A young boy sat in a field. This child seemed enthralled with the details of the world, from the smallest of insects,and to the sky above. Not missing a single thing, but it seems he was oblivious to those that circled him. They were all boys. All of them varied in age and appearance. In fact, one looked as if his parents slammed a door into his face, and another could be considered a descendant of a god. Though those appearances can be deceiving, and the boy knew well that in this case it was true.

"So, what s-s-should we d-d-do tod-day?" the boy with the smashed face snickered.

"Hmm... I was thinking we could... Ah! How 'bout we make him filthy like the mongrel he is!"

"H-how?"

"Throw him into the villages slop."

'Villages slop...' the young boys eyes widened.

"You can't!" he pleaded.

The pretty boys face writhed into a revolting smile.

"Oh, but we can. Pick him up." he ordered.

The fellow boys grabbed the small boys arms, disregarding his wriggling. Being older, of course, these boys were physically developed more. They also have the benefits from training with the sword. He continued wriggling until they came upon a gathering of buildings. It was the village square where merchants and the like gathered, and not a place the boy wanted to attract attention. Today it was especially crowded. Mowing through the crowded square the older boys continued until they reached a ditch, not too far from the square.

"Here we are..." the pretty boy said.

The younger boy looked to him, then down the ditch. It looked as if it had no bottom, and a pungent smell rose from within. Tears filled the eyes of the young boy, and his face turned deathly pale.

'Not there, anywhere but there!' his mind raced.

"Please, no, don't do this!" he pleaded.

The older boys smiled.

"Do what? We're just throwing' out the trash, and it happens to be you." the pretty boy said.

With that they pushed him in, laughing as they did.

The younger boys face filled with terror. As he fell he flipped around, and tears streaming down his face. The pit enveloped him darkness. He reached the bottom, and fell into a mushy mess of mystery. Teary eyed the small boy sat there, unable to fully cry.

'Do not give them what they want.' he thought. Though he really wanted to

let loose, and cry his worries away.

The pit was pitch black, and unable to see he was unsure of where to go. Deciding on a decision he moved forwards, but was met with resistance. All the trash, and who knows what, allocated at the bottom had become a mass of mush. It's texture similar to chewed food. Thinking ahead he had plugged his nose as he fell. This protected him from the pungent smell, and spared him of losing his lunch.

Walking blindly with one hand waving in front of him, he continued on. Not to long after his hand made impact with something soft. He assumed what he was touching was the wall, but it had a rough texture, and was covered in grime. There was a rise and fall forcing his hand to slide down off of it.

'I-is it moving?'

A growl, a low, menacing growl rose up, and resounded around him. He froze, not wanting to acknowledge the situation he was in. Inside he was frantically trying to think of what to do, and it seemed as if an answer would never come.

Then it stopped. Its absence left him in silence, but then there was movement. The slush around the boy’s legs began pushing past him throwing his balance off. He stumbled, and then fell onto his backside. Even submerged in the waste he didn’t notice. What kept his attention was the mass that made it move like that. In return two glowing eyes reveled themselves. They were a pale yellow, and its pupils were slits.

The glow of the eyes illuminated the vicinity. Trash, food, materials, anything one could think of throwing away, made the mush. And the owner of the eyes was a black mass, with a mouth big enough to swallow a horse.

The boy was petrified.

The mass opened its mouth, and seemed to focus on the boy.

‘This is where I die.’ he thought.

“What are ye doin’ down here youngling’?”

“It spoke!”

“Never mind that young one, yer kind don’t belong down here, especially you.” the mass spoke, but the last part the boy couldn’t quite catch.

“H-how am I supposed to get out then?” his voice trembled in response.

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Meanwhile up above the older boys had stuck around, seeing if their torments could get a reaction. So far there was none, but a low growl. It surprised them but that was a little while ago, and there hasn’t been much sound since. The pretty boy sighed in disgust, irritated.

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“Why don’t we just get out of here?”

“W-what if the g-g-guardian finds out?” the boy with the smashed face said. He looked anxious.

‘Well wouldn’t we just say that he fell?’ the pretty boy thought.

“Well just lie then, it’s not like the mongrel is liked by the majority. There won’t be punishment, we’re doing a service.”

“O-oh, that’s r-right!” the other boy responded.

The other bystanders looked at the wicked smiles the two had formed. Not wanting any of it they ran off.

“Don’t say we were ever here!”

“Che! Scum, they don’t see it.”

“Y-yeah!” the other boy shadowed.

They both looked back at the pit, and just above the pit was the younger boy. The two were simply astonished at this sight. The boy was covered in filth, but it seemed he didn’t mind, and his face was filled with wonder. Though that didn’t last long as he snapped out of it, and he leaned forward pushing his momentum down towards a ledge. He caught the ledge quickly climbing up so the two couldn’t push him down.

The other two boys simply stood there, their mouths agape, and their eyes wide.

‘That’s a great look on the two.’ The younger boy thought.

“Ilran, how did you do that? I demand an answer scum!” the pretty boy yelled.

Ilran simply stuck his tongue out, and bolted into the direction of the village center. Forgetting of his terrible hygiene condition. While the other boys still with mouths agape, turned to look down the pit.

“W-what is that?!” the other boy yelled.

A pink, fleshy, thing rose up from the pit, and knocked the other two down. Both screeched screams that sounded of bloody murder. A couple villagers heard these blood curdling screams, and ran over. Oblivious to what was committed, and what happened at their local dump.

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“Guardian, guardian!” Ilran yelled at the top of his lungs to break through the chatter in the village. Lost in the moment he forgot his place. He also didn't want to attract the attention of the whole square, but he did just that.

They had all turned to look at the walking trash lump. Some ignored it, but they couldn't escape the sight of a smell. Their eyes began to water as the smell lingered into their noses. Most fled into a nearby shop while some just continued their work, with a cloth over their nose.

“It’s just that.”

“Hey, isn’t that...?”

“Look away! The gods frown upon his kind.”

Ilran took note to the scorn, and looked down, deflated. Their words reminded him of his differences. He quickly covered his ears, their point and length unique to a dying race. Almost wiped out by war, and the rest enslaved to the victors. A man approached the deflated kid, and crouched down in front of him.

“You called?” he spoke.

His familiar voice resonated in Ilrans ears, and he perked up. He looked up to the man, his face was angular, and his eyes were dark. Features that Ilran had found comfort in as he grew.

“Guardian, I just met an amazing monster. It was the size of a house, and had an old wise voice. Oh! He also had glow-“ Ilran stopped. The guardian had motioned to be quiet.

“Tell me more once you have bathed.” he said.

Ilran nodded, and quickly dart off farther into the village. The guardian sighed, and shot a look at the villagers who were watching. Their gazes were of disgust, and pity.

‘What will I do with that boy?’

‘You’ll keep your promise. That’s what you’ll do.’

‘I know I’ve become fond.’

‘Hmph...’ the other voice receded.

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I’m going to pretend I didn’t change this chapter two times, and I promise this is the last time. I had to change into third person POV (Not very good in this POV) due to the prologue being in third person. I sorta fell into my old habit of writing in first person, but I found errors in how I was going to continue. Since third person is not my strong suit I strongly recommend some feedback to help with the content!

Oh, and the MC's name is i-l-r-a-n, I find it hard to distinguish the I and l when they are like that.

Well, onto the next!