“Hahaha… we got away. You’re not hurt anywhere, are you? Ohh… that ankle looks bad. Why was that fox attacking you anyways? They only go after if you go into their den.” A small boy of about 5 years with ripped clothes and a cut bleeding into his bruised eyed, quizzed with an outstretched hand.

“Why did you save me?” Another boy bigger then the first sat on the ground holding a slightly swollen ankle. He sighed the asked, “What do I owe you?”

“Owe me? Why would you owe me anything? Come on, I know a place where we and fix up your foot.” The he grabbed the bigger boys hand and pulled him up. Then started walking. The other boy had no choice but to limp along while leaning on the smaller boy.

“You, you got hurt helping me. The fox was after me, not you. Don’t you know who I am? Nobody helps us. Don’t you want something from me?” A confused expression could be seen on the boy’s face.

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An incomparably beautiful smile broke out on the still bleeding face.

“Why wouldn’t I help you? By the way I’m Kassian. What’s your name?”

…

In a blood stained room with bodies all around, a hulking man with a tearstained face and a dagger in his back clutched a broken body. The always smiling face was now bloody and frozen in expression of pure grief and anger. A familiar voice sounded in the blood-soaked room.

“I loved you both like my own children. If you want to atone for your mistakes and see Kassian again, then I will help you. However, that most I can grantee is that the two of you will born the same species, and within a year and 100 miles of each other. Then rest is up to you and fate. Goodluck”