I had almost forgotten. The smell of burning wood. The smell of fire licking the undersides of dry carbon.
Forgive me if I finished the stew. It was going cold. And I couldn't resist. There were crab chunks in it! Crab chunks!
That's when I saw it. The huge pillar of flame in the sky. Smoke poured from the forest like God had left his microwave on for top long. Which I have actually seen before. So I decided to go for a walk in the forest. And I decided to so happen to walk past the area.
As I so happened to pass by, I saw the bonfire. You were lucky I decided against bringing you with me, child. I never want to smell the stench of rotten flesh again.
A mountain if corpses, piled as high as it would allow, burned in the moonlight. A circle was drawn around the bodies in white chalk. And on the tallest tree in the clearing was the sing of a bird in a circle, burned there with a hot poker.
Jäger was the inscription below it. Hunter.
Fine. If you're the hunters, I'll be the gamekeeper.
Now about these fellows here...
Oh.
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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...
