12 years ago: (past)

The nine year old didn't move an inch as he was the one, now sitting alone in middle of the same court room where his mother had stood two times as now the villagers accused him for the murder of his uncle leedo with his mother twin swords hugged close to his chest and head down.

"He had burned general's house down and killed them!"

"He's the murdere of the general's family and general! He should be punished!"

"Look at that! His mother died two days ago and she said, he wouldn't turn against us! All hunters are liar!"

At the last statement, wooyoung looks up and shakes his head.

"No! That's n-not true! H-Hunters ne-never lie! My mother didn't lie!!" The nine year old tried to reasoned but no body listened to him.

"He should be punished just like his mother and brother!"

"Yes, yes!"

Wooyoung looks around the court room, not understanding what to do. He hugged his mother twin swords now belonged to him tightly to his chest.

He didn't know how to face this all. So, he turns to the three same judges with questionable eyes. The one male judge just looks away with digust written over on his face while the female judge looks down clearly not wanting to deal with this. The oldest judge also down his eyes and release a deep breath before looking up at the questionable eyes of the burnt nine year old.

Just, as that eye contact was made, the nine year old get it. This was it. No one will saved him now. He was trapped in the deep hell made by these village people.

So, he didn't say anything but just kept sitting there in middle of the court room as those people who were actually the murderer of general leedo and his family throw hurtful things upon him.

Even judges know that he was an innocent. But alas.

The order was made as the whole village give statements against him and not even one statement was in his defence.

So,... Yes. The decision was made.

To throw him in the deepest and coldest Cells of the village where no one ever go and Chill run down even after hearing the name of that place.

He was thrown in there.

All alone.

But, was provided by oniements for his burnt legs by the oldest and female judge themselves as they both know that he was an innocent young helpless child.

The first day, that female judge came and apply that oniement on his legs herself and tried to talk to him but he was just sitting unmoving looking at distance while hugging his mother last sign closed to his chest.

What could even he say or do?

He was kind of shocked, why wouldn't these swords were taken from him also? Maybe, just maybe. They had a heart finally of at least not paralyzing him fully from his mother's last signs.

Maybe, they knew that he won't hurt them also.

After His legs were healed, after that day, no one ever came again to visit him also.

And nor did he tried to do anything.

He kept sitting in a place doing nothing.

Same place.

Days and nights were to him like time stop.

There was no window in the cell. So, everything was same for the nine year old.

He was living a dead man life only in the age of nine.

Almost after Eight months of no visit, suddenly, the room of the cell he was in opened and enters the oldest judge.

The nine year old looks at the old judge with a deep frown.

The judge comes and sits besides the now ten year old kid, who was no used to light anymore and was using the twin swords as a shield.

He looks at the old judge. Hair grown, Beautiful black reminding the judge of the kid's mother hairs and making him felt more guilt deep in his heart. The old judge couldn't even bring himself to look in the eyes of the young hunter.

"Look, son. I-I can't do this any more. I can't keep you in here any more. You-You just leave this place and don't come back here again." The judge look up at the kid who was now looking at the judge with emotion less eyes.

"Ah,.... Please,.... Run away, don't come back. This is the only chance you will get before those villagers will kill you-" The kid cut the judge off.

"Why are you helping me now?" His voice was sore due to not using it for almost a year and only using it for screaming when he was being torture, horribly by those guards.

The kid kept looking at the judge, the twin swords placed in his lap with back against the cold wall of the cell and dirty patches filled clothes from the whips and lashes he was blessed with almost every night by the heartless guards guarding this place.

The judge glance at the kid and then at ground.

"I had a son.... And he was blessed as a hunter also.... everyone was against him but he stood firmed. He choosed the path of saving. The hard path."

"Then, What happened to him?"

"He died while saving the world but,.. before he died.... He left me in charge of his world." The judge looks at the ten year old broken kid.

"His beautiful and brave wife,... His handsome and strong elder son,...... His pretty and determined younger son. Do you wanna know the name of my son..?" The judge ask the kid who shakes his head and looks at front.

The judge frown his brows.

"And why's that?" He ask the ten year old.

"I don't want to know the name of that hunter, whose own father betrayed him. Used his position wrongly. Instead of providing justice. He shake hands with the wrong. And after almost an year of finally understanding what he had done. Came back to Release that one person who had been suffering because of his wrong decisions. Letting him go free and making him under his debt. Maybe, everybody would have taken up this chance. But, i won't. My mother teached me to never bow in front of people,- The kid turns to look in the eyes of the judge.

"-especially the ones who had betrayed their own blood. So, Leave. I would prefer death just like my mother did. I don't know my father but i am sure. If he was here he had done the same thing. And if any of the hunter would be here in my place. They would have given you the same answer."

The judge nods.

"Your right. What was i thinking," A sad smile cross the judge's face.

"Afterall, you are his son." The judge stands and quietly leave.

After the judge left, the ten year old lean his head against the wall and again looks in distance.

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