บท 81: Meeting Young Alanor [2]

[UNAR]

[Flashback, Still fifteen years ago, in the midlands forest]

While waiting, the broken boy took a good look at himself. His clothes were dirty and there was a stench coming off of him. He smelled like the blood of his parents, the mix of the harsh sun and the thought nights.

He looked like he had walked out of hell, with the good thing being that his bruises had healed. However, for the first time, he wondered how he hadn't been tracked by the hounds. He was considered in blood and there was nothing those creatures loved more than blood.

They never cared whose blood it was, as long as it was blood.

His bruises had healed, the only evidence of his hurt, being the dried bloodstains.

His feet were still hurting, probably because he had started walking on the harsh forest floor again. His hands were dirty, though he had no memory of how that happened, but it wasn't like he was about to ask anyone anyway.

"Hey!" Unar called out again.