The Beast

"I've a problem, one I believe you can take care of." King Maccus said, walking towards his throne. Weylan narrowed his eyes, not in the mood for deals. However, he listened, his curiosity spiraling. "There is a thief, so to speak, that has been causing me quite some trouble." Weylan laughed at the king.

"I believe you have me confused with a bounty hunter. I hunt creatures, beasts, demons, anything of that range" Weylan said, smiling slightly. The king nodded.

"Of course. But, this thief has been quite a problem. He has patronized my guards, made a fool of the royal family and court, and he has stolen over half of my wealth. He managed to steal of 5,000 gold pieces. In one night." The king nearly yelled. Weylan whistled then froze.

"He? I told you I hunt supernatural beings only. I don't hunt humans. It gets to sentimental. A family member or loved one or someone always comes crying and tries to kill me. Beasts are unloved. They do not have friends or family." Weylan stated calmly, but there was past behind it, making the king wonder how he knew about all this.

"I assure you he has no friends nor family." The king remarked, almost kindly.

"I've come to hunt monsters, not bandits." Weylan stated clearly, pointing at King Maccus. The king narrowed his eyes.

"Oh but he is a monster." The king nearly whispered. Weylan paused, obviously intrigued.

"How is he a monster?" Weylan asked cautiously.

"First of all, he has magic." The king stated.

"What type?" He asked, bored slightly.

"Druid." Weylan turned his heads at the word. No one had Druid magic anymore. "And.." The king shifted uncomfortably. "His eyes..." The king shivered.

"What about them?" Weylan asked hurriedly.

"They... Are... Golden." The king looked horrified, obviously afraid of these eyes. Weylan said nothing, only thought and stared. "The people of the south call him Déor, meaning wild animal or deer."

"And what do you call him?" Weyland asked, his voice cold as ice.

"We call him...The Beast