"This is new."
"Yeah! I learned how to do it while you were gone. Neat, huh?"
"Richard likes you now?"
"We have a mutual understanding."
"He doesn't look like when he stabbed me in the-oof!"
"He also likes to tackle people now."
"I can feel that. Oh god that's heavy."
"How was the trip alone?"
"Quiet. Relatively mundane. No boars sitting on me though."
"I saw the rope next to my bed. I knew what was coming."
"That was for today's fishing trip!"
"We still haven't repaired the boat. It's been a year."
"Oh. That must have been the debris I saw on the way back."
"How was the trip. You didn't even finish the pot of stew. Something's bothering you. What?"
"Nothing."
"Fine. Sulk. I'll be by the ocean. Not sulking."
I didn't tell him about the destroyed village. I didn't tell him about Jäger. And I certainly didn't tell him about the shadow in the corner of my eye. The shadow only I could see.
And how I had seen it before. So many ages ago.
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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...
