Tom or Little Tommy, as everyone called in the village, was an orphan whose parents died in a monster attack when they were gathering herbs in the mountains. He was only 8 years old when the tragedy happened. Now, three years later, Tom lives in his old home, only little more than a ruin.

  "Hey Tommy! Get the hell over here and get some water from the well. And you still haven′t cleaned my clothes as I told you yesterday."

  "Yes Jason, I′m trying my best. Mrs. Harris told me to get some herbs from the woods to help her recover from a stomachache. I haven′t gotten around to wash your clothes."

  "Yea, yea... Always the same excuses from you. Just get my clothes washed and cleaned before I have my date with Siv in the evening or I will give you another beating."

  Hurriedly Tom made his way to the well to complete his task given by Jason because his beating hurt way more than the few hits from Mrs. Harris. Tom was not mad for the villagers piling thier workload on him, because they gave him some scraps to eat when he helped them.

  Walking towards the well in the middle of the small village, Tom had some time to gather his thoughts and chack his status.

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