Cast Out (Book 1 Done; Book 2 In-Progress)

Book 2 Chapter 1

There was a sunny forest out in the middle of practically nowhere. It was a relatively young forest, as the trees that were there had not grown too big or thick yet. Sunlight shone down through the gaps between the trees, birds chirped and sang their uplifting songs, deer froliced and played, and fish energetically swam through a river which ran through several of the glades in the forest. All in all, everyone and everything in the forest was having a magical (of the type that doesn't need mana) and amazingly great day.

....Except for a person in a white robe that was shouting and screaming angrily at the sky.

His robe was sleeveless, as if they'd been torn off. Where normally a robe would have a circular hem where it would near the ground, this one had slits torn into it so that you could more freely move around.

In any case, this man had bright, piercing silver eyes, with hair so white that anyone that looked at it would've thought that it had been bleached.

This definitely wasn't some young man that had just set off on some adventure in the world. He wasn't even some guy in his prime, ready to face the unknown.

Anyone who looked at him could easily tell you, "Yep, that's an old guy alright".

You could guess that he was in his mid-60's from the wrinkles on his face, but he definitely wasn't someone that had spent their whole life indoors. No one would call him a bodybuilder by any stretch of the definition, but he wasn't particularly thin either. You could definitely tell that he'd probably been something in his prime, but age had caught up to him and had already made him half as strong as he used to be.

Other people in their old age might go to a place of nature and bask in the amazingness that is tranquility, meditate on whatever comes after life, or even just feed the birds and other small animals that frolic around. But this old man was....unique.

Okay, he was completely, absolutely, downright abnormal and weird.

There in that clearing was an old man in his mid-60's with a head full of white hair, shouting obscenities at the sky, giving "the bird" with both hands to all of the actual birds that were flying high above him, while simultaneously stomping repeatedly on the ground in a huge fit of anger.

"F*CK YOU!! F*CK ALL OF YOU D*MN SH*TTY SYSTEM ADMINS! F*CK YOUR MOMS! YOUR SISTERS! YOUR AUNTS! YOUR GRANDMAS! AND EVERYONE ELSE THAT YOU KNOW!!"

Yep... anyone that was looking would've seen an old man throwing a tantrum like a 6 year old boy that didn't get the candy he wanted.

Albeit with a more colourful vocabulary.

So who was the culprit that made all of this happen?

A gold coin which was laying on the ground, its shiny surface glinting in the sunlight.

"WHY THE FRIGGIN HELL?!! WHY? WHY. THE. F*CK. DOES. THIS. SH*T. HAPPEN. TO. ME?!!" Each word was punctuated with a hard stomp to the ground. Hard enough, in fact, that each stomp actually shaved off a few of his health points each time.

Despite how much he stomped, however, the ground remained untouched and undisturbed.

None of the playful woodland creatures even took notice of his weird behavior either, and just continued about their business like everything was completely normal. In fact, it was almost like none of them could actually see him at all.

As the old man kept up his shameful behavior, a little fawn that looked suspiciously like B*mbi started circling the spot where the 60+ year old man was. Its nose twitched in curiosity before it... leapt right through him!

That's right. It leapt right through his body.

The old man didn't even flinch as he kept ranting and shouting up at the sky. After all, this kind of thing had already happened more than 10 times in the past few minutes.