judith dragged me all the way to the local pub, frequented by soldiers from the detachment north of the town and a couple of traders and some nomads. You won’t see anyone here with a long face, because it’s all “drink up, be merry” and stuff like that here. I’ll have to warn you though, don’t get in a fight inside the pub or you’ll never get back in!

Upon entering, Judith shouted.

“Yo pops! Drinks and the special on the double!” she waved her hand to the man at the counter.

"Comin' right up" he shouted back with a thumbs-up and that distinct "customer satisfaction guaranteed" smile.

I need some space. “I’ll get some seats.”

“Sure, do that.” She agreed.

I scurried for these free window-side seats nearest to the counter. While I wait, I stared at the window, thinking about that same dream again.

What was that all about? Will that really happen? I mean, that girl's real, Henri's in it too. Then... this... no, this--

Gah.

Argh.

I don't know anymore.

Judith followed moments after, bringing with her a pitcher of beer and a platter of kabobs.

"Ah great, I have to kiss my 5 minutes of silence goodbye." I thought.

I stared on the plate. It looks tasty; I haven’t had breakfast or lunch yet. I was about to dig in when…

“Whoa, hey, whoa. This is my share.”

“Your share? Where’s mine?”

“Here’s the special for this week: Gullinbursti Grande!” the chef came near our table with a giant chunk of delicious, freshly-grilled meat. The chef slowly put the giant meat in our table. I can’t believe I’m getting a lot of food from her!

“Holy crap!”

Oh thank heavens, great Odin!

“Well, this is the special, Juno. Help yourself.”

“Really? No kidding?”

“Duh, help me out; I can’t finish this myself!”

I haven’t seen food this big before. I don’t think Judith and I can finish all of this. Plus beer, I know I don’t have high tolerance to alcohol. Heck, I’ve never been drunk in my whole life; I can’t even afford a single case of beer. This is quite the luxury.

Drink up, be merry.

Drink up, be merry.

Drink up; be merry; ‘til you rise up no more.

I easily forgot my worries, that nightmare; everything. I love this carefree feeling.

I can’t even feel my head anymore. I feel woozy. Everything is spinning around me. I speak and smell funny. Haha. Haha. I’m laughing over stupid things. Maybe if I could sleep just a little more…

Man, I hope it’s the same thing every single time!

I saw a note behind the door. Curious, I checked it out.

I’m heading back to Prontera, the bishop is calling us for progress. I’ll be back this afternoon with dinner. I hope you’ll do well~ ♪

Be careful by the way. News is spreading about a massive revolt in the upper regions. It might get out of hand and reach all the way to this place.


I sighed; can’t be helped then, she can’t neglect her duties as a priestess. Let’s just find a way to kill time. I locked up every door and window in the house and headed for the park just near the clock tower. I found a blank bench near the tower to rest for a while, this makeshift prosthetic leg of mine hurts when overused (I overused it already?).

As I readjust my leg, I saw a shadow on the ground, approaching me. I looked up to see who it was.

“It must be really hard walking around like that.” she said. She’s holding a soda can and a small crimson bag with some markings on it, but I can’t seem to recognize who it was because of her hooded muffler.

Not to be rude, I replied back at her. “No, not at all.”

I lied, actually.

“…well, it does, but I can live with it.” She took off her hood and sat down beside me.

Oh, she looks like a royalty! She even has this cute crown in her head. Wavy, long indigo-colored hair and ribbons here and there, she looks like just the kind of people you see on cosplays.

She noticed me looking at her face. “Oh? What’s the matter?”

I’m caught!

“Oh? Don’t tell me you like me.” She snickered.

“N-no! I just thought—”

“Ha-ha, take it easy; just kidding.”

“But you know, that’s just how people think of me—no bad thoughts or whatnot.” She added.

"I'm tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. *lol*"

“You’ve got a good name, I guess.”

