Bittu’s future was all set in stone with that one act of gouging the eye. Like a wood tossed in fire, all he could do now was burn.
Seeing that pitiful state Bittu was in, Edgar’s anger softened a tad. “Your eye is gone.” He spat out the truth.
Those four words crushed all of Bittu’s hopes. “No!” he cried and sobbed. “You’re lying. No!” If he had his eyeball, there was still a slightest chance of him regaining his sight, but without it, he lost that last ray of hope, as transplanting someone else’s eyes would be a lot more harder.
“Take it however you want,” Edgar coldly said. “Just as much as I want to kill you, I also want you to suffer. Repent for your sins and change your ways, otherwise, the next time we meet will be your last day.” Before he was finished with his words, Fabby stepped toward him.
Edgar’s attention immediately turned toward his sister. He moved away from Bittu and ran into her embrace. Seconds passed, but only silence took the stage. Edgar was tall for a thirteen-year-old, but he only came up to her shoulders. And it almost looked as if a son was hugging his mother.
“I was scared,” warm tears flowed down her cheeks, and she hugged him tighter. “I thought I lost you, too.”
Even though Edgar tried his best to not cry, tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Fabs, for getting you worried.”
“No, you came back,” she heartily spoke. “That’s what matters.”
“I promised you, didn’t I? That even if I die, I’d find a way to come back to—” As he was saying, she put her hand on his mouth.
“Don’t speak such words,” she said.
As time passed, Edgar looked at his hand, only to realize that he had long squashed the flowers in his hands, for his hands were empty. “There’s so much I want to talk to you about, but this isn’t the time to wallow in our emotions. We should leave this place first.”
After pausing a moment, Fabby sniffed twice and broke out of the hug. “You are right.”
“Y-You are not a ghost,” the people who were hiding in the rooms till now came out. “If you’re leaving, then please take us with you.”
But then some people still had doubts. “Maybe he’s a zombie, and he will eat us all after taking us out into the woods.”
“But he looks clean!”
“Still, can we trust him?”
As the people selfishly chatted, Edgar looked at them with an unyielding gaze. “I don’t want to carry dead weight,” he was blunt. And his words shocked them, even though they weren’t expecting any nice words to come out of his mouth. It really was an irony, because they all used to call him a dead weight after he had gotten crippled by Bittu. None of those people had ever shown their good side to Edgar, not even once that he could think back on. Nobody other than Dobo had time to spare for a cripple, except for to ridicule him in order to get on the good side of other watchers. He was so constantly picked on that he lost count on how many times every person had hurt him with their tongues and limbs. He had sympathy for them, but that wasn’t enough. Maybe if he even had an inch of respect for them, he might’ve parted with them on better terms.
And Edgar’s words made it clear to the slaves that he didn’t fight for them.
Besides, taking more slaves with him would only increase his chances of getting caught. He simply couldn’t risk that for those who were so hurtful and shameless.
“Edgar…” Just then a fifty-year-old man stepped forward and said, “Don’t you remember? I’ve taught you how to massage. So please take me and my family along.”
“You didn’t teach me out of your own volition, Old Chaw,” Edgar said. “You did it because you were ordered to. And... Do you think I forgot how you used to treat me in the initial days? Just because you had some experience, you treated me like an ant. And to be honest, you didn’t really teach me much because you were probably afraid that I’d replace you. It was me who learned most of it all on my own.”
Chaw tilted his head down in regret. Though he didn’t physically beat Edgar, he purposely made verbal remarks on Edgar’s abilities and how he was useless as a slave, even for indoor works. And now, he wished that he had treated Edgar better.
Fabby, meanwhile, walked over to one of the girls named Deepa, a blonde who was her friend, and asked her to come along, but that girl had someone she loved, so she rejected Fabby’s offer. Fabby then whispered something in her ears, startling her, especially because the last words included, ‘good things come to those who wait.’ The blondie then nodded, leaking out a bit of a grateful smile. Fabby then waved goodbye.
Soon, Edgar grabbed his sister’s hand and walked away without looking back.
Unable to control their frustration, some slaves let their mouths run.
“You think you are some hot shit just because you got a bit stronger?”
“Like others who fled before, you will fail to cross the Tempting Woods.”
“Yeah, we don’t want to join someone who’s looking for death.”
Edgar, however, didn’t even heed their words.
Meanwhile, Bittu was also hurrying away out of that corridor like a lost pup. Having lost both of his eyes, he was no longer eligible to be a watcher. He could still be made into a slave, but he knew that if he stayed there longer, then people would kill him and likely throw that crime on Edgar, so he ran as fast as he could, despite bumping into the walls numerous times. Not a lick of confidence and arrogance he carried everyday as the head watcher could be seen from his fleeing self now.
But as fate would have it, the dogs that he had treated poorly saw this as a chance and ganged up on him and left not an inch on his body unbitten. The dogs didn’t even let him cry, for one dog bit on his face. Though he struggled, he stood no chance.
Meanwhile, Edgar and Fabby were now walking down the mountain, holding hands. “Do you think we can make it past the Tempting Woods?” she asked, taking a long look at her brother, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time.
“It doesn’t matter what we think,” Edgar replied, also looking back at her, though his eyes were filled with determination at the moment. “We have no other choice.”
After what they had done, there was no turning back.
