On a bright sunny day, under the shade of a tall tree, sat a young man gazing at the sky.

He had gray hair, green eyes and sharp eyebrows which made him look imposing and stoic. Although he was just 16 years old, he looked older because of his lean body and tall stature. If you look at him, the first impression you would get is that, he has probably done a lot of hard labor as a kid. He got thick callouses on his hands from chopping wood and fetching buckets of water every day.

His name was Basile Veer.

“It’s almost noon, I better get home or I’ll get in trouble again… uuugh” Basile thought.

He picked up the bundle of wood at his side and carried it as he started to walk home. He had a tiring morning chopping wood, so he really looked exhausted.

It was getting hotter as it was almost noon time and sweat was dripping from his forehead like a river. He needed to get home fast.

While he was walking in a hurry, he suddenly bumped into someone.

Since he couldn’t clearly see there was somebody in front because of the wood he was carrying, he bumped so hard that he fell on his butt.

“Aaargh!... What in the seven god's!!... Are you freaking blind!?” A man groaned in pain as he was hit in the face by the bundle wood Basile was carrying.

As the man fell, a slight tremor was felt on the ground. It turned out that this man was fat; really fat.

He had a very strange looking mustache, which was of the color gold. His hair was black and shiny which was parted evenly at the center. It was so slick that even after the man was hit in the face, his hair seemed as if it was a block of stone; untouched and glossy.

The fat man was then held up by two other people who seemed to be his companions. Both of the man’s companions stared at Basile as if they were going to eat him alive.

“I… I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that; it was an accident. I’m really really sorry” Basile felt really apologetic about what happened.

One of the man’s companions then looked at Basile’s face carefully, and a grin was seen on his face.

It turned out that he knows who Basile was. “I know this guy young master… I could not be mistaken about it… He’s Basile, the son of that wench who had no husband and sells wood and other measly stuff”.

Basile’s Eyebrow creased because of what he heard. Hearing somebody call their mother a wench and demean their person is just too uncouth and below the belt.

He immediately changed his countenance as to not rouse anymore ire from the 3 men. Since it was his fault to begin with, he forced to swallow his pride and remained silent.

“Oh?... Not only is this guy blind… he’s also a bastard. Hahahaha”

“If I were him, I’d just jump off a ledge and end my life. Such a horrible life!... Hahahaha” Even though the fat man was holding his red, swollen cheek, that smile of ridicule could still be seen through his face.

“Boy, if it wasn’t with your miserable life, I would’ve cut your hands off and fed it to the dogs by now. Since i feel like being merciful today… Hmmm… How about this… You take your shirt off and we’ll write ~My mother is a wench~ at your back and then you can go home?” A mischievous smile lingered around the fat man's face as if he invented the cure for a deadly desease.

“And don’t even think about trying to take it off because I happened to have a special kind of Ink here, it won’t get washed for like…forever?... Hahahaha.”

“Isn’t this perfect? father wanted me deliver this to the banner maker at the next village and it turned out that, it has other uses today. Hahahaha, how convenient. Aaaw!” He laughed so hard at his idea but then covered his cheek because it hurt even more.

As it turns out, this fat man is the son of the current mayor of Basile’s Village. Basile had heard of him before but this was the first time he saw him.

Based on what Basile understood from what this fat man said, he seemed to be going to another village for a banner. The only one who uses a banner around the village was the mayor.

The banner was a way to signify that a current house was where the leader of a village lives. It also shows what family the mayor of the village belongs to since the banner has a symbol drawn in it. Then based on the description he heard about the mayor’s son, it would be most likely that this fat man is indeed the mayor’s son.

“I bet you would look better with this. So how about it??. It’s a fair deal no?”

Basile’s hand started to shake and clenched into a ball of fist. He was so angry, he stared at the fat man like he could see through his soul.

“Hey!!. Why are you looking at me like that?. Have you really grown tired of living?” the fat man was slightly taken aback by those sharp eyes.

“You know, a pig with a horse tail on his face shouldn’t be talking about what looks better no?” Basile said angrily without even flinching straight at the fat man’s face.

