The fourth chapter of Cursed Childhood is now underway! Toby is exiled from his village, his parents dead. How will he deal with this new life without any family? Read on, and find out!
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The sun was slowly sinking behind the trees, but luckily for Toby, there wasn't a full moon that night. He sat on the grass, sobbing, and mourning. What had he done? He pounded his fist onto the ground, his eyes red with sorrow. As the last few rays of sunlight faded from view, another light began to shine. This one was a soft turquoise, unlike the sun that was now gone. When the light dispersed, Toby noticed that four wolves were floating above him. One of them seemed like it was old, it's fur grey in places. The other three were younger, one of the spirits just a pup. The one to the elder's left seemed familiar…
"Toby Dicey…" the elder whispered softly, bowing its head. "We've had our eye on you for quite some time now." The other spirits nodded their heads, save for the one on the elder's left, who glared.
"Why did you watch me?" Toby wondered, wiping his eyes. "Who are you?"
"We are the wolves who passed on to the afterlife," the elder explained. "I only passed on from my old age, while those you see before you were killed by hunters from your village. The youngest one was taken from his mother, and then slaughtered." The spirit wolf pup lowered its head solemnly. "You know of the wolf on my left, do you not? The one who cursed you, and was killed by your father?" Toby nodded lightly, the angered wolf spirit glaring down at the boy.
"Why did you choose me, of all the villagers?" Toby muttered, his head lowered so they couldn't see his tears. "Why?"
"You fool," the wolf who cursed the boy murmured. "To get you ready. This is one of the challenges you must face through your life. Dry your eyes, child. You must face your fears, and we can help you with that. Forgive me for frightening you that day…"
"It's okay," Toby whispered, even though he wasn't sure he could trust that spirit. Another light appeared in front of Toby, and when it faded, a katana lay in the grass, the brown sheath containing the blade.
"We give you this weapon for training, where you shall learn our techniques passed down through this sword," the elder chuckled, gliding down towards Toby. "Do you see the fang on the end of the hilt? We used that fang to channel the attacks into the blade, therefore creating an illusionary wolf. That attack is known as the Ookami Kamu, or the Wolf Bite." Toby nodded lightly, taking the katana into his small hands. Taking the sword out, he admired the blade, slashing the air a few times.
"Now then, boy," the cursed wolf whispered. "We train."
-Ten years later-
Standing before the wolf spirits was not the three year old boy, but now a thirteen year old. His hair was longer, a few strands covering his emerald eyes, the katana tucked away at the sides of his left hip. He wore a black cloak over a black shirt, black pants, and black boots. Around his neck was a golden necklace which bore an emblem.
"Now, you are ready." But before Toby could thank them, gunshots and loud shouting filled the air around them.
"Marines…"
What will happen as Toby goes to find what caused the cannon fire? Find out in chapter five, The Axe and the First Mate.
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