I didn't see you today, Magrathea. Weird. You would normally wander into the forest even at the age of four. What's keeping you?
I've become used to your presence here while I hunt. Remember the tree we marked? In the centre of the woods? It still stands, two years old.
I went to your village just to make sure. And sure enough, no one was home. Since the house had been burned down overnight. I remember dropping the wild boar I was carrying and running to the nearest crowd. I remember seeing your family surrounded by the entire village.
Bandits. In the mountain where the forest meets the lake. I remember feeling a full ache in my chest.
And then I was at the bandits' camp.
There was blood everywhere.
And I was standing at the centre of all the gore, like a devil in his throne room.
This devil was terrified.
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo 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...
