Beyond this World - Dragon warrior (Book 1/?)

Chapter 15 (Part 2)

The leader had a hard time discerning between whether they are criminals or otherwise. Then again, he is a mercenary; he himself has done things he wasn't too proud of. Seeing two young people live like this irked him, reminded him of his own past. "What are your plans for the future?"

Aaron looked at Tundra and asked in a hush tone. "Why is he asking us this?" she shrugged. The leader understood that as their answer.

"Why don't you join the mercenary work?" He asked with all seriousness. Tundra and Aaron looked at him with unexpected shock. "Most jobs we take are escort jobs, so not much danger to get involved in. It's better than what you have now."

"Than what we have now?" Aaron looked confused. "Did I miss some kind of conversation earlier?"

"Kind of... He thinks we are on the run." Tundra replied bluntly focused on the feathers. She held out her hand. "Give me the blade." Without a second to spare he gives the Hellblade to Tundra.

"Did you steal that sword from someone?" The leader asked his men looked at him with questioning glances.

"Of course not. This is my gift to Aaron and it was forged at the same time as the daggers for my brother."

"I was wondering why the patterns looked similar on Keir's daggers"

That raised a hint of suspicion and disbelief on the mercenaries' end. The boy looked ordinary enough and the girl, aside from scar was nothing special; their abilities however had him impressed.

Another thing that bothered him was the name 'Keir'; he felt like he heard it somewhere before but couldn't quite connect the dots in order. He gathered his men and they left early. Aaron watched as they faded from his line of sight.

He turned to see Tundra with her mouth full; he was glad to see she was enjoying the food but it was undercooked. When he pointed it out to her, with her mouth more full than empty, she proclaimed proudly. "Human law do not apply on a hellhound such as myself!"

Aaron paused and wondered; he cannot consider himself human anymore so could he eat uncooked food like Tundra? He sliced of a small piece and tried to taste it raw. As quickly as he placed the piece into his mouth, he took it out. There was no more room for testing. Whether or not it needed to be cooked Aaron would still cook it simply to avoid encountering that jiggly and unsolid texture or taste.

Tundra laughed at him wholeheartedly. "It's alright; it's not that hard to understand. Unlike me, you were raised among humans; you spent all your life living as a human up until the point when you found out you weren't actually a human. It would be hard to break that kind of habit."

Aaron laid back. "You never really told me about your family..." Tundra looked at him with the corner of her eye.

"What do you want to know?"

"I don't know..." he replied not really having anything to compare to the term family. For as long as he could remember it was just him and Sir Cameron. "Never mind I guess... Are you done eating?"

Tundra viciously shook her head. Once they were done, they left and continued onwards. Tundra slept on edge and would twitch at the slightest sense of sound and movement. Both had anticipated the void like being to attack that night; since their summoner should know of their location and consider them a threat to their cause.

They walked for another two days before they reached a small town; it looked ransacked to say the least. Although the two hadn't stuck around in Arkbowel, this was a fairly accurate comparison of what went on that night. There were blood stains on the ground and they have dried long ago.