The fat man was speechless for a moment and then slowly touched his mustache and asked his companions “Is he talking about my mustache?”

His companions wanted to laugh, but couldn’t and it made them look like they were constipated. They immediately held their breath because they were afraid that their young masters anger will be diverted to them.

“It seems to be the case, young master” One of the fat man’s companion said with a straight face.

Basile added “While you were busy letting your cows lick your hair every day, many people in town try to work so hard but can only get by for a day!”

The fat man subconsciously touched his hair as if it will fall from his head.

“You are just arrogant because you have it all, you don’t even need to work to get something. You’re just one of those parasites who eats a lot and take people’s money for nothing!”. Basile was so pissed that he seemed to forget who he was talking to. He glared at the fat man and gritted his teeth so hard.

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It was more like he was blurting out all of his frustrations in the world. He was really pissed about his life at this moment. He really had a miserable life, not knowing who his father was and living poorly; barely getting by each day.

“Whaa… What did you say?... you truly don’t want to live anymore!!!”

“Men!... grab that dog and break his limbs!!!... I want him to suffer; don’t let him die easily understood?” the fat man was pointing his shivering finger at Basile out of anger and embarrassment. He thought that if he let this man get away today, he would die of shame tomorrow.

Basile then felt a chill down his spine. He realized what he had done just then. As if he had been drenched with cold water; he immediately stands on guard.

The two men beside the fat man sprang into action. They moved quickly at Basile’s left and right side as if to trap him. That way they could react easily if Basile ever tried to escape. The man on the left, then initiated to pounce on Basile and the man on the right followed afterwards.

As soon as both of them was near, Basile’s heart skipped and started beating faster and faster.

Since the man on the left side was the first to come closer; out of instinct he grabbed the nearest object he could get which was the bundle of wood and threw it at the man.

The man on the left side was caught off guard at the sudden object that flew towards his head. After he was flustered for just a moment, he decided to catch the bundle of wood. As the man successfully catches the bundle of wood, he suddenly felt a burning sensation down his crotch. It turned out that he was kicked in the crotch by Basile.

While grimacing in pain, the man on the left side felt his knees buckle and dropped the bundle of wood. As he was trying to grab his damaged crotch, a fist was hurtling towards his face. Since it happened so fast, he had no time to dodge and was hit in the face, which left him bleeding from his nose. All of this happened in seconds “Oh, Laawd ov ferzilizy!!”. The man grumbling with words, then kneeled down and dropped his face to the ground. The man was unconscious.

Soon after, the man on the right side closed in and started punching at Basile. Since Basile was facing the man on the left side, he had little time dodging what was coming. As soon as he turned his head, Basile was hit in the face and fell face up.

The man on the right side started to attack again and tried to strangle Basile. He was going to choke him. Basile had no time to think and grabbed whatever he can grab near him. Around him was a bundle of wood and dirt only, so in the heat of the moment, he threw what he can throw based on his position. “AAAAARGHH!!... My eyes!!” the man who tried to strangle Basile shouted holding his eyes.

It turned out that the man’s eyes were hit by dirt. Basil then rolled sideways to move away from the man. As the man was holding his eyes, who tried to open them but can’t, Basile grabbed the bundle of wood and smashed it at the man’s head heavily. Now both the fat man’s companions were unconscious.

The fat man who was looking at what happened looked incredulous. He was shocked!

“Waaaa??.. What are you going to do??... do you know who I am??” The fat man blurted out in a desperate attempt to stop Basile from what he was about to do. He was scared.

Because of what happened, the fat man’s instinct told him that this guy might really be out of his mind. This guy probably knows him and still went on to oppose them; Or is he just like a wild beast who don't understand reason at all?

Basile stared at him without doing anything. He thought that if he smacks the hair out of this fat ass, this would probably his last day living free. He thought of many bad things that could happen to him especially to his mother. Even if he was poor, at least he gets to see his mother every day.

