Lucky To Meet You

Chapter 2: The Boy In The Cave

Razor... The boy was abandoned as an infant and taken in by the Wolf of the North, Andrius. He was raised among the wolves, and with that, learned many skills for survival in the wild. He, by chance, encountered Grand Master Varka of the Knights of Favonius, and that same one was who taught him how to use a greatsword, he was also the one who gave him his name. But the most important thing that Varka taught him was how to speak. He copied the words that the Grand Master said, even though most of the time he didn't know what they meant. After some time, Razor could make small sentences, and although he had a hard time with it, the boy tried his best trying to speak the human language.

The words he most cared about were "friend" and "lupical", which means family. "The wolves are my lupical. My family", he used to say, and his Master nodded and smiled.

One day, Razor was ambushed by an abyss mage and got dragged away. The Wolfpack ran to rescue him and put up a fight with the mage. But every last one of them was defeated by the enemy. As he looked helplessly at his deared companions being thrown around, anger fueled him, "lupical!" he roared, and the abyss mage was eliminated by a wave of elemental energy made by the boy's new electro vision. Unfortunately, it was too late to save any of the other wolves.

Although he got his new vision, he didn't know how to manipulate its energy quite well. Only after he met Lisa, an electro vision wielder from Mondstadt, was he able to control his vision with some proficiency. She also helped him study human knowledge.

Razor's now 12, as it is only February and his 13th birthday is in September, not that he cared anyway since the only things he got on his birthday was some cookies from Lisa. But here we are. Our boy is just coming back from his hunt, even though he hunted alone, he always managed to get enough for all the wolfpack, he also did it rather quickly. He put his prey on the place where the wolves would stay and headed off again, planning to rest in a cave until supper time.

Looking for his cave, he stumbled upon a hilichurl camp. The boy didn't want to start a fight, he was tired and wouldn't be able to defeat his enemies. So he decided to sneak past the hilichurls.

When hunting, Razor had always to be careful not to scare his prey, so he was quite skilled in sneaking around and not making noises. Quickly passing through some towers. He was doing quite well until he tripped on one of the barrels, the barrels contained pyro slimes that exploded on contact. The boy quickly drew his claymore and tried to block the explosion, but failed to do so as he got thrown back and got his arm hurt. Luckily, the explosion hit the hilichurls and managed to scatter his enemies, since hilichurls are not that big and can be easily knocked down. He got up and checked his arm, it hurt, but it was nothing he couldn't deal with.

After some time, he finally found a cave. Entering the space, he tiredly curled himself in the corner and set himself to sleep.

The boy peacefully slept for some hours, until he heard a noise, falling rocks. He woke up with a start, growling and getting into his stance ready to fight whatever creature had caused the noise. At first, he thought it was an abyss mage, but then he looked at it better, the green eyes, the pale skin, the wet grayish hair and the panicked look on its face, along with the sword it was helplessly trying to pull out from some random rocks that had probably caused the noise. Razor concluded that it wasn't a monster, and confused, he wondered "who is he?".