Death of the ghost (4)

Malphus, who had received the fruit from the kind elder man took a bite from the fruit, his mouth noisily munching and crunching on the scrumptious fruit that had been given to his earlier. With the guard out of sight, he took the other end of the alley which was narrow in the passage. His grey eyes swept across the little space to see cobwebs and dirt that had come to be accumulated in time as the people around and in the village had stopped using it.

The human didn't know why his step-mother often sent someone to tail him, it wasn't as if he would defame the family name but then, thought Malphus to himself. Either he wasn't part of the family or his step-mother wasn't part of the family. It was either one of the two possibilities which only came down to that they were far from being related. Not by name nor by blood.