Chapter Two
"Get him!" the village children exclaimed as they chased another young boy across the snow. The children hurled insults, snowballs, along with rocks at him. They laughed at him and chanted, "Witch-boy! Witch-boy! Witch-boy!" and "Freaks don't belong in our village!" The "Witch-boy" ran as fast his ten year old feet could carry him. He dodged rocks and snowballs as he slid behind curbs but they were still hot on his tail. One of the village children, Douglas, picked up a rock the size of a softball and pegged the back of the Witch-boy's head. The impact almost made him lose consciousness as he fell face first.
When the other children caught up they circled him and shouted. Douglas started kicking him repeatedly as the others cheered. He then picked the Witch-boy up and punched him several times. The assault lasted for a few minutes before Douglas got off of him. As he stood up he looked down at the Witch-boy one last time and said, "See you tomorrow Witch-boy." then walked off. The boy laid there in pain too hurt to move. Don't let that fat peasant get away with that, get up boy! Something inside of him said, so he got to his feet. Then the thought said, Pick up that rock he threw at you! He obeyed. Throw it! Now! Drawing back he took aim at that bald bully's head.
Douglas was twenty feet away laughing with the rest of the children who were following him when something slammed into the back of his head. His head throbbed violently as he turned around and saw the Witch-boy standing there clenched fist. "You're gonna pay for that!" He mumbled as he ran towards him. Despite the giant fat bald boy running towards him, Witch-boy wasn't afraid, instead felt anger building inside of him. His eyes began to glow a fiery red as the bully approached. When he was only inches away Witch-boy quickly side stepped, stuck out his arm and clothes lined him. A second later he brought down his fist and knocked him out. The other children gasped at the sight of their ring leader being laid out by Witch-boy. Despite taking Douglas out, he was just getting warmed up. By this point his eyes were a raging inferno. Hatred exploded in him as he turned his attention to the other kids. The Witch-boy then exploded into a blue inferno. The fires did not hurt the boy, instead they empowered him. With lightning speed he began scooping up snowballs (and rocks) and began throwing one after the other at the children. He chunked the projectiles with blinding speed, similar to that of a modern machine gun.
By this point, he had his enemies on the run. No doubt would they run to their mommies and daddies and tell how that "freak" hurt them. When he was sure the children were completely gone he changed back into his normal form. He couldn't help but wonder where had this new found power come from, and how long has he had it- All of a sudden a familiar voice pierced through his thoughts, "Jace! Where are you?" He looked up in time to see his only friend Kelda rounding a corner. "Jace when I heard the other kids were trying to catch you I came as fast as I could"- she saw the still unconscious Douglas and managed a smile- "But it seems you caught them." The two shared a laugh and went off to play.
Night time was when the loneliness really hit home for Jace (Witch-boy) while it was true he hated all of the other kids (except Kelda) for harassing and picking on him, he also envied them. They were all cruel but at least they had a family to go home to at night. Jace didn't even have that. He never got to meet his parents or any family members for that matter. He lived outside of the village in the wilderness. Occasionally Kelda was able to leave a window open under her parent's noses' and allow Jace to get out of the cold.
When Witch-boy arrived at "his place" which was a small cave a few miles from town, he wasted no time trying to get out of the cold. He quickly grabbed a few broken limbs he scavenged from a nearby forest and built a fire. Once the fire was blazing he reached into his pockets and pulled out dinner. He usually was forced to live off the land in order to put food in his belly. But occasionally he would sneak into Nordberg for a "treat". This meant if his luck at ice fishing wasn't cutting it, he would go steal food from the village. Today was a special occasion, Christmas Eve. So for a special day he had a special meal. Kelda brought him some elf bread from her house earlier and it went good along with the ice trout he stolen. He quickly ate his supper and decided to settle in for the night-
"Greetings young master." A voice said behind him. He quickly spun around and saw the origin of the voice...
To be continued...