It had been almost a hour since the incident in the trap, but the hunter still noticed the young boy looked tired, and none too trusting.
"So, what's you name?" The hunter, named Grill asked as he tried to get the young boy to eat some meat.
The young child slowly took in his surroundings. A dark wooded cabin with little more than a small fire in the center, and knives of all kinds hanging as decoration on the walls. The tow males were sitting quietly at a small, wooded table that matched the hue of the surrounding woods.
The fire in the other room seemed to be the only warmth, and Griffith shivered as if bitten by some poisionis snake. "I'm G-Griffith..." He whispered, as the hunter's green eyes apraised the child.
"Griffith, huh? And what's that weird necklace that you are cluching so tightly. A belith, perhaps?" He asked quietly, and Griffith didn't hear the last few words he uttered.
"I don't know. Someone gave it to me, a while ago. Do you know what it it?" Griffith asked, his pale, blue, eyes wide and innocent.
"I'm not sure enough to tell you, but my mother used to have one. She got lost one day and then my father went to look for her, and... well, that was a long time ago. Would you care to eat, Griffith?" Asked the hunter, yet his eyes seemed to loose some of their shine.
"Yes, sir."
"Good!"
Note:
I'm bored enough to wonder why no one seems to like this one! It's short today and later if I write more, it's going to be longer.... Most likely, if people like it. Later readers!
"So, what's you name?" The hunter, named Grill asked as he tried to get the young boy to eat some meat.
The young child slowly took in his surroundings. A dark wooded cabin with little more than a small fire in the center, and knives of all kinds hanging as decoration on the walls. The tow males were sitting quietly at a small, wooded table that matched the hue of the surrounding woods.
The fire in the other room seemed to be the only warmth, and Griffith shivered as if bitten by some poisionis snake. "I'm G-Griffith..." He whispered, as the hunter's green eyes apraised the child.
"Griffith, huh? And what's that weird necklace that you are cluching so tightly. A belith, perhaps?" He asked quietly, and Griffith didn't hear the last few words he uttered.
"I don't know. Someone gave it to me, a while ago. Do you know what it it?" Griffith asked, his pale, blue, eyes wide and innocent.
"I'm not sure enough to tell you, but my mother used to have one. She got lost one day and then my father went to look for her, and... well, that was a long time ago. Would you care to eat, Griffith?" Asked the hunter, yet his eyes seemed to loose some of their shine.
"Yes, sir."
"Good!"
Note:
I'm bored enough to wonder why no one seems to like this one! It's short today and later if I write more, it's going to be longer.... Most likely, if people like it. Later readers!