He became a hunter, yet he held no power, no strength, he was abused, yet no strength no saviour, no one.
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When the man that once was grew to the age of 17, his stature small and his body frail, he was forcefully enlisted to become a Porter, a donkey, a mule of entertainment for the strong.
He carried their luggage without fault, without lip nor blink, he done his job.
He done it without complaint.
Every waking moment he was abused, broken ribs, fractures, internal bleeding, all he was used to, he was spared water or food not, sleep neither.
On one job this was partook in he was accompanied by a band of several hunters, C ranks to be exact, those who prospered above the average salary man yet were hidden beneath the shadow of gods.