"So how was fishing, boys? I see you're all drenched and tired. Anything interesting happen?"
"No, mam."
"How was my little boy, Asura?"
"Boy. Not sure you can call him much of a boy since he started walking at the age of two months."
"Sorry, I can't get this ringing out if my ears. How was he again?"
"Just fine, ma'am."
"Wonderful! And I see you brought something for dinner. That looks quite fresh."
"Yeah, must have cost an arm and a leg."
"Why do you say that Asura?"
"Yeah, why Asura?"
"Both of you, like mother like son. I wish the shark had gotten to you first."
"You what?"
"I said if only I had gotten a fish first."
"That's what I thought. Well, I won't keep the fish waiting. Dinner, Asura?"
"I'll be there at 7."
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasiTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
