Zackory - a fateful touch (Vol. 2) ✅

Chapter 15

When he was 48 years old, everything changed.

It was a normal day. He had left for school and picked up his best friend Troy on the way. Troy was a good soul and a pacifist. He refused to participate in combat training and preferred to devote himself to learning languages. Troy's character was just like his natures – a deer and an otter. His hair had different shades of brown and his eyes were black and brown. He always had a smile on his face and a beige backpack in which he had stowed books.

Word of the incident with the brothers had spread and Lucan had become a topic of conversation in the village. Not only was he able to wrestle down a much older, more experienced fighter, but also that he had awakened his second nature so early had caused an uproar. Troy had only laughed and had stayed by Lucan's side. He had never tried to exploit it in any way – a good soul, as already mentioned.

"Do we want to go to the lake after class and go swimming?" his best friend asked. His nature was very dominant and often required exercise.

Lucan nodded. Swimming was good for endurance, even if his cat wasn't that enthusiastic about it. "

"Well, then-," Troy said.

A loud bang sounded, then they saw the fire and the smoke. A huge pillar of fire rose from the north of the village. Others followed and columns of smoke rose everywhere from the village.

"What happened?" Troy shouted. His eyes were open with fear. "M-My family! I have to go to them," he shouted and ran.

"Wait, Troy!" Lucan tried to stop him, but Troy was fast. He ran after his friend. He runs to his home. Lucan turned and accelerated. Troy came into sight. Motionless, he stood in front of his destroyed home, his eyes wide.

"Troy! Behind you!" shouted Lucan, but it was too late. The blade drove into Troy's body. The enemy forcibly pulled the blade back from Troy's chest and a trail of blood splashed across the ground.

"No!!" shouted Lucan.

Troy fell forward and stayed down. The demon just laughed. "Did I kill your friend? I'm really sorry," he said scornfully. That's when Lucan lost control. He unleashed his panther on him and tore the opponent and his partner, who had wanted to sneak in from behind.

Panting, he sat over Troy, blood dripping from his mouth. His cat had withdrawn. He carefully turned his friend's body over. Blood ran out of his wound, which he desperately squeezed off. Troy coughed up blood and looked at his friend. "Lucan," he whispered.

"No, don't talk. You will be fine," Lucan said desperately.

"Lucan. It's fine."

"No, it's not. Help! I need a healer!" Lucan cried, but his cry only met with emptiness.

"Lucan, please promise me... promise me that you will make something of your life. Don't let hatred guide you, don't let it eat you up." He coughed again.

"Troy, be quiet. Please," Lucan said as tears ran down his face.

"Promise it." His friend's voice could hardly be heard.

"I promise, but you will be fine," Lucan said desperately.

Troy smiled, then his eyes closed, and his heart stood still.

"No. No. No! Troy, open your eyes! No!" Lucan couldn't breathe. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Niam, Txiv. I have to go to them. Reluctantly, he turned around and ran towards his house.

Fear gripped him when he saw that smoke was also rising from the direction in which his home was located. He ran, ran faster than ever before. Please, please don't let anything happen to them. Please. But his prayers weren't answered. From a distance he saw his parents. His mother knelt, his father lay on her lap. When he arrived in front of them, he fell to his knees.