Days of Living with Cute Man

At the dusking of the day, the sun conceals its presence behind the glooming woods of Lance, the supreme and largest kingdom in the western plains, ruled by his majesty; King Eric Levia. Along a rocky narrow path leading out of the woods rode a stallion mounted by Elroy, an average heighted fair alluring boy in his mid-twenties, with a good physique. He smiled so cheerfully even the unkind twilight breeze rejoiced in his short brunette hair.

“At last Celsius, our search is finally over.” Elroy said, stroking the mane of the stallion, gazing up at the walls of Lance miles away.

At about half a mile, Elroy halts his stallion on seeing a boy struggling with a sack; out of his gentle heart he trots his stallion closer to the boy with an intention of help.

“Do you need help boy?”

“Sure, I’ll be highly grateful” replied the young lad

Elroy immediately dismounts Celsius then walks up to the boy and lifts up the sack from the swollen hands of the young lad.

“Wow!” he exclaimed “This is heavy, what’s in it?” he asked with a suspicious thought.

“Muerte y anos de sustantivo (Death and years of suffering)”

“Aha, you must be from the East.” Elroy replied jokingly, not knowing what the young lad had said to him.

After mounting the sack on the back of his horse, a familiar stench came upon his nose; as he tries to grasp the stench a flash of lightning struck behind him, not too bright, but enough to cast a huge shadow in front of him. Elroy instantly turned around in a bit to draw his rapier, but what he witnessed was far beyond him.

He trembled in fear as chills strolled down his spine, for the aura blazing out into the atmosphere signified nothing but death. Before Elroy came back to the realism of the situation; he found himself spinning in the air, with a brutal force enough to knock a child out cold landed on the ground meters away from the creature.

The creature saw no pity in devouring Celsius alive; it nibbled and chewed like it hasn’t eaten for days. Elroy, on the verge of blacking out saw a flash of blinding white light followed by the head of the beast gyrating into the dark.

At once Elroy opened his eyes with a weighty breath then exhales at a snail' pace.

‘What a nightmare?’ He thought, but came to realize he was lying on a bed stationed on a bunk in an unknown room; with each hand chained to each handle of the bunk. Likely to be owned by a shaman, it was stuffed with various sizes of kegs oozing with medicinal stench. Looking at his reflection casted upon the window by his side, he could see a white cloth tied round his head as well as a man standing by the entrance of the room.

“Hey! You” He called out to the tall sender man, with bristly white hair dressed in black wooly cloak, who gently turned to him, “Why have I been restrained?”

“Don’t pretend to be innocent chap.” The man said, disgust roving all over his ripened face, “either way my pay shall come.”

“Let me go this instant.” Elroy demanded, shaking the bunk as he tries to set himself free.

“You must recompense for the carnages you committed; Sara!!”

A young lady rushed into the room.

“You called for me sir”

“Go get the guard, tell them the boy is awake and fit, don’t forget to collect the silver.”

“Yes sir” Sara agreed then stepped out of the room.

Elroy now lost in the confusion of how he ended up in such an obscure situation, kept arguing in his thoughts failing to notice the shaman falling down unconscious due to a hard whack to the back of his head, nevertheless he soon came back to reality when he saw a light skin young lady, endowed with rare magnificence holding a wooden staff; she had the expression of one who wouldn’t hesitate to run into evil, her dark hair knotted to a bun at the back of her head along with the brown leather sleeveless and trousers she wore crowned it all.