All the troubles created in the older mans head abruptly found their end to make room for new misery. Someone or rather something decided to practice their aim. Everything around them went flying. Dirt, rocks, boulders almost a relief to not have mountains on this listing. Villagers crying for help. Seeking shelter. No protection in the tent. No where to run. The man tried to shield himself with an empty plate. A negligible endeavour. Strong enough for hope yet too fragile to withstand more than a pebble. Soon his shield was shattered into a million pieces. One of the shards cut right through the chefs outfit, staining it blood red.
Why did it have to end here?
He always assumed that food poisoning would be the reason he passed early. Now he realised that not even the most neglected restaurants he'd been to could frighted him like that.
Only one boy seemingly wasn't caught off guard.
Once more he interrupted the mans thoughts.
Without hesitation he rushed past him towards the danger. His blonde hair slightly brushing the baffled mans head.
Moments later he had made his way trough the flying objects and cut up the legs from the predator.
The chef was still unsure what creature was about to take his life. It seemed to resemble something he'd met before.
Before he could remember there was a flaming arrow put through the creatures head and the threat was gone.
Even more curious now he asked himself who this mysterious kid could be.
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Blondes Battle
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