So Basile decided to turn around and run away. He wanted to see his mother as if this was the last time he could probably see her.

“Yeaaah!!... you better run!!... the next time I see you will be your last day on this planet!!... Just you wait until I tell my father about this.” The fat man shouted at Basile looking like, a giant thorn was just removed from his throat.

Basile turned around to look at the fat man one more time and saw him so frightened that he jumped and ran like a bloated frog who was trying to escape from a chasing dog. It was so ugly to watch.

Basile ran back towards the village where he lived. The village was quite far from where he had an altercation with the mayor’s son, so it took him about an hour to run back. He also knew that the mayor’s son probably had not reached the village earlier than him because he had no mount to ride on the way back. If the mayor’s son had any mount, he should’ve used it already going towards the next village. Plus, the fact that the mayor’s son was so fat, the man probably had a few stop overs before he could reach the village. The mayor’s son was probably walking because his father wanted him to lose weight or some sort.

After sometime, Basile reached the Village. It wasn’t a very huge village, but it wasn’t small either. At the entrance of the village, one could see a sign board where the name of the village was written.

The village was called the Artesia Village. The Village was a well-known destination for wood crafts and other wood related products. Since the village was surrounded by a large plot of forests, it was reasonable to create businesses related to wood.

Basile entered the village entrance and proceeded towards his home. There he saw someone watering plants in a backyard. She had a long black hair, blue eyes and a skinny body. One could tell that if she was not sick, she probably has not been living well. She was not that old, but she looked like she’s 10 years older than what her actual age really is. She is only 36 years old.

This woman is Basile's mother, Lesile Veer.

“Mother I’m home!” Basile called to her mother looking happy.

His mother looked who it was that called and her eyes lit up and smiled back, but immediately after she responded, she noticed that there was a bruise on his son’s face.

“What happened to your face? Did that hurt? Come here let me take a closer look” Basile’s mother felt worried about what happened to his son as any mother would do.

Basile looked ashamed and pensive. He did not hide anything that happened and told his mother everything. He felt very apologetic and just wanted to bury his head in the ground out of shame. He brought trouble to their home and it seems to have a dire consequence along with it.

“Why would you do that!?” She looked angry but mostly worried about his son.

“You know we can’t afford to offend anyone right?... whats worse is that of all the people youd get in trouble with, it had to be the mayor’s son?”

Basile’s eyes started to get wet. His tears started falling down and like a dam, it burst forth.

“I’m really sorry mom, ~sob~ I just had enough of this people beating us down. They could belittle me, mock me, beat me, but I could never take it if they started insulting you!”

Basile was crying so hard and hugged his mom. He was frustrated and angry. Angry about everything that, his life only amounts to nothing up to this day. His mother started crying too and hugged his son tighter.

She looked like she aged even more after hearing the situation. She didn’t want her son to suffer anymore. She thought that if only there’s something she could do to solve this problem, but she knew there was none. All that she could do was cry until a thought came to her.

“Son, you know that the mayor does not tolerate violence in this village right? Especially now that his son was involved... I’m really sorry for giving you this kind of life Bas… You worked so hard for both of us and I couldn't change a thing" She was crying harder while hugging Basile tighter.

After a moment of crying, she looked at Basile and resoluteness could be seen through her eyes.

"Let’s get inside, I have something to tell you”

Basile didn’t what her mother meant about what she wanted to tell, but he went inside the house and followed her mother anyway.

After they got inside the house and sat at their dining table. His mother then took something from their room. It was a box that looked so old and dusty. The box probably has something special since it looks so special. Even though it was old, it looked like it was crafted by a very famous craftsman. It has intricate designs and has several gemstones around its sides. One thing worth noting about the box is that, if they sold this box, they would probably live for 5 years without working. It was that expensive, at least that was how he appraised it in his mind.

“I never thought I would give this to you so soon, but I think there’s no time” Basile’s mother look reluctant while holding the box.

“When I told you there’s something I need to tell you, it was about this”

“Mom? What do you mean?”

“I think it’s time to tell you about your real birth”