The hunter drag me to his hut resulting from not answering his invitation ...
Any way who could blame for heating eating at others , they can't even notice ....they don't notice I don't have any .... I mean it was something I was born with , he shan't remember that I met him today , tomorrow he will forgot all about me , even my parents can't remember my face today , that why I left home .
It started when I was 5 years old everyone in my town keep forgetting about me , it made my parents worried that they are the only one who could , the wrote massages to them self hoping that they won't forget about me some day , yet the crying the shouting and father chasing after me with his gun all didn't stop .
I ounce looked in the mirror but all I could see was my ears and hair ... just what is this .
I could easily use magic to make a face for me but I am self taught I can't do a permanent one unless it was someone else's face .
After living five miserable years with my parents I finally left home ten and now I am eighteen , at some point I deserved to be happy even if it's not logic .
*Bell ring
" I am home dear "
' oh catchy bells ' I said to my self
' ....no light in her eyes ' . The woman the man just talked to was standing on the bed holding a prayer beads not moving her head to his dieraction , as he step closer to kiss her forehead I step inside then she asked " the child with you ? " .
' I really felt happy you noticed me good lady - even it was by my foot steps * cough politely - she really reminds me that old lady I ran to her house when ever my father chase me out of his house '
" oh ! he just arrived the village today he wants your brother's old hut for a couple of days I believe " the hunter replied .
" she lost her sight when she couldn't accept our daughter loss " hunter whispered to me .
I nod .
" my darling truly loved our daughter she just couldn't handle blah blah blah ....."
and I just kept noding very patiently . But let me ask you a question how can you just keep talking cheerfully with this dramatic life timeline .
* Bell rings
The women who finally moved her stiff neck toward arising blood lust through the room her eyes was at me , seems she is only one who noticed it .
" SON " the hunter cheerfully again .
' Behold the fiance ..... if that giant stiffened face and brain isn't the best girl on village fiance I don't know what is exactly he is '
" Ms.crafter ... my son .... he is our village veterinary ...." hunter
' no wonder . as usual I misjudged '
" ....and he is going to take you to the hut tomorrow "
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- two days later -
And after I was able to weigh the amount of meat inside the hunter's son you could tell that it will be very easy to play with him , and my shape changing potion is done all I need now is to hide him away . now we are heading to wizard's hut for the third time this week ... " your father told me they are a lot of beasts around that river "
" you've met my father ? "
" by chance " I replied
" any how you told me you're going to give a blindness healing potion in exchange of hut renting for a week , don't you dare forget or deny that later because that's mom's....."
" GOSH ! I forgot "
" what ? "
" your mother's potion of course it is in .... I mean a friend we should meet with very soon will bring it to us in a tower nearby "
" let's hurry then "
As we pass by the river I started making unnecessary lies about how I met the legendary imagination dude and the tower oh ! "we are here "
I pointed " now lie there for three hours and the my friend will come out of his stone tower .."
" ARE YOU FOOLING WITH ME "
" huh huh what ? "
" clearly no windows nor doors in that tower "
" you just waiiiiiit , he is witch just like me "
" just be patient " I called as I was hiding to some bushes ' well this going to be the longest 3 hour in the life of both of us .
The sky turned from cloudy to a beautiful red Aroura as the body by the stones felt little sleepy the one by the leaves started a broaching him slowly and before he reach him the stones of the tower's wall started moving on there on melting in the hunter's son shoulders and the stones by his west just swallowed him ; people on the village easily notice weird movements of birds flocks so screeching by down time is a hopeless thing .