Isaiah wanted to save his sick brother so, he signed up for something dangerous, to steal the gem of regeneration from the king of kingdom of darkness. He thought he could do it.
He assumed that he was powerful enough after all the gruesome trainin...
Isaiah didn't bother to eavesdrop anymore and continued to eat. Cree sneakily glanced at Isaiah often.
Feeling uncomfortable being stared at, Isaiah asked, "Do you have something to say to me?"
"N-no.. umm yes.. doyouwanttoattendtheyearlyfestivaltogether?" Cree blurted out in a rushed manner which made Isaiah unable to understand whatever Cree was trying to say.
"Huh?"
"I- I was wondering i-if we can attend the yearly festival together.."
Isaiah didn't know which festival Cree was talking about and he wanted to reach his hometown as soon as possible so with a nonacalant expression Isaiah whispered, "Not interested"
Cree was very sad and his tiny hope was crushed so he sulked while poking the carrot in the stew in front of him with his fork.
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"Won't you consider it? Why don't you want to go with me? Am I not fun enough to be with?"
"I simply don't wish to go"
Unknown to Isaiah, Cree's other hand tremebled and clenched into a fist under the table as a maroon coloured fog wrapped his hand. It was a rare sight where both dark magic and fire magic blended.
Cree's eyes which was staring at his food as he mumbled turned into the same maroon shade but since he was staring at the stew in front of him and didn't look at Isaiah, the aloof boy didn't notice any particular changes with Cree.
Cree's voice became colder and colder as he questioned,"You rather hurry to go to that ghost town than be with me? Do you hate me? You don't want to be with me..is it not fun? Is it stifling just being near me? You just see me as a kid who isn't mature like the adult you? Do you not like me? Not even a little bit? Am I that annoying and do you-"
Isaiah didn't pay attention to Cree muttering stupid words.
He spoke before Cree could completed whatever he was saying, "You are accompanying me out of your own will and I agreed, if you are going to pester me like this, let's bid farewell and I'll generously compensate you and your family for taking care of me after I reach my home"
Isaiah placed his spoon down and headed back to his room.
Cree lost his appetite. He pushed the utensils on the table.
The inn owner became pissed and with an angry look on his face aproched Cree.
"You dare to break them! You unruly kid! Pay me triple the times of the cost of those things you broke or I'll beat you up kid!"
"What did you call me? A kid? Yeah, he thinks I'm a kid too.. he probably doesn't want to befriend a kid and rather be happy and.. s-smile with adults. Have friends other than me and enjoy his time with them.. I'm just a child from his point of view-"
"What are you whispering about? I'm not a patient person! Will you pay the money kid? If not, bring your parents and tell them to pay for it after I beat you up!" The inn owner spat.
The word 'kid' offended Cree and he snapped.
"He won't like a kid like me? If Isaiah doesn't want to bemyfriend, no one else deserves to. It was so simple all along. I should just separate him from people he is close with.. maybe at least then, he will like me and rely on me.."
Cree started laughing loudly which made the hairs on the people's bodies present there, rise and it only got worse after Cree killed the owner who interfered the boy's thoughts when he was in the middle of thinking about his Isandro.
