Chapter 4
Malvera Town, 1851.
Will, the new hunter shot at the enemy continuously. He reloaded his gun with Lionfang Bullets before taking aim again.
The cold atmosphere in the evening made Will’s body tingle a bit, and he was shaking, unused to fighting. It was his first time firing a gun and Marcus knew exactly how Will felt for that moment.
Will heart was pounding vigorously, faster than ever. His ear ached due to listening streaks of gunshot. His adrenaline rushed as he fired his gun rapidly, making his wrist throbbed after that.
Marcus was sure he inherited the Hunter’s Blood. By the way the Revolver that Marcus had given to him yesterday, which was willing to be him; Marcus knew that Will would be a great Hunter, just like him.
“Your Hunter’s traits are growing.” Marcus said after the rage was over.
Will was panting heavily, “I’m so tired. Those creatures are so strong.”
“But we managed to defeat them, aren’t we?” Marcus reassured.
Will nodded as his eyes roaming on the ground.
“I don’t understand Marcus. What am I?” he asked, with the slightest tone of regret, “Am I normal?”
“Your parents’ may be one of the Hunters in this world, or maybe your ancestor.” Marcus said, making his way towards Will.
“So?”
“You inherit their blood. You’re meant to be a Hunter.” He said.
“Do you think my parents know who am I, if what you say is true?” he asked.
“I think that’s why they dumped you,” he continued, “Hunters shows many differences from a normal human. They’re dangerous, too, if their powers are not controlled well,” said Marcus.
“I don’t have powers!” he exclaimed.
“You do. But you don’t have a chance to use it.” Marcus added.
“What do you mean?”
“Hunters own special ability, designed to hunt overwhelming population of dangerous creatures in this world such as witch, werewolf, raven, and many more. You can hear their thought. Besides, when you fight, you’ll feel energetic and you’ll be faster and more agile.” Marcus clarified.
“So you’re going to train me?” Will asked, a bit interested.
“It is better for you to be a Hunter rather than living pointlessly as a beggar, isn’t it?” Marcus said as he smiled.
For the moment, Will could sense some kind of excitement which he didn’t understand. What he was certain was that his life wasn’t going to be the same anymore. He would live for reasons.
“I’m following the right path,” he thought, following Marcus deeper into the forest.
Night crept slowly, making the world dark. The only source of light was that from the bright moon, bright enough to make the forest visible for the Hunters.
Will was tired. They had been hunting since morning yet his determination kept pushing him so that he wouldn’t stop. He only hoped that they wouldn’t encounter other creatures. But the hope was not going to happen.
“What’s that?” Will cried after he heard a loud, menacing scream. Marcus observed the surrounding.
“Watch out, kid! It’s the witch!” Marcus warned. The shining moonlight revealed a figure in the forest.
“I’ve never face a witch before!” Will informed, holding The Revolver tightly.
In the silence, they could hear a loud hissing voice, probably from the witch.
Two Hunters. Well, let’s have fun.
“I could hear her!” Will was alarmed.
Marcus took out his gun, which he called Lune.
“From the right.” Marcus thought.
A sudden gush of wind surged towards them both. Marcus lunged to side while Will, not agile enough, was hit by the wind, pushed backwards and thrown under an oak with aching back.
“Will! Take aim!” Marcus shouted.
The witch dematerialized in front of them. She was a young woman, probably Edna’s age, with long-brown hair and green-eyes, in her beautiful, low-cut red dress.
Marcus fired his gun with such an amazing intense, but every bullet was evaded.
Displodo!
A huge, energy explosion reverberated the ground, sending Marcus tumbling forward. He sighed as he got back on his feet.
The ground near him was still rippling with the witch spell.
“O lune, d'amplifier ma balle!” Marcus shouted some kind of magic too. Lune was suddenly illuminated, emitting a blinding light to the witch.
It was somehow the connection of the full-moon and his Lune. There was no bullet, but strangely the light from the moon, coming in the form of lucent beam, struck the witch.
“No!” She screamed.
The moon from the back of Marcus shadowing his face, as he pointed the Lune at the witch, who was lying on the ground, terrified.
“I’m so sorry. I will never kill people again. Don’t hurt me!” the witch said, seemed to be making false promise.
She could see a slight twisted smile on Marcus’ face. Will breathed in relieve, confident for his master.
But Marcus hadn’t recognized the unfamiliar pattern of the witches attack. To his surprise, another witch came.
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