SPECIAL CHAPTER: A Fragment of Othello's History 1/2

Chaol found a boy in the woods.

It was on the 3rd of May, while the sun sets from the horizons when he found him. He was pale as snow, crouching beside the huge redwood, with his knees tucked against his arms. His eyes were fixed in a blank distance ahead of him. The young boy was flimsy and short. His eyes were dead and his lips were chapped and blue.

Chaol was not very fond of adopting children into his castle, but there were times when there was an exception. He would only invite them if he sees them fit to live and serve him.

He gently approached him and lowered himself to call out to him, softly.

"Hello there..."

"Get lost." the boy immediately spat at him. "Get lost or I will kill you."

"Unfortunately, you can't." Chaol mimics a sad face and sat beside him. "So, how did you die?"

"I'm not dead." he hissed at him.

"A half breed then? Interesting, I haven't talked to a mongrel such as you are, in years."

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