The change. That's what I understood it as. It's the difference between a human, and a beast. It's called the Magna Fames, or great hunger.

I was sixteen when I changed. All of my friends were going through a puberty at the time so they just found it natural that I was too. Unfortunately I wasn't.

"Nagi!" my friend Kukai called up to me from the front gates.

"I'll be there in a second!" I yelled out of my window. I finished dressing myself and ran down to meet him. I let him in and we began going through my family's warehouse to find something to hunt with. The entire time Kukai was rambling about a blonde girl he saw at the market. I had zoned out once he got to the part about how her hair just barely curled a the ends. It may be true love, but that's a bit creepy for my taste.

"Anyway," I interrupted, "what are we hunting?" I didn't really care, but it was a way to shut him up. He looked at me with a interested smile.

"I saw a white stag when I was walking the other day." he said grabbing a bow. The white stag was a symbol of honor and bravery.

"So you want to hunt a stag?" he nodded and filled a quiver with arrows. "Alright" I shrugged. I grabbed a few daggers and a dirk.

"You're going to hunt a STAG with THOSE?" he asked in disbelief. I looked down at the various knives.

"Yes, I don't know why, but I have a weird feeling that I'll need these." I said. He laughed.

"Whatever you say, but I'll be hunting if you finish your Cultro Chorus* early." I scoffed and put the knifes in my bag.

We headed to the stables and got our horses ready. While riding through town, Kukai pointed out various girls he thought I would enjoy a rut with. Thankfully my, my-best-friend-is-a-lecher filter, had been turned on. I sighed in annoyance as he continued on about a red headed girl who was walking just to the right of us. I pulled the reigns to the right and my horse headed to the South wall.

"Hey! Nagihiko!" Kukai called, "Where are you going? The hunting plains are in the West, there's nothing out here."

"Who says?" I inquired.

"Well, I don't know, THE KING! Not to mention the thousands of soldiers who died out there." he said sarcastically.

"Well there's obviously SOMETHING out there, otherwise those soldiers wouldn't be dead, now would they?" I codded. He gave me a glare. As we continued south we reached the military post.

"HALT! What business do you have here?" a soldier asked.

"We wish to hunt south, beyond the kingdom." I explained. The soldier laughed and shouted to another to open the gate. As we rode past the post I heard the soldier yell something along the lines of "it's your funeral." we ignored him and continued riding.


Yay! New story :)

*cultro chorus literally means "knife dance" in latin.

~Emo-Author