Chapter 2: The man traveling through a lone road.

A cold wind was washing over the man's face, making his hair flow up, uncovering the ugly scars that were hidden under it. He was walking on the road that rarely saw any foot once in a while.

On his back, you could see two handles of the swords that were put in sheaths. Leather armour covered his body, providing the defence and flexibility needed for a man's profession. A bow with a quiver was hanging from the side of his horse.

It was nearing winter, and the man kept his way towards his home, towards the keep where those like him reside. Unlike anyone would imagine, his body didn't seem bulked with a lot of muscles; instead, sunken cheekbones represented the hunger that the man was facing. His lean body structure that didn't have a single bit of fat showed his athletic body structure.

Under his eyes, which were colour of yellow, with cat-like pupils, you could see bags that showed that the man was also tired from something that was known only to him.

The rustle of leaves and echoes of howls were the only company that was there for him. A lone road that leads into the distance is so simple, but at the same time, you never know if your life path might end or change forever on the next step.

Nobody knew where he held his path, but most knew that messing with such a man is something you should not do since the consequences could be deadly.

Thinking of something, the man smelled a faint fragrance of someone young passing on the road where he was riding. Feeling something strange, he looked around, trying to find the reason for such a smell.

On the ground, he spotted small fresh footprints. Along with them, there were a lot of prints that could be one of the wolves or someone much more dangerous.

People might call him emotionless, and they would be right about it since this is just an aspect anyone doing his job will acquire because there is nothing pleasant in his actions. Stern eyes of the man looked into the distance towards the woods, thinking about the one those prints belong to.

The answer was simple enough, and those were the prints of a human, a child. But the man very much doubted such an idea. This area was not the one where children could easy go while also staying alive.

But even that made man change his destination. He walked off the path and directed his loyal four-leg friend in the direction of woods, where footprints were leading.

"Logan, stay calm," said a man to his horse, showing some kind of sign with his hand. That immediately showed results, and his horse went calm as a moon in the night sky.

He walked inside the dark fir forest. Occasional gusts of winds were rocking the trees, spreading the smell all around, making it hard to track the one that walked there.

The entire ground was filled with old and yellow fir needles, making it hard to leave any trace behind. But the man had only one reliable way to follow the path: to search for the rare footprints left behind.

The deeper into the forest he walked, the harder it was for his horse to continue walking. A number of trees started to get too much for a horse to pass, making it hard for the man to take his friend along. Making a quick decision, he got off the horse.

Once again, showing something like a sign with his hand, he said, "Stay here," and continued to walk deeper. Every step he made created no sound, every breath he took was invisible. Within his eyes, you could spot the extreme focus that he had on tracking the one behind those footprints.

Feeling uneasy, the man's hand automatically reached for the sword's handle. The move was so smooth that you could almost immediately declare that he did this a thousand times.

Unleashing his sword, the man solely focused on being cautious and ready for any sudden attack.

He continued to follow the path before catching the smell of the blood. Carefully looking at the ground, he spotted small droplets of blood.

Squatting, the man rubbed blood between his fingers and smelled it.

"Fresh blood", silently muttered the man in a deep and hoarse voice before shortly humming and concluding ", A beast blood."

This rose his cautiousness to the limits, but neither his face nor his body language had a hint of fear or hesitation to stop his investigation. The only change that appeared on his face was his eyebrows that went down, creating a gloomy face.

The man continued to follow, but his slow and silent walk was destined to stop. In the distance, he heard the hungry beast's groans. Feeling uneasy, the man decided to hurry up and run towards the sound, uncovering his presence.

He rushed towards the sounds of groans that sounded like those coming from Wargs. It didn't take him long when he saw a group of wargs playing with their pray. Chasing after him, the face of the one being chased showed panic and strong fear.

The man seeing the one that Wargs chased after, said aloud, being quite shocked to see someone like him in this area, in the middle of nowhere, "A kid? Here? What in the hell…..

The weak hands of the child were shaking like young wheat on the fields but still were holding a firm grip on the pitchfork that he tried to defend himself with. The child's heart was racing in his chest, pumping the blood and making his veins pulsate while teasing Wargs that were after him.

With his teeth bashing against each other, he shouted, "Get away from me!" droplets of tears were forming in his eyes. His legs were violently shaking, showing that he had already run for a while, already reaching his limit.

You could see how hope in the eyes of the boy slowly started to disappear, like a small flame of the candle slowly extinguishing in his eyes. Leaving nothing but a trail of smoke and terrifying darkness beyond which lies something nobody knows.

Losing strength to continue his struggle, the boy dropped to the ground, with his knees pointing inside. He dropped the weapon that he was holding just a minute before, like without it, he won't be able to resist.

Losing all his strength, his arms dropped, while his head leaned back, looking at the small bit of the sky you could spot through the dark forest. He looked at the sky, muttering something to himself, words that could easily stay unheard by anyone but the man.

"Mother, Father and El, we will soon reunite," said the boy closing his eyes.

At the same moment, huge snowflakes started to descend towards the ground, landing on his cheeks and leaving small red spots on his young and soft skin.

Wargs played enough and rushed at a fresh and pulsating piece of meat, trying to get a bite before it would be too late.

With a violent growl, the beast's sharp teeth were ready to end the boy's life, but before the beast could end the boy's life, the beast dropped dead to the ground. Slightly sliding on the ground and stopping right before the kid, who stopped perceiving the surrounding world, trying to distract himself not to feel the pain.

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