The Path of a Black Sheep in a Fantasy World (BL)

Chapter 23

Adam practiced the spear until the sun made itself known, covering the word with a golden blanket. His skin warmed at the contact, and he felt his tired body recover its spirit. He was sweaty, his muscles were spasming, and he couldn't catch his bearthe, but he felt stronger than ever.

Adam could clearly feel that he had somehow made a breakthrough in spear arts after training so much by only doing the same basic moves. He had a better understanding of the spear, and now, handling it nearly felt like an extension of his arms.

The warrior sensed something approaching him fast from behind, so he spun around, spear in hand, and pointed it toward the foe, ready to attack. He only had time to blink before he felt his spear being knocked out of his grip, and a body crashed into his. Strong and powerful arms wrapped around his waist and he was soon pressed against a hairy chest.

"You want to run away now? I won't let you!" Adam heard a man say, only to realize that it was Evan's grumpy voice. Squirming in the bear's hug, the warrior finally got a glimpse of the man's wide jaw covered in stubble. He stayed put, having his chin on the man's chest while his face was facing up. His neck was cranked in a weird position, but he wanted to look at Evan's face.

The giant looked down at him with pained eyes, not even able to hide the hurt in his expression. He was chewing on his lips, jaw tense and brows furrowed. When their eyes met, Evan's arms tighten their hold dangerously around his waist, cutting his air supply.

"I was only training since I couldn't sleep. I was going to come back soon for breakfast." Adam answered, his words coming out with a strange accent as his jaw wouldn't open completely because of Evan's muscles under it.

"You are lying. I'm sure you wanted to run away!" Evan growled the words out, looking down at the warrior with crazed eyes. The giant knew he wasn't being rational, but he couldn't help it. His mother abandoned him, then his father did, and then it was his first master's turn when he was nothing but a young boy. All three events, followed by the mistreatment he faced as a slave made him develop trust issues. A small voice inside him wouldn't let him rest, it would call him useless, unworthy of love, and many other names that would echo like a hammer in his heart, banging on it until they were engraved in his flesh and soul.

Evan didn't want to be alone.

Not again.

The cold embrace of loneliness would crush his small body into a ball of dust, gluing his mouth shut, and gripping his lungs in a deadly fist. It was torturous. He could remember the dark and cold feeling, shivers becoming a constant painful reminder keeping him anchored into reality. The air was sticky and time was going slowly, as if trying to go against the water's current. He would try to desperately shout, to make some noise in hope of catching someone's attention.

Anyone would do.

He just wanted an answer.

Pain was normally what followed. Whips, daggers, hot iron, anything to make the slave shut up would enter his masters' hands. The hoarse cries of the young man, not words said and only sounds transmitted, would anger his owners. They would treat him like he was crazy, a beast.

Evan didn't care, because they would look at him.

He would suffer physical pain, but his mental one would be relieved as words were addressed toward him.

Evan reached one conclusion when he was nothing but a young man.

Loneliness was his foe and pain was his friend.

A boy stayed seated in a dark room, hugging his knees to his chest as his back faced the door. His cold face looked into the endless darkness before him with hollow hazelnut eyes. Suddenly, a banging sound came from somewhere in the distance, and the child, no older than six years old, felt his ears twitch at the foreign sound into the air void of any. The banging continued, and the child got up. His chestnut bangs softly shuffled as he turned toward the door. The sound became stronger as the child walked toward the door, and soon, he was running to reach the doorknob. He tripped on the way, but he could care less about his bloodied knees. A voice was reaching for him, one he had grown fond of. His young mind couldn't recall whose it was, but it warmed his frozen heart in a way it had never felt before. Cracks appeared around the door as his cold fingertips finally grasped the handle. Luminous rays entered by the broken parts and the voice became louder, reasoning inside his mind. The child opened the door and a bright light made him close his eyes. His whole body was engulfed by it, and the ice covering his skin, heart and soul was melted by it.

"...van! Ev...Evan!" The child opened his eyes, now much bigger and darker than they were before. Evan looked at a worried Adam with a stunned expression. The warrior had taken his head in his hands, both palms squeezing his cheeks as he cried out his name with teary eyes. Adam stood on his tiptoes so his nose was nearly reaching Evan's one, desperately looking for a sign that he had heard him. The giant had suddenly started to shake and looked into a trance, not reacting to the outside world anymore.

It had scared Adam so much, he had feared that the man had been cursed.

Adam heaved a sigh of relief as Evan blinked and seemed to come back to earth. The giant stared at him with confused eyes, but Adam wouldn't let himself be fooled by the man's cuteness.

"Listen here, I know you must have some deep trauma because of your past, but let me tell you something. I swore I wouldn't abandon you, and I meant it. The fact that you are still afraid of me leaving is just proof that you don't trust me. It hurt, Evan. I like you, and I thought you felt the same. If you really like me as you said, then believe me when I say I will never abandon me. You will have to leave me first! I know it's hard, but would you at least try? Please." Adam declared before gently leaving a butterfly kiss on Evan's still stunned lips. The warrior looked with bloodshot eyes at the man, hoping for some sort of reaction.

He didn't get disappointed as the giant scooped him up, both legs around his waist, and plunged him into a deep french kiss, trying to convey his turmoil of emotions.

Gratefulness was one of them.

Hey dear readers, we learnt more about Evan's past!

What happened with his mom? And with his dad?

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