Past
Birds were chirping. The wind was blowing around his ears when he jumped down his tree. The soft pressure of his landing managed to wake his prey.
Nathan's sharp eyes followed the trail of the escaping beast, a wolf. It appeared to be running into a clearing, high green trees soon swallowing it. Nathan clutched his wooden bow tight, feeling its withered wood. He'll need to replace it soon. He drew the bow, his eyes narrowing.
The world seemed to shimmer, only the grey wolf as a tiny spot remained clear.
He let go.
He could hear the arrow's shrill flight route and soon enough, an ear shattering wail was audible.
Nathan brushed his purple hair out of his face and smirked, scratching a line into the nearest oak which already has several others engraved on its trunk.
"Number thirty-seven",muttered Nathan and started to walk happily towards his fallen prey. He won't be getting hungry tonight.
Unless...
"Get the hell out of here!",yelled Nathan in anger.
Once again, a hated face shouldered the wolf.
"Sorry, won't do",said the guy, identifiable as one of Sacrum's officers.
"Taxes and all."
He wore a white robe with a high golden collar, easily identifiable as a Sacramian. He even has a tag pretty much shouting "High Rank" on his chest.
Face contorted in anger, Nathan's finger drew his bow again.
He almost shot, but instead was blown away to smack into a tree, feeling the bork scratching into his only shirt.
"Remember, only one more warning",grinned the Sacramian and walked off.
Nathan tried to stand up and probably beat up his cocky smirk, but he was paralyzed. Again. He silently counted to a hundred and moved his limbs, feeling them not numb anymore.
He sighed and looked around.
Birds chirped as the falling sun colored the sky orange. He looked into a nearby river, seeing himself for the first time in months.
A ripped white shirt and brown shorts. His entire arm was covered in scars from his first time on the hunt. The same applies to his face. He thought of the officer and his face changed in silent white fury. He looked almost like the wolf he just slayed.
Shaking his head to put up his neutral face again,starting to trek home. As he left the woods and entered the desert, he felt a sting of sadness. The forest Sahara was his only escape from Sahat's rowdy lifestyle. Nathan looked back, seeing the forest grow smaller and smaller.
Soon enough, his feet touched concrete. He has entered one of Sahat's towns, Strinna.
"Avoid eye contact, avoid eye contact, avoid...",muttered Nathan over and over, keeping his eyes on the ground. In Strinna, eye contact was like a challenge to battle.
He doesn't need to see the broken buildings anyways. He doesn't need to see people's fiery gazes on his back on his way. He's seen enough of that.
Finally his feet stopped as he stood before what one might call a big tent. He called it his second home and HQ.
He entered it and looked around. There was nothing but a furnace and a bed, both grey in color. Nathan balled his fist and tried to ignore his stomach's rumbling. He lied down on his rock hard bed and closed his eyes. Just as he felt the start of a fitful sleep, his ears picked up shouting on the outside. Growling, he turned, but the noise grew louder, even the sound of someone crashing into concrete. Nathan sighed and stood up, peeking through his home's opening.
He could see a burly man standing around shouting obscenities at something he couldn't see. Soon enough, a fireball hit him straight on, him flinching, taking a few steps back.
"Please, I am just on my way through. Although, I assure you that the style of fighting you are having is not neccesarily the most effective. If I had the time, I would lecture you about proper posture",said a cynical female voice calmly.
Footsteps leaving the vicinity was the only thing in the deadbeat silence that followed.
Nathan finally peeked his head out and in the distance he could see someone with black and red robes and red hair, putting on a mage's hat, glasses glaring in the dusk.
Nathan shook his head and retreated back home. Figures.
He tried to get back to sleep, but a shrill female scream almost pierced his ears.
Slowly, he snuck outside, seeing white robes and black hair, being grabbed by the man who apparently wasn't burnt enough. He almost wanted to ignore the girl, but his instincts told him otherwise.
The girl didn't seem to be much older than him, around ten of age. Her purple eyes reminded him of his own.
Once the Sahatian man slapped her and Nathan saw red. He grabbed his bow and snuck into an alley, a perfect vantage point.
He drew the boy and pierced the Sahatian's hand, causing him to drop the girl. However, he did the mistake of a victory shout.
The burly Sahatian walked towards him, too fast. He had curly black hair and the face of a barbarian. Nathan hastily drew his bow but the man grabbed him by the throat, cutting of his air. He trashed around, his vision darkening. But there's more.
Nathan's body grew warmer, too warm. It felt like his very heart was set on fire, burning him from within.
He tried to scream, but he couldn't.
His skin started to peel off, he could feel it. He's going to die. He's going to die. He's dying.
Somehow, the pressure around his neck left. Nathan fell.
His vision kept on darkening. He could only see the girl removing a lance from the man's head and looking concerned at Nathan.
"I...saved you...cutie",was all what Nathan managed to say, before darkness claimed him.
Nathan died that day.
Hello everybody. You do not know, but I have been working on this story for quite some time now. It already has a few chapter, and I will also be doing a mini-series on worldbuilding of this new land. You may call it my... passion project.