"Uncle! Uncle!" A small voice called out, belonging to a small blue haired meif'wa who was running towards an older, orange haired meif'wa, with his arms outstretched.
"Kaiba! How are you little Kotenko?" The older meif'wa asked, lifting the little boy up into his arms. The boy giggled and hugged the other tightly for a few seconds.
"I'm doing great Uncle Lo'Pho! Today, me and mommy went to the market, and one guy had super big piggies!" Kaiba said, using his arms to emphasize just how big. Lo'Pho laughed at his nephew's antics, not fully listening to the continuous rambling.
"Kaiba, what have I told you about running off" Lo'Pho's sister, Shagotte, scolded her son, finally catching up to him.
"It's not my fault you're so slow!" Kaiba huffed, crossing his arms. Lo'Pho did his best to stifle his laugh, not wanting to get his sister's anger aimed at him. Lo'Pho put the blue haired boy down, gesturing for him to go inside the house.
"...are you sure about watching him for the week?" Shagotte asked after a few moments and a sigh.
Lo'Pho's heart ached for his sister, truly. She was a talented flutist who worked for the royals of Auroral Urgant. She had met Kaiba's father there, as he was a lutist who also worked there. Unfortunately, he was executed for attempting to sleep with the youngest princess not long after Shagotte got pregnant.
The fact he got executed wasn't the unfortunate part, it was just unfortunate he was a terrible person.
Shagotte made enough money to take care of her and Kaiba, but because of her job there were some weeks, sometimes even months though that was much rarer, where she would have to travel with the royals to another kingdom for peace talks. It wasn't often she had to go, as she was just a musician, but sometimes a show of status and money was necessary and having musicians showed that.
Lo'Pho was always happy to take care of his nephew for a week, or in the rare cases a month, whenever that happened. This week the royals were going to one of the biggest kingdoms, Vigilia Runa, for a week to discuss some things, and that show of status and wealth was necessary.
"I'm sure sis. I have no problem watching my nephew for a week, he makes it much more exciting than other weeks." Lo'pho responded with a twinkle in his eyes and a small laugh.
"I really can't thank you enough for doing this Lo'Pho." She finally said back after a few moments of hesitation before she left.
Lo'Pho had never expected this. The town they lived in was more on the outskirts of Auroral Urgant so they were closer to the forests than most, but he never once thought something like this would happen.
The werewolves had appeared out of nowhere, there hadn't even been signs of them living out in the forests. Most people were unable to defend themselves, and those that could were taken off guard before they had the chance to prepare.
There were hundreds of injured people, and Lo'Pho couldn't help them all. He couldn't even take a break to see if his sister and nephew had made it out alive. He was almost scared to find out. He knew that there were many who didn't.
He prayed silently to the divine that his family had lived, even if they didn't escape unscathed. He would rather they have gained scars than lost their life, no matter how selfish that thought may be.
Lo'Pho saw families crying over their loved ones that didn't make it, and he desperately wished he wouldn't be joining them. He could barely even focus on these thoughts with all the people he had to help.
Lo'Pho wished that other doctors and more medical supplies would arrive soon, as people had already sent word of the attack out to the larger towns. He wasn't sure how much longer they could go one like this for.
"Uncle!" a familiar young voice called out. Lo'Pho turned away from the patient he was with, luckily, he was just making sure the bite wouldn't turn them, to see his blue haired nephew running toward him with his arms outstretched. Lo'Pho bent down, pulling the small meif'wa into his arms and hugging him tight, looking hopefully behind him for his sister.
He breathed a sigh of relief seeing his white-haired sister walking up to them, thanking the divine protector Jean for saving his family.
He looked down at his nephew, and his heart twisted as I saw a large gash across his chest.
"L-Let's get that patched up, okay kiddo?"
He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and nodded.
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The Short Stories of Diaries of Origins
Fanfiction[Temporary Cover] Short Stories from the universe of Diaries of Origins, a collab book written by Hi-ImChai and myself. Go check that out for context for all these stories.