Tempting Woods, the name, as per popular belief, was solely given from the slaves’ perspective, for they had always seen the woods as their means to escape. Still and all, the creatures dwelling in those woods weren’t something regular humans could hope to intimidate, let alone defeat. The only hope the slaves had was that they could somehow get through those woods without getting seen. Till date, no one knew if any slave ever made it out of the woods and stepped in the world on the other side.Currently, in the morning, Edgar and Fabby were resting outside a rather small cave tucked away in tall bushes, eating roasted meat of a boar that Edgar had caught and killed.Though Edgar was right next to her, Fabby was feeling tense. After all, there were tall trees around her in the distance. And from high up in the trees, a few monkeys were looking right
Wee~!! Cree~!! Boo~~!! Six monkeys sat on the side and played the audience role in the fight between Fabby and the leader of the troop. The leader actually played with her in the beginning by making her run around. Then it had her arm in its mouth and bit her hard enough she thought her arm would fall off. And then it got rough with her in many other ways through scratching and kicking. Even though she kept trying, she couldn’t even get an inch closer to the monkey, which always seemed to have heightened senses. And she could see the cockiness the leader exuded, as though suggesting to her that it could eat her alive if only her brother wasn’t around. If anyone were to ever tell her that animals didn’t have a soul inside them, she would surely reject that idea and show them the expression the leader was making. T
As she looked around at the one-meter odd tall spikes all around her, she was left in awe and disbelief. Was it really her who did that? So many thoughts ran in her mind, but the ends of her mouth ever so subtly rose by themselves.Edgar, on the other hand, was calculating things in his mind. He had to go through hell of a physical training to unlock Drive, but he didn’t want Fabby to experience such tireless practice. So he bet on her absorbing the core would be a better thing to do. As for unlocking the drive, she could slowly get closer to that. Though his Master told him that physical training wasn’t necessary to unlock one’s Drive and that it could also be achieved through severe mental training, Edgar knew where that path would lead. He just didn’t want his sister to put through the mental burden again. The trauma she had gone through all these years was already too much. If t
In the early morning, loud noises woke Edgar and Fabby out of their sleep. They tracked the source of the voices, and there was a group of three fighting a ten-foot-tall gorilla with an intimidating build. Two of them were dressed in black, and the third in white. “That’s one big gorilla,” Fabby was startled. She could feel her heart picking up speed. “It’s breaking trees with ease.” The monkeys she practiced fighting with were nothing compared to this monster. Even Lice might not last more than a couple of punches. “Yeah, those guys are not bad,” opined Edgar, squinting his eyes as he observed the patterns with which the beast moved, “but the difference in skill is a bit too much.” Both of them were watching from a higher ground, while hiding in the bushes. And a few dozens of feet behind them were t
Some days later.In the western border of Orseya Town, two guards were resting on their rock benches, guarding the entrance leading into the town. A man was coming from the woods, having killed a deer with a longbow, and the guards took the antlers before letting him pass.On either side of the entrance, a good ten meters away from them, there were dozens of metallic boxes placed in a row. There were grains in those boxes with open doors. And there was water placed in a wide saucer next to the box. Birds came alone or in groups, drank water and then stepped into the boxes for the grains. The doors of the boxes then suddenly shut, trapping the birds inside.“There aren’t many birds visiting this year, other than crows and pigeons,” one of the guards said. “I wonder what’s the reason.&rdq
Not long after entering the town, Fabby saw a public well and stopped there to drink water. Edgar, on the other hand, went to an old man who was sitting on a rock and was chewing on some leaves. Before Edgar spoke, the old man gave him a glance and scanned him from top to bottom and then said, “Want something, lad?”“How big is this town, sir?” asked Edgar, as softly and politely as he could.“Big enough to breathe,” the old man sarcastically said. He surely didn’t like how the boy was being over polite, which came across as acting.Just then a horse cart was passing by. The cart was being ridden by three horses with a lot of sparkling metal glaring at everyone as though pridefully begging to be looked upon. A couple of thieves hiding in a nearby tree jumped onto the road an
“A recommendation from a well-known figure, huh…” Fabby was tapping her finger on her chin, while strolling down a street. “We don’t know anyone in this place. This could get tricky.” “Mm,” nodded Edgar. “Though he talked about impressing some masters of some sect, he also said that it’s very rare to come across them.” He was thinking back on how he spent five bronze for the food and five more for obtaining information. “So, I think we can only focus on the baronet of this town. Do you think we should go and meet him first?” “No, that’s risky and reckless,” Fabby slowly shook her head. “Rather than us going directly to the big fish, it’s better that we go through someone else.” “Someone else?” “Let’s find out who are the important families in the town,” she stretched
A girl in an orange dress, and a boy in a red shirt and blue pants were strolling in the streets, both looking pleased. The pants covered his ankles, where the socks that came with the dress covered hers. Edgar was holding a bag that had towels and some other simple goods, including their old ragged clothes. They just couldn’t throw those away. Even though they hadn’t bathed, they changed into new attire for obvious reasons. “I can’t believe you got a thirty percent discount,” Edgar was smiling like a child that had just won a competition. “He wasn’t raising it above twenty, but when you mentioned that you may bring some friends over in the future, he suddenly became willing to up the discount.” “Well, if you look at it from his perspective, not many are visiting his store compared to other stores,” Fabby didn’t