“Maybe so. Maybe they just don’t realize who I am.“

Come to think of it, I saw something odd on her neck; it looked like a tattoo to me. I looked closely at it…I think I remember what it was.

“What is it this time?”

“Ah, that thing on your neck…”

“Oh, that! I just that days ago when I passed by a tattoo shop down the mountains. Pretty neat, huh?”

You’re lying.

“Yeah, I guess so. I don’t think it suits you though.”

“Hmph, c’mon now.”

“Ah, that’s right; want some?” she opened her bag and handed me a can of soda, which I gladly accepted. After all, it’s the middle of summer.

“Thanks.”

“You’re name…”

I didn’t hear what she just said. “I’m sorry?”

“What’s your name?”

“Juno. Juno Vera Verne.”

I remember now. That outfit, that “tattoo” on her neck, those glasses, that hair. All of them… don’t tell me…

You…

She reached her hand out and introduced herself:

“Judith Hearns, the wandering sage. Nice to meet you.”

You must be kidding me!

No. No. Nooo…No!

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

I can’t breathe.

My heart aches so much.

My head is swirling.

Somebody, help me.

I could hear loud footsteps from the hallway. The door just slammed wide open. I was still catching my breath so I didn’t bother to look who that was. All I felt is fear, fear, pain and sadness.

“He…Henri…” the next thing I know she sat on the chair next to my bed and rested my head on her lap.

“It’ll all be fine, Juno. Just relax.” I could feel her mild hands combing my hair and my weak, fragile body.

“Hey.” I whispered.

“Hmm?”

My thoughts are messed-up; I can’t think straight. Even if I did, Henrietta wouldn’t understand…

“Nothing. Th-thank you, Henrietta.”

I can hear her giggling. She sat on my bed; I moved down to give her some space. She continued to make me feel easy through the night. I doubt I could sleep at all, after that dream struck me again.

This is who I really am, a weak, sickly amputee, a lame excuse of a human being. I’ve lost everything I had on that airship disaster just when I was seven. I lost my parents, my oblivious sister and my friends. All I could think of that day was to survive…and I did.

Or so I thought. They brought me to the hospital and stayed there for more than a year, all the scars in my body healed. Sadly, they couldn’t cure my leg, so the doctors had to remove it.

The next thing I know is that I found myself in a dark, cold, lifeless room. I quickly realized I was not in the hospital anymore. I was freed afterwards; as the experts found out I was not suited as a “subject”. All the more makes me want to be dead instead. People can’t find use for me nor can I find use for myself.

But as I found out years later, I was one of the lucky ones that survived that genocide at Lighthalzen.

I drifted all the way to a town in the east where I could find a giant clock tower. People there were kind enough to let me stay indoors when there was bad weather; heck, they even gave me food, and everything I needed. I never even asked for any of it.

Such is the way in the town of Aldebaran.

When I was about 20, I found a girl just about my age—yes, that was Henrietta. She came all the way from Prontera for a mission. She was just your average priestess back then. I used to joke around her, but in truth I enjoyed her company. I could never tell how I’d feel though, because I fear the whole Church might go after me, burn me alive like a heretic. I felt even happier being with her at times when she defended me from people who kept on thrashing me around.

I love her, but I could never tell her. I guess it is fine this way.

One day, I witnessed the great town leader who gave me more than just a ragtag home. He was a great guy, a symbol of inspiration for everyone here in Aldebaran.

Together with Henrietta we visited his grave one day at the east end of the town, and I found a bunch of witherless roses. I remembered what he said back then...

“Great people are remembered not just by their names, kid. It’s how well they touch the lives of others.”

I guess he’s right. He’s darn right. But I’m just a commoner. Hell no way I’m going to do that much for her, let alone this town. I can’t be as good as him.

Heck, even after all those dreams, call it nightmares, or even hauntings, reaching for that very star is impossible...

“What exactly am I living for?”

I've thought of this for a long time, and I've yet to find an answer.

Someday.

Someday, I will.