I promised I'd be back. With this new Evabon story, I bring you a sort of a retelling of Gard's but different in its own right, with a tragic twist. This story takes place when Kat and Kit's father was alive, before the fall of Thundera.
Night's Cover
"Okay kids, got to sleep or Gard will get you!" The farmer looked at his four children. A hard days work had made him tired and rumors of a beast stealing farmer's crops had him nervous.
Outside, the beast was at work. An evabon, with skin as black as obsidian, deaf and mute was at work. At night he stole crops so he could live. It was that simple. His name was Grak. He was fairly young, only thirty-seven and quite tall, seven feet. As he clumsily stole food, being aware of the noise he was making, Grak thought about why he was mute and why he was deaf. What did he do to deserve such a punishment? If he were blind as well he would have starved in a matter of days,
Finally, Grak saw a light. Coming from the farmer's home. Instantly, Grak knew that someone was holding a lamp inside. Through the windows, the lamp was getting closer to the door. Within seconds, Gark ran away, completely forgetting the crops he had been stealing.
The farmer opened the door and looked at the crops that were mysteriously on the ground instead of in it. He scratched his head. Less work for him, but who had been out here?
While the farmer wondered, Grak stopped running. He forced his knuckled against his forehead something that evabon frequently did when frustrated. He had forgotten the crops he had been stealing. Crops tasted better than roots. They tasted so much better!
Grak walked towards a nearby river. He was hungry and needed food to survive. As he loudly splashed after fish, Grak's stomach rumbled. Grak didn't like stealing but crops were easier to get than fish! He was usually miserable because of his stealing. It was something he wasn't comfortable with but stealing farmers' crops was so easy. What else was there for him to do?
Finally, Grak got a fish. A smile on his face, Grak held a fish in his right hand. The smile vanished as soon as the fish slipped out of his grasp.
Grak pursued the fish! He didn't get it. In the end he slipped in a rock. As the fish swam away, Grak slammed a fist into the water. He looked up at the moon and glared at it. Why? Why was he treated this way?
Then a smell came to Grak's nose. Roasting meat. His mouth watered. He followed the smell to a clearing where some soldiers from Thundera were camped out. Grak stared at the meat in torment. He was starving and there was no way for him to get to it.