The boy was walking through the forest surrounding the town, proceeding with delivery service. The god had told him that this job was the most lucrative, and the boy stopped him before the god could even start listing of the “dangers.” All the boy did, was interrupt the god and ask for the backpack carrying all goods he was supposed to deliver.

The boy however, wasn’t happy with the way things were going. He was supposed to climb the nearest mountain, and the delivery went to a monastery. ‘Why must the religious people always live so high???’

The boy walked and walked through the forest, and by the end of the day, got to the foot of the mountain. Not one to give up so easily, the boy started to climb. Getting to the top of the mountain took him almost the entire night, along with almost slipping off and falling to his death do to some poor decisions while climbing.

The boy, once finally at the top of the mountain, laid on the pointy mountainside and heaved. His clothes torn apart, multiple bruises and scratches all over him, the boy didn’t want to continue. Then, he remembered all of the money he would be earning if he did complete this quest.

Heavily sighing, the boy checked the backpack and headed on onwards to the top of the mountain.

The boy, upon seeing the rising sun, groaned and continued onwards. “This better be worth it, or I’ll burn down the monastery to make it worth it.”

The boy continued up and up the mountain, and finally saw the monastery in the distance. Reinvigorated, the boy continued upwards at a faster rate, the pursuit of money driving him forward at a rate he previously hadn’t achieved before. As the monastery was coming closer and closer into view, the boy went faster and faster...

And then the mountain shook.

It was as if some child was shaking a bag with an unmoving clownfish inside, seeing it was still alive. The boy nearly tripped, almost falling over and off the mountain, when the source of the shaking revealed itself in-front of him. Whatever it was, it was made from an extremely reflective material. It had five appendages, and bloated the sun out with its size and positioning.

The boy however, didn’t give it any time to react as he just ran beside it and headed straight for the monastery. The creature looked behind itself, and seeing the boy making extreme progress toward the monastery, roared out. It fell to the ground, and propelled itself using all five of its appendages.

The boy was almost upon the monastery when he quickly glanced back. Seeing the creature, and now being able to understand exactly what was coming for him, the boy doubled down on his speed. ‘WHY IS THERE A GIANT ARM IN-FRONT OF THE TEMPLE?!?!’

The arm was pure white, the finger nails almost invisible, and it was skidadling to the boy at an incredible speed; so incredible was the speed that the it was going to catch the boy in a few seconds. The boy smashed into the large, ornate wooden doors of the monastery, breaking through them and into the monastery.

The boy looked back, extremely hoping that the arm wouldn’t bust into the monastery like the boy did. The boy saw the arm menacingly stand on its five fingers, facing him as if were looking at him. Eventually, the arm went back, to what the boy guessed was the hole it came out from. Seeing the danger pass, the boy stood up, and was faced with religion.

In-front of the boy were multiple bald-headed men and women in black robes, several weapons of varying types pointed at the boy. One bald-headed person stood in-front of the boy, looking solemn and unmoving. The other members of the monastery slowly approached the boy, until he spoke out.

“I have a delivery here for...” The boy took the sheet out of an easily reachable backpack pocket and looked at it. “...A Grandmaster T’Rine?”

The hooded person held up their hand, and all the other monks in the black weapons stopped, their weapons still pointed at the boy. The hooded figure grabbed their hood, and let it down, revealing some interesting features. She had completely black eyes like she was possessed, and her entire forehead had black liquid flowing in around it.

The boy slightly raised his eyebrow, and handed the mutated human the letter. Practically swiping the letter from his hand, the boy’s hand was left empty in the air as the supposed grandmaster read the letter. Finishing the reading session, the grandmaster snapped their fingers, and all the weapons from the monks were sheathed.

Handing the boy back the letter, the grandmaster started speaking. “Pleased to meet you, kinsman. I see you have met Robert, our guardian. He hasn't given any trouble, has he?” The boy, slightly taken aback by name and implications, replied, “Well, actually-” before the grandmaster interrupted him.

“Well, that is good. Tseru, kshitemara ire botu.” Said the grandmaster while pointing at the bag of the boy. Two monks then headed towards the boy and motioned for him to take off the backpack. The boy did just so, and the monks grabbed both of the straps, heading off with it to some portion of the building. The grandmaster then turned around, and motioned her students to head back to their business.

Once all of the students were gone, the grandmaster turned to the boy and stretched out their hand. “My name is Grandmaster T’Rine. And you are?” The boy stretched out his hand, “Name’s-” and as the boy was talking, his touch shot the grandmaster backwards several meters, through a pillar and a wall, into a room.

The boy, aghast at what just happened, didn’t move from his spot and just watched as all of the monks he just saw rush out to see what happened. Almost all of them ran to the scene of destruction, with two monks unsheathing their weapons and running towards the boy. The boy, upon sensing danger, got into his fighting stance. ‘WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!’