"Well that was fun."
"Don't move, Asura, you're messing up the bandage. You're lucky Magrathea ran for help when he did."
"I told you, I don't need the bandage. I'm healed. See?"
"..."
"Wait, what?"
"How is that..."
"I'm healed. So what?"
"Asura. No one can heal a wound that runs through their vitals so fast. Even with the usual herbs, the bleeding shouldn't have stopped in time for you to make it this long."
"How long has it been?"
"Fifteen minutes."
And all the while Magrathea was staring at me from under the pine where the dead boar lay. His eyes were wide open, none blinking and filled with an emotion he had obviously never felt before.
Fear.
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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...
