It's been two days ever since the baby was sent away from the chruch, so a potential home would find him.
"Why am I so unloved by this world." The child thinks to himself, with each rain drop hits his forehead. He cries out, wanting to only be loved. But the world feels so to unfair to him.
The horse calms the baby down by traveling a bit slower. Few minutes go by the child slowly takes nice deep breaths to calm himself down. The moon begins to rise which means, night is approaching.
The gentle cold breeze brings the boy into a deep sleep.
The horse starts to take rest after foruty-nine hours of travel. Both are drift to sleep, after the harsh journey both have been going though. The mocking birds sing peacefully in the background.
Hours go by Keith wakes up crying his eyes out. The crying echo and the horse is not responding. The horse pass away from travel exhaustion. With each crying echo, a man in a ragged damaged brown cloak comes down off a broken building in this wasteland.
"Well, what do we have here."
He observes around tne aera.
All he can sees is broken ruble,glass,sand then the dead horse and the crying child.
Slowly walking to the child picking him up.
Then rugs him to calm him down.
"Hey there wasted rat what is even your name."
As he looks down, a smome of the sunlight hits off child's neck were this stranger sees dog-tags. He lifts it up and sees the name. "Keith Ognailed" is what it says on the dog tags. Rubbing the tags together puts a smirk on the man's face. "Well I must admit boy, you are a gift." He said while coughing up of thw black blood. Ragged man thinks "looks like I only have four-teen years left in me."
He takes Keith off to his home.
On this walk the man makes sure the baby stays cool within the desert cool heat. While the sand burns the tips of the mystery man toes . After four hours of traveling, the ragged man gets into gets in a brick stone shack.
"This is home, just for the two of us." Coouging into his arm, some of the black blood went onto his arm.
laughing it off likes all this was all normal to him. which this a way of life for him. As opening the door, he hangs up the damaged hooded brown cloak on top of hanging rack, near a stone chair. The floor of the cabin is covered in sand.
The ragged man, has a elderly look to him. With alot of burn and cuts scars on his whole body.
Kneeling down on one knees.
He goes in deep into the cabinets, pulling out a single glass bottle the filled with some sort brownish milk.
"Lucky for you kid."
Sighing as he gets back up stretching there back out.
"I have yalkel Milk that last ours for 5 years. Some say this doesn't have expiration date to them."
As he sips some the milk no bad reaction to it.
Bringing the glass milk bottle to a dusty after pulling out a dirty baby bottle from the top cabinet.
"I'll tell you my name, when I clean your bottle."
He puts some water into a pot, so it can boil over the fire.
Grabbing a clean towel, then throwing it into the boiling water. Leaving it to for ten minutes.
After time passes, he pulls out a hot rag from the boiling water while wearing heated protection gloves.
Placing the tip of index finger on the hot rag begins to deep clean the bottle. This takes about five minutes to finish. After a while he pours the yalkel milk into the baby bottle.
"Sorry little guy I forgot to my name. "
Says with gemtle tone while feed the baby.
"My is Roelgenheld or just Rog which most friends call me."
Beginning to laugh a but of some insainity within his tone.
After feeding Keith,
Rog cleans Keith chubby face up from the milk, that spilled over his cloths. after cleaning Keith up, Rog places the child in a big basket so the both can rest for the night.
The time flies with them of driftign to sleep. Four hours go by. In a momment notice a loud bang wakes up Rog and Keith crying really loud his lungs out.
The old man rushes grabbing two black daggers with a red tint hilt on them. The moment Rog looks up. He sees a twenty-foot centipede monster above him.
Fear begins to creep into his mind, but this doesn't stop him desperately ready fight off the beast.
Charging at the beast, throwing a mix of two vertical slashes and then three horizontal. which this hurts the giant insect.
The giant centipede counter hits the old man slamming into the groud, with its jaw.
The battle counties on with each counter. Which this makes look like its a stalemate. Until the centipede picks up the scent of Keith and then charge at him with the hunger it has. Roelgenheld rushes fast, by using some sort of technique that makes his leg cover in a black shadow which helps boosts his speed.
He blocks the beast attack.
"I will let lay a sctach on this on this kid even body. Even if my wasted old life is on the line."
As he continues to block the creatures attacks, Roelgenheld thinks to himself.
"Why am I fighting so hard for this kid." Going deeper in thought he gets hit in the torso looking bad. But he has the realization, if he want to win this fight, he needs to choose freely for first time in his life.
He noticing that Keith aura making him wanting to do this.
Roelgenheld fights hard as much he could, but before he even could fall down. His whole body gets covered into black shadows which puts armor on. This power alwalen because he choosing to protect himself and Keith crying in fear.
Roelgenheld rushes with one hard strike, burst of power, the shadows around him take over his sword strike, which helps cutting the centipede head off in one cut.
The armor dissappears from his body, he drops to his knees tired, but able to out smile regardless what pain he could be feeling.
Roelgenheld laughed with joy while holding his side. Turning over to his side looking at Keith.
"Well, kid I know your supposed to be going to the elfs, but I will raise you as my own until when I'm died because"
coughs off black blood
"you just cost me two years off my lifespan you little shit."
Rog picks the baby up in his arms so gently putting them both to sleep.