Years ago, I had a family, a home, and dreams. The moon almost fell and even as that, it destroyed everything. My parents dead, our home far behind us, and my dreams now shattered. All that remains, is myself and my little brother.

I knocked on the wooden door. A slot opened up and a pair of saggy eyes stared back.

"Wots your business 'ere stranger?" a voice behind demanded.

"I require shelter and food."

The eyes looked between me and my little brother, who was sitting on my shoulder.

The voice came again, "And I require 10 rupees fer entry"

"Dick," I replied as I pushed 10 rupees through the little slot, almost hitting the man in the eye.

As promised, he opened the door. We entered. It was quite warm compared to the outside, where it was blizzarding. I stepped inside and slide off my hood. I let out my long brown and red hair. The sudden darkness made my violet eyes have to adjust. It was a typical inn, all brown boarded and 40 year old guys who were missing eyes around. I walked to the counter, to rent a room. The bearded man behind us asked us our names and ages.

"I am Undren. 17 years old." I stated.

"And I am Arian. 12 years old." my little brother stated, in my same toneless voice, his black eyes shining. He had black dreadlocks, very fine and thin ones. He was a little heavy to carry, since he carried around so much shit and had a light plate armor on. I had nothing but a cloak on, of course, covering all the belts on my body, plus the pad underneath were Arian sat.

The man wrote it down and told us to wait until a room was free. Another guy was suppose to be leaving today.

I looked around, all the tables were almost full. I choose to sit at one and ordered a beer. I leaned back as to ignore the stench of the men around me. The ones at my table were gossiping, while I sensed others staring at me. Great, I had to pick an all-men inn. My beer had arrived. I thanked the waiter and sipped out of it, eavesdropping on the guys at my table.

"Hey, I heard Manta was nearby!"

"Really? I thought he had died!"

"Are you kidding? A powerful man like that cannot be killed so easily!"

"He was stabbed by guards 87 times! Who lives through that?"

"Manta does."

"So he's supposedly around?"

"Yeah, at a nearby town or sumthin."

"Ah well, he'll never come here. We're too high classed for 'im!"

With this, the large guy spit in his drink and the table roared with laughter. I felt Arian nudge me. I leaned back in and set my beer down.

"So," I asked, "Exactly, what town is Manta in?"

The guy who spat in his drink eyed me, "He's in Nikkago, why does a pretty little thing like you wanna know?"

"For my own reasons," I answered. I heard the bartender call me and Arian's name.

"Your name is Undren? Very nice..." continued the man.

"Yes, yes it is, but if you excuse me, I must leave." I stood up and left.

The room had opened, and we went upstairs and claimed it. I set Arian on the bed.

"Those guys are a bunch of rude jerks!" he stated.

"Yeah I know," agreeing with him.

"Tomorrow we head for Nikkago?" I asked.

"Sure, if the weather is clear."

Before going to sleep, I stayed awake, staring at the ceiling. Manta was a very powerful guy. Powerful and dangerous. He used to be a doctor. He was the only one who could cure Arian, and fix his spine. Then Arian would no longer look like a halfling, and he would be able to walk.

I felt somebody's breath on my face. My eyes flickered opened, only to be staring in the face of the drink spitting guy from yesterday. The sun was shining a little, indicating early morning. His big hands had me pinned down. I was now fully awake, aware of what was going to happen.

He breathed in my ear, "Your too pretty for this place, but I'll make your stay worth your while."

I whispered back, "I'm sure you are" with a hint of sarcasm he obviously didn't catch.

His pants and boxers were already down. I was only wearing a small flexible shirt and shorts. He began to stroke his manhood against my leg, then up against my underwear. I noticed he quickly became hard. He must be easily amused. He must masturbate to frog sex.

I whispered to him, "May I please feel that monster?"

He grinned this stupid ass grin. I guess calling his tiny penis a "monster" boosted his esteem. He let go of 1 arm and moved it to grab his cock. as if he was going to just hand it to me. I began to rub it with my free hand and I forced myself to stare at it. God, it was the most revolting thing I had ever seen. But I put on a mask, to hide my digust.

"Oh god," I whispered, now breathing, pretending to be horny.

The man let go of my other arm and grabbed my head, gentling leaning me in. Nice try. I slipped a hand instead of my shirt. Stupid fuck doesn't realize all of my belts on my body and under my clothes. I took out a sharp knife. Then as fast as I could, I stabbed the man. I stabbed him right in his itty bitty little deformed looking sad excuse for a penis. He was so shocked that he only made a gurgle sound, Not enough? I stabbed the base and with a clean slice, I got rid of his penis and balls. Sort of like a combo. They fell on the bed, along with the man. He was too shocked to speak. He grabbed were his little family jewels used to be and went into a fetal position. Blood poured out from his new hole and stained the bed.

I whispered, "Think about that before attempting rape from now on."

I quickly hopped out and woke up Arian.

"We're leaving," I said.

"What?" Arian said, half yawning.

He then noticed the dark figure on my bed in a fetal position. Arian opened his mouth to ask what had happened, but I shut it and told him to hurry up. We both quickly got dressed and got our things. We quickly snuck downstairs and along the way, snuck some food off the table and went out the door. When we were a safe distance away, I finally told Arian what had happened.

And I don't think I've ever seen him laugh so hard.

-Chapter 2 will be coming soon. It'll all fold out and make sense eventually. :3 -