These powerless breeds were the first to get consumed by the over exceeding population of the mightier creatures that dwelled largely in the forbidden forests around the tribe’s vicinity.
"Okay, mom." Tristan replied while smiling.
"Hey, Pop! Me and mom are going to town right now? Anything you want when we come back?!" Tristan roared his question out.
"Rascal! Don't disturb my sleep! Bring me a gallon of wine if you have the money to buy it!" Warren responded in an equal lion's bellow.
Different from Tristan’s delicate relationship with his mother, the way he treats his father was quite more easy going.
It was almost comical to see how their heads leveled lower than where their waists were. But the trio did not mind such meaningless things at all.The person before them was one of the hunters in the village. A man that has faced wild creatures in the dark and lived to tell the tale. Many times. In constant repetition.Nobody among them three doubted that this man could kill them with but a throw of a knife or a simple twist of their little necks."See me in my house after lunch. All of you. And you better not be late." These were Master Nuran’s parting words before he left the three wall defenders to wonder amongst themselves.
"Indeed, Joseph. But rejoice not this early in the day. I have yet to see the product after all. If it's still the same as the past ones, hmmmm..."Tristan paused his words here since the rest needed not to be uttered any longer."I promise you, Master Tristan! We have the goods this time around!" Joseph pledged and his heart throbbed for the excitement that began to rise anew in his heart.If indeed they strike gold this time then the implications for his group would be tremendous!They could begin infiltrating unto the other towns and begin doing business there without any consequences whatsoever.
Fifteen minutes later and not a couple of twists and hidden doors entered, they finally arrived at their destination.With how they took at least 3 stairs of descent, it would not surprise anyone that they were now below the bed of the earths.An underground maze that paved the way to both exit and shady dealings of the Caister Weasels."It's still here, Master Joseph! Just like I told you." Howard announced proudly. He brought an item out from an inconspicuous drawer from a range of tens of the like in the last chamber they visited.They were inside one of the most ingenious hidden rooms in a sea of seemingly inartistic array
"I apologize, Master Tristan. It was not my intention to imply such unseemly matters before you." Joseph bowed low and with this action, his faithful servant also mirrored his subservient pose.The boy could kill them with ease if that was his desire. They would breath their last and won't even know how they died in the end. A meaningless death for anyone."No offense was taken, Joseph. Forgive me if you thought otherwise." Tristan muttered softly. He was not that small minded to punish mortals with prejudice.Even if they were criminals and scum like the ones before him. Tristan pocketed the item along with the pricey looking box that came with it.
"You're at marrying age already, Tristan. Do you want me to introduce a bride for you?" Sarah asked after a while.What she was really trying to say was to purchase a bride for her son but Sarah was wise enough to approach the delicate topic with subtlety."HAK!""HAK!""HAK!" Tristan acted surprised. Even some bits of food and milk were regurgitated out his nose.Indeed, with a man who has lived for countless eons, acting was like second nature for Tristan. Life was but a play after all. An important lesson he learned after the vast experiences he had i
“But with a face like this...” Tristan doubted that it would even matter for anyone else but him. In the end, he erased the stray musings from his mind.He never cared for what others thought of him in the first place anyway."I said stop your nonsense already, Tristan!" Sarah tried to admonish like a strict mother. But these hard words were betrayed by a giggle or two from the woman. This was why she loved her son so much.Even though he appeared laden with all his physical abnormalities but he never acted differently from any other children.In fact, Sarah had never even seen Tristan cry or appear mildly disturbe
"WHOOSH!" an agile almost unseen object flew in the distance, only to come back from whence it came and landed obediently at the hands that let it fly in the first place.With how strong a family of a village hunter was, being consumers of the most potent parts of a magical beasts body, making this throw was elementary.What was more amazing was the technique displayed by Tristan. To be able to send off a normal looking knife at the trajectory he did required exquisite mastery over the thrown weapon.It was definitely something that took years and maybe decades of practice. One that this hideous looking boy certainly was not.
There was a scene of broken parts of humans and the crimson flow along their flesh's edges several years ago.For the first time in the ten years of his new life, Tristan saw the look of horror on his mother's face. And it was directed straight at him.He promised from that day onward that he will never recreate the same event again. At least not in front of his second mother in life, Sarah."Why are you not eating your lunch, mom? Do you want me to get you something better?" Tristan asked after he finished the unpalatable food he got used to eating."Hmmm... Nothing, Tristan. I just love to look at you enjoy your meal so exub