Hunters Royale

The Quest

The abandoned secret cave was still illuminated by hundreds of wax candles as the old man reverend ambled his way to the room caved and drilled into the stone wall.

"What is it, old man?... Can you leave me alone for some time?"
William asserted as he began with an annoyed 'TCH'.

William Watts was lying on the stone bed molded of the same hard, rough rock, but thankfully the surface was chiseled and smoothened, it was the only relief the makeshift stone bed could provide him for now.

"Ahh... William..."
The Old Man shook his head as he shuffled towards a wooden chair, the only furniture they could muster and it was in William's possession.

"Don't you DARE SIT ON THAT!!. That chair is mine and mine only!!"
William roared.

The old man, who now found himself paralyzed because of the sudden outbreak of rage from the man before him, sighed and leaned against the barren stone wall.

"Why do you hate this old man this much?... What have I ever done to the respectful vessel of the Demon Prince Mammon?"
The reverend spoke his mind out as he began with slow and casual words. His words seemed to bear some sort of authenticity to them as he wavered.

"What has this old man ever done to that once cheerful little boy?..."
He asked the young man before him, who was, obviously pointing out that he didn't want the old geezer to be present inside his room.

But just as the old man shot his question towards him, William closed his eyes and settled his right arm on top of them, shielding them from the extra illuminating candles whose blurry light pierced through his closed eyes.

Even though he didn't want to, William could do nothing as his memories took him back to his memory lane.

All he could think as his memories manifested was what he wanted to say at that moment.

'My brain is such an asshole... It disagreed right when I imagined I didn't want to remember those effing memories...'

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On the terrace of an abandoned building in City Bountress were two silhouettes in hooded cloaks.

The moon was full when it shone down on the hooded silhouettes, elucidating their details to the naked eye. It was as if the light bounced on them and went back to the moon itself.

One donned a blood red authentic leather cloak that had a pitch-black star etched on its very middle and stood out like a warning sign on the cloak.

Whilst the one who wore the red leather clock stood magnificently under the moonlight with his perfectly build body and tall trunk, the one beside him was just barely taller than his waist and he was a boy who was around the age of seven.

"You look so anxious Uncle Zerek... What's the problem?... Is the person we are going to deal with now stronger than you?"
The Hooded boy asked the man beside him, who was cracking his fingers and biting his lips.

"No, No William, The Hunter Monarch is not gonna be a problem in the slightest"
He replied with a nervous smile and paused as he shot a quick look at the redhead boy.

"Is it that obvious that I'm worried?"
Zerek chuckled as he tapped his feet on the tile floor.

"Pfft, It is totally obvious..."
The boy covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"Hehe..."
Zerek chuckled along with the boy he had met a year ago, he reminisced how weak the boy beside him was one year ago when he found him in the alleyway, completely traumatized and scarred with an unworthy ordeal.