"I already told you I don't collect bones." I tossed the bag back to Eve knowing what it contained.
"Then why do you always have that on you?" She pointed to my wrist on which was an intertwined thread and in the center of it, a tusk, a reminder of my grandfather's
"Was it a good hunt today?" I asked my sister who had a mouth full of food as I sat on the other side of the table.
"Learn what? Table manners?" not paying attention I questioned my father knowing my sister had meat juice dripping from her mouth.
"You know what your father means son, you should start working instead of playing with a wooden sword." My mother was serving more food to my sister, when she remarked on my father's intention.
With food still on the spoon I lifted my gaze to the window, "Yeah, I might go help Uncle Miles."
"Oz, you know my brother can't have the best mentality, you still want to work with him?" My father put his tools down on the table and started eating as well.
"...Not much, but I want you to be careful, and it better not have anything to do with your grandfather."
'Gulp' "Does your head have a brain?"
"Eve! Don't talk like that, especially not with food in your mouth." My mother in her attempt to calm the situation, caused my sister to bite her tongue trying to respond.
"Even if my sister seems to have lost half a brain, yes, I have one Eve."
"Hmph! I'm going to hunt for dinner, if you'll excuse me." Without wasting a second, she got up and went for her bow and hunting knives so she could go into the forest behind the village.
I finished breakfast and discussed a couple more things with my parents, essentially about what I was going to start doing with my life. After a while, I headed outside and followed the road to the center of the village, without stopping at the market or to greet the neighbors, I went straight to the farthest building from everything, looking like a tower and with black smoke coming out of the top.
"Uncle! Wake up, it's already the middle of the day!" I kicked the door with all my might regardless of the uproar.
Moments later, I heard banging and metal clanging on the floor, including in the uproar some screams of pain. Such was the atmosphere at the pride of the village, Miles Wolfric's armory and blacksmith shop.
I waited a while for the noises to subside, entered through the unlocked door and found on the floor a thin man with dark hair and torn clothes with red on his hands.
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